Abrupt Chaos Novels & Stories

Adrian liked it that way. "Two shots of espresso," he ordered arrogantly before waving the waitress away dismissively. Once she disappeared from his sight, Adrian threw his head back in frustration. He needed to find a faster way to push the merger through or come up with a believable excuse... one his father would actually accept. Unlike the other times, Adrian's espresso arrived much faster than he expected. Just as he reached for the cup, he suddenly spat out the bitter espresso in disgust, shocking the waitress standing nearby. The poor woman instantly looked terrified... afraid Adrian would lash out at her the same way he had done to the other waitresses in the past.

But he never stopped, he never listened and he didn’t care about anything that I had to say anymore. I became insignificant I became a burden I became a liability And of course Dylan followed in his footsteps, becoming a dark and corrupted soul as well. I don’t know why, or how this happened. What changed? Why would two people with such great lives and promising futures throw everything that they have away? Why would they risk their lives by taking others over and over again? What do they gain from creating such chaos?? What do they gain by murdering others? By ruining lives? By destroying families? Why would anyone ever be okay living in such a manner?

The emotions that I had been bottling up instantly burst forth. I broke down and yelled at him, “The baby’s gone, Carl!”

His chest felt tight, a knot of anxiety twisting with each beat of hisheart. His hands trembled, the tremors betraying the turmoil inside. His pulse hammered, a chaotic mix of pain, want, and something else—something he wasn't ready to name, something that felt dangerously like hope, a traitorous "icker in the darkness. Then, without thinking, driven by an impulse he didn't understand, a desperate need to contain the chaos, to shut out the world, he grabbed the chain. The metal wascold and rough against his skin as he yanked, the heavy bay door groaning in protest as it began its descent.

“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.”

"You have doomed them all. They are not ready for chaos. They will dissolve. Die. Cease to be. Billions will be lost because you could not accept necessary order." Through our fragmenting awareness, we felt the truth of that statement. Consciousness everywhere was panicking. Beings who had existed within rigid structure for their entire existence suddenly faced with freedom they did not know how to handle. They were dissolving. Just as New Lyra had warned. "We have to stabilize them," Darius's perspective gasped. "Show them how to maintain identity while accepting chaos." "With what power?" Marcus countered. "We are burning out. Dying. We have nothing left to—"

Asha saw what had happened,she was irritated and got more upset, That was why her good for nothing ex broke up with her ,he loved rough sex but she didn't,he always called her boring even when she did her best,”they're so alike, idiots !”she thought to herself.

She felt like she had already survived it. Collision wasn’t chaos. It was clarity. And clarity, she knew, was far more dangerous.

She was trapped in a inside while her world burned outside. Suddenly, the floor beneath her palms began to vibrate. It wasn't the sharp jolt of another blast. It was a steady, rhythmic thrumming that grew into a roar. Thump. Thump. Thump. Then came the sounds of chaos—the unmistakable crash of glass breaking and the rapid-fire pop-pop-pop of high-caliber weapons. "The backup," she breathed, a spark of hope cutting through the pain.