Abrupt Chaos Novels & Stories

Blinking in confusion and through the haze of desire, I look up, And what I see rocks through my body. Jesse… Jesse is crying.

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?

“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.”

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 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.

it said. Good. Let it feel it. Let it struggle. “You wanted control,” I said, my voice shaking but fierce. “This is what happens when you touch something you don’t understand.” “Correction required,” it replied. But I heard it. The delay. The hesitation. It wasn’t adapting as fast as before. Because this This wasn’t clean. This wasn’t predictable. This was chaos. And chaos… belonged to us. The others shifted again, but not as smoothly this time. Their movements lagged slightly, like something inside them was out of sync.

I was baffled. Everything seemed to be moving at eight times the normal speed, like someone had hit fast-forward on my life. In the span of a year, I suddenly achieved almost everything I had dreamed of. Mom had returned to normal, as if the stroke had never happened. Paris had become responsible overnight, abandoning her lazy habits. Dad… well, Dad having his own company, and Enzo, Kurt, and Arnie all acting like real people with normal lives—it was surreal, almost unreal.

he paused “- absolutely nothing." "Mysterious," I sotto voce. Tesoju nodded. "The mysterious ones are not known till there’s trouble,” he said. “Let’s do our best to stay away from trouble till we leave here,” he shifted in his seat and sat forward. Mule turned around and smiled at us. I sank into my seat, ran my fingers through my hair and closed my eyes as my breathing became more intense. Even though Kelvin didn’t look like trouble, I knew we were definitely screwed if anything was to go down in the club tonight. We would definitely be in trouble then. And unsurprisingly, something always does.

“Hey Ransom, were you someone’s bitch?” A peal of ominous laughter escapes Ransom’s throat. This might get bloody. “Oh no, Julia. I made every man in my block MY BITCH.” His voice goes from being humored, to lethal. “Julia, Carley isn’t a whore. She is just the only girl worthy of being the Chaos Queen.” He tuts her but doesn’t leave his seat. Ransom is unstable and unpredictable on his best day thanks to his sperm donor.

She hardly seemed to mind this. “Don't you have a goddamn drink in this room?” she shouted, rummaging through the shelves and knocking things over, "I need a drink, just one shot, very small, and I'll forget it, that's it, I'll forget it," she mumbled nonsense in a way I'd never seen before. Honestly, she sounded a little crazy. What had she been through to elicit such a reaction from her? “What do you want so badly to forget? The accident? Nick?” I asked in distress.