A Touch Of Chaos Novels & Stories

His lips remained on my ear, his breath caressing my skin like a gentle touch I could never get enough of. “Touch yourself,” he whispered. “Let me see you touch yourself.” I obeyed. My lips fell open as my thumb reached my clit. The sounds that came out of me were shameless. I was dripping, and these juices did exactly what they were supposed to. I pressed my palm against the whole of my pussy, rubbing the wetness on every spot I could find. Lucas pushed his leg in between mine, spreading it wide for me. His mouth was on my breast, his tongue teasing my nipple endlessly.

Then he unlocked my chains. I wasted no time in moving. Someone was waiting for me with a fresh towel and new stuff for me to wash up. "Waste no time!" was the order. I shut the door and wished I could stay in there forever but reality was the bitter pill I had swallowed. It was an opportunity which came once in a while so I made sure that I scrubbed myself until I was almost pink. Then the banging on the door came. "Finish up, Luca! Don't let me come in there and drag you out."

Blood stained the ground, and bodies were scattered everywhere—both rogues and Crescent Stone warriors lying lifeless in the chaos. "Damn it," Ravena growled under her breath, her eyes scanning the battlefield. "These b*stards," she muttered angrily. The scene before her was horrifying. The rogues weren’t acting like normal wolves—they were wild, almost feral. Their eyes glowed an unnatural red, their movements were jerky and unpredictable, and they seemed to have bursts of strength. Ravena clenched her fists. The warrior who had reported to them was right. Something was seriously wrong with the rogues. They weren’t just attacking; they were in a crazed, drug-like frenzy. Ravena turned to th

He reflected on her words as the wails faded off into the darkness. Then he faded into the darkness of his dreams SACHA AWOKE. The morning sun shone through the window. They had made it through the night. The night that had passed for her like a whisper. He was so close to her his hands tucked into all the forbidden places. He was asleep his light snore a purr in her ear. Still she moved her arm to shift his. In reaching to first tackle the arm placed to secure the treasure between her legs she felt resistance. Pulling the covers off her she sees the ropes and how fastened they were together. She pushed at him and as she pushed and moved she felt another thing prodding at her to find comfort

I was so shocked that I grabbed my hand and shouted. "Don't touch me!" The maids quickly went to check us. "Ma'am, are you okay?" I breathe heavily. "W-water" I said. Someone handed me water and I saw It was him. I immediately took and drank it. "Are you okay, ma'am?" "I'm okay." Out of breath I said. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ---" "I still don't want to eat because I'm still full and I have to look at something now. So please, don't touch me"

My turn arrives before I can avoid it. “Absolutely not.” “Yes,” both of them say. Traitors. I step forward muttering insults no cosmic entity deserves the satisfaction of hearing. I focus. Then send the most chaotic refusal I can imagine. Contradictory timing. Broken rhythm. No clear relation. Pure sabotage. The point does not respond. It waits. I grin. “Ha.” Then my own sequence begins reorganizing on the projection. Not by my action. Its elements shift into coherence. My chaos becomes pattern.

In the next moment, Caesar managed to see what he wanted. It was a bead. However, it terrified him. “It’s actually Mother Chaos!” “Roar!!!” He struggled to get out of Alex Rockefeller’s mind palace. He was horrified. There was no way he could’ve ever expected this pest’s mind palace to be actually hiding Mother Chaos inside. However, it was too late when Caesar attempted to escape. Within Mother Chaos, a golden light emitted from the shattered bead that allowed Alex to acquire Brahma’s Supreme Touch. A suction force directly sucked Caesar’s ghost emperor’s spiritual body inside. Caesar disappeared instantly.

Goddess touching chaos was dangerous enough. But human touching chaos? That was either evolution or ending.

'Starting to feel uneasy, eh? “Let me tell you a story. A plotless story though. A woman was so fed up because of the problems she's facing right now so she went to a bar to forget it even just for a while. She decided to call her lover because she need someone she love to stand by her side and comfort, and the perfect person is her lover. While she's calling, she heard a familiar ringtone. It's the same ringtone as her lover's. She start looking to where it is coming from and she figured out that it's behind her. She was about to call him when she noticed that he's talking to a woman she doesn't know so she stopped herself. She's curious so she can't help but to eavesdropped. And then she h

"But I don't want to force you. Force is what ORDER does. I want to invite you. Invite you to experience something new. Invite you to see if maybe, possibly, chaos has value you've never considered." I held Thea's hand, watching our minutes-old daughter negotiate with cosmic entities. "This is our child," I whispered to Thea. "Our daughter is negotiating cosmic peace before she's an hour old." "She's your child and mine. Part void-touched empath. Part cosmic-touched prophet. Part human. Part ORDER. Part CHAOS. Everything mixed together." Thea kissed Unity's forehead. "She's perfect." One of the eleven Unmakers moved forward. "Unity, child of chaos and order. You claim we can coexist. Prove i