Abrupt Chaos Novels & Stories

shooshu Jan 2016 Widowed werewolf The lament of a widowed Werewolf in the fury of the space between. || shoo.shu || Continue reading... zebra Aug 2016 First Date...Adult Explicit ******....Sadomasochism...Ero **** on the first date she confided in me i have a chromosomal disorder, disorder, disorder i need love and pain strangely mixed together my elixirs i suffer reality distoooorrtions a ghastly Vatican of ****** compulsions my soul is black matter my **** a seething cauldron of despicable desire my *** cries for homicidal cruelty

Smiles and Pain. Peace and Chaos. I wonder how a person can smile despite the pain he or she is feeling. I wonder how can there be peace at the center of chaos. How can they do that? Why can’t I do that? “Faster, Fely. We’ll be late!” I snapped out from my thoughts when I heard Ghale’s voice. I run towards her and smiled. “Let’s go. I’m excited.” I said, but she just sadly smiles at me.

the cards are beginning to flip over. "What does Manny have to do with this. I'm honestly tired", Floxy said. She walked faster than us so she could stand in front of us and talk. "Who do you think Abroko is?", she asked looking at me and I shrugged. "No idea". "First,they were just making people listen to gossip but now they are beginning to ruin people's lives. I think shit just got real in Ogan". I looked at Floxy as she spoke and slowly her voice echoed in my head. "Who is abroko and why are they trying to make Ogan distracted from Lola's death?"

"A chaotic, expensive, legally married brand." "I don't want to be a brand." "You don't get to choose anymore." "I absolutely do." "No." She'd pointed at my phone. "The internet has chosen for you." That was the problem. The internet kept choosing things for me. A husband. A reputation. A personality. A motive. Apparently, I had gone from being Grace Ellinton, relatively unknown woman with questionable decision-making skills, to Grace Bramhall, mysterious billionaire wife who may or may not have married Manhattan's richest bachelor as part of an elaborate revenge scheme.

Abyss began to melt over the floor as she received an answer that left things rather ambiguous, but that might mean that she could perhaps have a chance! "Hehe… heheh…" she began to laugh a bit as she imagined weird things, Chaos ignored her strange tendencies as everyone here was already very strange to begin with, so it didn't matter. Especially him, he was very strange too, but no one judged him, so he didn't want to judge those that didn't judge him by being so strange, especially because he had self-awareness over his own insanity.

But as something else. Something closer to what she had seen in the Flame. Brighter. Open. Connected. And then— It happened. The moment. The fracture. The choice. Everything around him began to collapse. Not gently. Not naturally. Violently. Unpredictably. The fragments of the Flame pulling away. Separating. Breaking apart faster than they were meant to. Chaos. Real chaos. Uncontrolled. Unstable. Dangerous. And in the middle of it— He made a choice.

The territory No longer deciding Being pulled apart. Zayden’s wolf snapped toward me. Urgent. Understanding hitting at the same time it hit me. “This isn’t a test anymore,” I said. “It’s collapse.” The man from House Keryth stepped back. For the first time Uncertain. “You didn’t stabilize it,” he said. “You accelerated it,The forest erupted movement everywhere No pattern No control.Just Chaos. Zayden’s voice came through the bond. “What do we do?” And for the first time I didn’t have the answer. Because this wasn’t something we could fix the way we had before.

Chaos is not the absence of order. It is what happens— --- When order breaks… --- And nothing replaces it. --- The collapse didn’t slow. --- It accelerated. --- What had begun as fractures— --- Became ruptures. --- What had been controlled instability— --- Turned into something wild. --- Uncontained. --- Unpredictable. --- Unstoppable. --- The sky didn’t flicker anymore. --- It tore. --- Entire sections of reality misaligned—

“Because of him?” “Because of me,” I whispered. “Because I don’t know who I am when I’m not fighting.” “Georgia…” His voice softened, almost breaking. “You’re more than his chaos. You’re allowed to want peace.” My eyes stung. “Peace feels like surrender.” “No.” He caught my hands gently. “Peace is power. Choose it.” His phone buzzed on the table. He ignored it. The noise turned into a call, then another. Finally he swore under his breath and flipped it over. My eyes caught the name shining on the screenMary.

I furrowed my brows at her. “Last year, they hazed a guy on the swim team so bad that he needed to get checked into a rehab center. He had a nervous breakdown and totally freaked out at a party that may or may not have involved the killing of animals.” Cora shrugged. “I never got the full story, and everyone’s story is different, so it may not be true.” “And I’m supposed to go along with whatever they want? Act as if they are royalty?” I cocked an eyebrow at her.