Affinity Chaos Novels & Stories

Anyway there are many more skills right here, and the system says that magic is different from a person to another and that the skills are a reflection of the soul and a manifestation of its power, so since each soul is different that means that my growth and mastery completely depend on my actions. Next is the affinity interface… now you can say that this is something that comes out of a cultivation manga… It says that each soul has affinities; either it is the reflection of a personality, a natural compatibility or harmony or trough a blessing… I have … more than what I expected… Some are natural; some are from the Abyss blessing. I have the following: Dark, Space, Chaos, Order, Craft, Rea

I wasn't able to see it entirely because it was dark and made my way towards the front porch. I sensed him behind me and heard the sound of the keys. I tried to move aside so that he could unlock the door but he caged me from behind with his strong muscular arms, his hot breath tickling my neck. I saw the veins on his forearms popping out as he twisted the doorknob and I got in, feeling hot and flustered. Jesus, why was I always horny around him? The chemistry between me and Xavier was insane, making me go nuts.

--- She Cuts In “Everything connected to it collapses.” --- Not just the system --- Everything --- The Architect Stands Still Calm. Certain. --- “Control or chaos,” he said quietly. “And you chose chaos.” --- Aria Faces Him Fully “No.” --- Her Voice Steadies “I chose freedom.” --- His Response Is Cold “And now you’ll watch it destroy everything.” --- The Countdown Begins --- Cassian Moves Immediately “We need to stop that sequence.” --- Aria Shakes Her Head “It’s locked at the core level.” --- He Looks at Her

“Sir… the reports confirm it. The wards no longer respond to hierarchy. They respond to—” “—proximity, intent, shared motion,” Draven finished sharply. “Yes. I’ve read the same pages you have.” His eyes, dark and sharp, scanned the room. Analytical, deliberate, and honed by decades of enforcing systems that never questioned themselves. He did not scold, he did not raise his voice—but every syllable carried weight. “This is not chaos,” he continued, voice low but steady. “Chaos is loud, brash, destructive. This… this is consensus. Quiet, unassuming, deadly in its implications. And that is far more dangerous than noise.”

Aidan, my agent, said he would do his best and get back to me later. As I got home, I realized that I had nothing to do today. That wasn't a problem, was it? I brought a book that had been on my T-B-R list for weeks and found that I didn't enjoy the book. Since it was a very dull day, I also saw a horror movie for a good five minutes before turning it off and putting on a romantic movie I had seen five times before.

If they all plan to hurt me, she won't. She needs to stop her husband’s madness—this arranged marriage. When I knock on her door, I ask, "Mother, are you there?" "Come in!" she calls from inside. I push the door open and step inside. My mother is sitting in front of a dressing mirror, applying makeup. Her hair is tied in a tight bun. "Oh, Roxana, have you been crying?" My lips tremble. I hadn’t even realized tears had stained my cheeks. I wipe them away, holding up the paper. "Father said I'm getting married to Tristan Kozlov. That can't happen. What about my studies? My life? What about Aaron?"

"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.

And that's the reason why I don't think something bad or wrong on Es Sorores. But, I need to focus more on my real enemy. The Bruse Mafia. Yeah, that's right, Xeena. #30 #30

I roared as I punched through one of his precious paintings. Bryce didn’t understand these urges, though we had the same mother, the three of us had different fathers. It was common for a female to have multiple mates, and we knew that there was a chance we would share one. Our mother, Anya, preferred traveling the world with her mates while the three of us liked being in one place. However, if Marley wanted, I would take her anywhere she wanted to go. “Stop taking your rage out on my art!” Bryce shoved me backwards and I landed on the desk with a loud crash. Papers went flying everywhere and I was peeved that he was blaming me for being myself.

Perhaps we still belonged in different worlds, and my mother and I were just fishes out of the water. My mind wandered even further as I looked out of the glass elevator at the view passing us by rapidly. I told myself once again that it couldn't possibly be true; the rumors were probably not true. There were rumors that the Hayes Corporation was involved in illegal business, but that wasn't the worst of all rumors. There had been rumors for years now, circulating without stop, that the Hayes Corporation was actually a mafia syndicate in disguise. If that were true, then that meant that the Hayes family was also a mafia family. I glanced over at Raphael, who was dressed in a very expensive s