A Touch Of Chaos Novels & Stories

Fighting with her was similar to handing her a stay ticket. Arran kept his eyes on his injured hand, it had started healing. He could feel it, the pain had subsided and even then, he didn't feel like removing the bandage. "Do you know anyone from the school named Chase?" He asked the girl on top of him. "There is only one Chase in the school. He is kind of very popular, do you have business with him?" The girl asked him. "I wish to break him," Arran expressed. "Cassie," Zoa called out entering the room. She pulled the girl off Arran and pulled her ear. "How many times have I asked not to trouble him," she scolded.

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A whimper falls out of my mouth when I realize, I could never make it feel the same, even the water cannot, and the water feels nice. It’s like I am standing on the edge of getting it right. The water feels good but it won’t be long before the cold would start to sting rather than feel good. “Please… touch my…” taking a deep breath, I shut my eyes. I need him to touch me, I need the warmth of his hand on me. I can almost feel it, but it’s out of reach. “Please touch my nipples.” The water stops and when I open my eyes, he is pressed against my chest. My breath comes out short and choppy.

“Little chaos bomb.” It used to be a joke. A jab. A way to needle her when she stumbled through things that made no sense. But now. Now it means something else entirely. A chaos bomb that didn’t destroy, but rewrote. Not a weapon. A reset. A heartbeat where the universe had flatlined. Small. Fragile. Terrifying. Beautiful. And every power in existence would want her dead for it. His hand dropped back to his knee, fingers tapping nervously. We’re already past the point of no return.

she asked openly frightened. She felt her body being stirred as someone underneath her starts to move. Arms gently circled around her frame. There was something so breath-takingly electrified in that touch…over familiar that she felt her whole-body calming making her breathe slow and easy. Maya felt calm… She felt unbelievable trust… Her emotions were completely scrambled but she breathlessly waited…

Trigger Warning: Non-consensual activities *Chaos* She took on the looks of whomever I desired most. Over time, that became only one person. The one person who would never entertain me, outside of Hera with her stupid obsession with loyalty. Our bodies were entwined and as long as I could pretend it was her I was content. Until I couldn’t find my fix. Hundreds of years I couldn’t find my fix, and I was itching for it.

The separation of the two has never happened. Andy pushed the menu in front of Harris, "Choose a drink!" Harris waved his hand, "I don't drink anything; I have to go home after talking. Tonight, my company has a small party." Andy nodded when he heard that and assessed Harris, just like when they were still in love. Suddenly, Andy's hand reached out, wanting to touch his cheek. Harris jerked backward, the air thick with embarrassment. Andy curled his lips into a smile, narrowing his eyes, and gently stroked Harris' cheek with his thumb.

“But careful. Not everything here is as fun as it looks.” Before Lila could answer, Harper tugged her away. “Don’t engage,” she warned. “She’s testing you.” And then the music stopped abruptly. Lights flickered. Gasps spread through the crowd. A voice over the speakers cut in, distorted, cold: “Welcome to Chaos College. Secrets will be revealed tonight. Some of you won’t leave unscathed.” The crowd froze. Students exchanged nervous glances, whispers turning into murmurs of fear and confusion. Cade’s grip on Lila’s hand tightened ever so slightly. “I told you… danger doesn’t stay hidden here.”

He was struggling to find the zipper which made me laugh and I helped him undo it and he finally pulled it down. "Fucking annoying," he muttered under his breath, making me giggle and I arched my back as his hands traced the inside of my thighs. Fuck, why didn't I feel any of this during my first time with Nate? Oh right, that jerk just rushed with it to release his load. "Xa--Xavier," I jerked, coming back to present as he touched my wet core over my panties. "God, you are fucking drenched," he groaned, rubbing my clit slowly over the flimsy piece of clothing, covering my pussy.

I need to earn her trust back. Tears flowed down her cheeks and I wiped it away using my bare hands but it couldn't stop flowing. Hazel leaned for more of my touch and there was no doubt she was longing for my touch as much as I longed for hers….