Novel & Cerita A Touch Of Chaos Audiobook

Chaos. Sound crashes over everything, loud and wild and uncontrollable. I don’t realize I’ve stopped breathing until my lungs burn. Draven won. By seconds. Just seconds.

he rasps in a sexy, low deep voice. He reaches out to me, which I take, only to be greeted by warmth where his hands touch mine. Little shivers runs through me, and I look up out of shock to see if he had seen how I reacted to his touch. But I am only greeted with a mischievous glint in his eyes and a ghost of a smile that was forming on his pink full lips. "I'm Lesha, nice to meet you," I say, raising my voice over the music. "But you didn't buy me this dress, I paid for it myself." He gives me a bewildered expression, which quickly changes to a small smile.

She pushed that down deep, sipping from stored bags in the fridge. Rain hammered the windows that Tuesday night. Lydia sat at her desk, sorting through a box of new books. One caught her eye: Spirits of the Wild: Bindings and Releases. The cover was cracked leather, smelling like dirt and old forests. She flipped it open, her fingers brushing over faded words in some ancient tongue. "Just a peek," she told herself. Curiosity burned in her chest. She read the spell aloud, soft and quick, like testing a locked door. The air changed. It got heavy, like before a storm. Candles on the shelves flickered wild, shadows dancing on the walls. A rumble started low, from the book itself. Lydia's hands s

***** CHAOS I tested my new body and it's permanence, A load of spells escaping my fingertips wordless, Finally I'll be able to exert the justice on this world, on this splinter in my side, this intense cacophony of noise, In just a few rises of this measly ball of light, I'd eradicate this damned planet and all other sense of sentience and life within me, I'd be whole and silent again, but first a visit to an 'old hag' who tried to put a stick in my plans. As I descended down the steps I could hear the faint pitter patter as moisture dripped from the ceiling of the cavernous dungeon, she laid huddled her back against me, as I drew closer I heard her chant strange words even to me.

“I love it a lot.” Chaos rubbed her back, “I’m glad you love it.” He pulled away from the hug and pushed her hair behind her ear so he could see the hearing aid. “I love it on you, just the way I imagined it.” Florence smiled, her heart filled with warmth. She leaned in, her lips meeting Chaos’ in a tender kiss. At that moment, words were unnecessary. Their eyes, filled with love and understanding, spoke volumes. The hearing aid was a stunning piece of technology, a marvel of engineering and design. Its sleek, minimalist design was a reflection of Florence's own aesthetic, a blend of elegance and functionality.

I almost laughed right then, but I decided to save it for dramatic timing. Instead, I tapped my chin thoughtfully. “Trouble trailing Zara… Hmm. Maybe trouble just has good taste? Or maybe—” I leaned closer, lowering my voice— “she’s a chaos moth.” I finally let the laugh slip free, short and sharp. “Yeah, you know—like those little things that fly straight into flames no matter how often you swat them away. That’s Zara. Can’t help herself. And me? I’m just the lucky guy who gets to watch her burn the world down.”

"If there's even a chance this saves us, I have to try." Chaos smiles. Warm. Genuine. "Thank you, Mother. You won't regret this." They touch me first. Their hand on my forehead. Power floods through me. Not painful. Soothing. Like puzzle pieces clicking into place. The bond stops fighting. Stops tearing. Starts healing. "Oh." The word escapes me. "Oh wow." "Right?" Chaos grins. "Much better, yes?" They move to Kai next. Touch him. The Lycan relaxes. The tension draining.

Alpha River asked after a moment of silence “Oh… after everything I have said, you ask me about my hair? Talk about daftness. Well my hair and say new look is as a result of your unfaithfulness. The pain was too much and my system went into overload. I’m as cold inside as I am outside. Just as cold as when you touched me on the hospital bed and it’s all your fault. All my emotions are dead and gone so don’t try to apologize or appeal to my softer side when things start getting rocky because that part is gone. I was cold then and will remain cold till the rest of my life on earth and you have no idea what it came with. But too much talking, I will just surprise you and I am so going to enjoy

Shaking my head, I try to bring myself to the present. The food looks good, but it’s not on my mind. He looks perfectly composed. Serving out the food like he didn’t just flip my whole world upside down. My leg wouldn’t stop bouncing. When he glances at me, I look away. I don’t want to have to beg him to touch me. To kiss me like he did. My earlobes are tingly and most likely very red. “Golden Boy?” His voice had been very raspy against my ears. Like he had been holding himself back. It had sent a lot of electrical pulses down my pants.

She said one word, loud and clear, ' Mate,' " Mate," he said in a deep sexy voice. My world was spinning. How was this possible? I was rogue; rogues didn't have mates. But there he was, looking at me with so much love and sadness. I soon realized his sadness was in the condition he found me, being harassed and almost ' killed,'