Affinity Chaos Novels & Stories

Not because I couldn’t but because I didn’t want to. Do you know how disturbing that is for someone like me? I feel like my entire personality folder got corrupted. Luca keeps calling it “character development,” like he’s personally responsible for this emotional glow-up. Sofia pats my cheek sympathetically and tells me heartbreak builds empathy. Empathy. No thank you. But then something shifts in the air. Like a disturbance in the force. Like the universe whispering, Heads up, King — chaos is coming. So I finally look up and see an eight-year-old girl annihilate my front display like she’s reenacting Fast & Furious: Bookstore Drift.

"Look at you! You're... you! All tall and broody with those villain-in-a-romance-novel cheekbones and that morally ambiguous bank account!" He looked amused. "And you?" "I'm chaos in heels, baby!" she shouted, standing too fast and immediately gripping the back of the chair to keep the floor from flipping her off. "I am unfiltered Black girl magic with a highly suspicious sense of timing! I insult people by accident! And on purpose! And I have been kicked out of not one but two group chats for 'disruptive energy.'" Ren chuckled. "You say that like it's not exactly why I like you."

Hardy was devoted to her, so certain of their future together, that the idea of her hesitating would be unthinkable to him. But the truth was, she didn’t feel the same certainty. Because her heart belonged to someone else. And that someone else was Hardy’s father, Will. The thought of Will stirred a forbidden thrill within her, mingling with a deep, aching guilt. Their affair had begun as something reckless and impulsive, a spark that had ignited and consumed her before she even knew what was happening. Will was everything Hardy wasn’t—charismatic, worldly, and thrillingly unpredictable. With him, she felt alive in ways she hadn’t known were possible. But the reality was dangerous and messy,

She placed her hand on my chest with her eyes going all deem and her lips being showcased to me just to draw my attention. She was obviously going to do something silly, but I was a man of my words and would never look at any other woman just as I promised Jayden, My son. I immediately moved my body away from her reach and unashamedly, she came closer again, but this time with a whisper of hate. "Abby once had an affair with Jack, she also has a baby for him, why don't you let her go when she's still lying to you, Alex?. I won't deny you, not once"

"My mother is not talking, and she cannot fight for herself, she needs someone to fight for her. I have been hoping that my father would be sensible enough to do the right things, but he kept doing the wrong things. Now my brother is not interested on coming back home. He has disconnected himself from the family. He hates the chaos and everything the world is saying, he hates him, but I am not the type that will keep quiet about things like this. I will taunt him till he is in the same situation with my mother". He stormed out, not sure if he is ready to hear anymore from him. "This is all your fault. You have to stay here with your wife. Let her see you, when she opens her eyes again. She c

Sophia trailed behind me, ready to receive any further allegations from Winston, her presence a reassurance in the face of chaos. "Read my schedule for me," I requested, needing to maintain control amidst the turmoil. As Sophia listed off my obligations, I felt the weight of each responsibility pressing down on me. But there was no room for weakness, no allowance for vulnerability. "Cancel the meeting with the BBC," I ordered, dismissing Sophia's protests with a wave of my hand. There were more pressing matters at hand than fame and rumors. "And cancel the funeral," I added, the words leaving my mouth without a second thought. The loss of Amelia was a blow, but sentiment couldn't interfere w

FLASHBACK — HELL, MINUTES BEFORE The battle reached a fever pitch as Luna, her eyes blazing with fury, unleashed a spear of moonlight that pierced through the chaos, aimed straight at Allistair. The missile hissing through the air made its way, its ethereal light a stark contrast to the darkness of Hell. Allistair, no longer constrained by the Seraphim sigils, absorbed the attack with ease. His Chaos surged, transmuting the celestial energy into something far more potent. With a flick of his wrist, he returned the assault a thousand times stronger, sending a wave of raw, unbridled power crashing back toward Luna.

"What do you know? Achaea and Saffronesia's cursing arts are branches of witchcraft." Chad scoffed. "From the moment I uncovered your identity, I've been suspicious. According to you, you're afflicted with solitude and life among the Five Afflictions and Three Lacks, meaning you should've died before you hit 30. "Because the lack of life means someone won't live past 30, I'm very curious how you managed to extend your life."

Arden said quietly, “it’s integrating it.” “Yes.” “And that means…” Kane finished the thought. “It’s not just learning logic anymore.” “No,” I said. “It’s learning complexity.” Cassius exhaled slowly. “I don’t know if that’s better or worse.” Neither did I. Because complexity— Could lead to understanding. Or chaos. Or something in between. “Selene,” Dominic said, “alignment is fluctuating.” I looked at the data. It was no longer stable. Rising. Falling. Shifting.

His glare shifted into something else as he dragged his eyes over my flushed face and hooded eyes. Yeah, I definitely shouldn’t have had those drinks. Now I was seeing things. The mate-bond clearly couldn’t leave well enough alone. “Some witches have an affinity, which is just a fancy term for a specific type of magic you’re good at.” Nova explained, casting confused glances towards Ryker and Jude. “Like Sterling said, his has to do with the dead. Jude’s is related to nature. There’s also lesser affinities, like Kimberly’s gift with illusions, and Rykers—”