Beauty From Chaos Novels & Stories

Why did I watch her cry like one watches a storm, fascinated by the pure force of the tempest, even a tiny one? I stand up, disturbed by the course of my thoughts. I go to the built-in bar, pour myself a cognac, swirl it in the glass. The alcohol burns with a comforting familiarity. She is dangerous. Not because of a knife. But because of this… crack she opens in me. This tendency to question myself. A predator does not question itself. It acts. It possesses. It consumes. I turn, leaning against the bar, and watch her again. The sunlight at this altitude gives her a pale halo around her chignon. She is beautiful, with a broken beauty that is more troubling than perfection. She is the chaos I

“You will not regret this. We will prove that chaos can cooperate. That wildness can coexist with structure. That beauty exists in the space between.” “We’re holding you to that,” Celeste said with a smile. “Welcome to the alliance.” The celebration afterward was unlike any I’d attended. The Unbound brought their chaotic energy, turning a formal diplomatic reception into something wild and wonderful. Reality bent in safe but spectacular ways. Music that shouldn’t be possible. Food that changed flavor with each bite. Dancing that defied gravity and logic. “This is insane,” Maya said, laughing as she floated three feet off the ground. “I love it.”

No one on the planet was as beautiful as she was and yet, this bitch was trying to cut her down. I took a couple of steps closer to her. “Listen and listen good. Wakely is a million times more beautiful than you and she doesn’t even have to dress like a common whore to get attention. She is kind and sweet and doesn’t let anything stand in her way. So, for you to think that I should go with someone like you is asking me to choose trash over treasure. Do you understand?” My hands were clenched at my sides. I was doing my best not to slap her. Even though my entire body was screaming for me to do that. I wasn’t like Barrett and wasn’t about to start. Wakely would be appalled.

"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."

He slowly turned his head to look at Carl, who stood to the side. His nose twitched slightly as a familiar aura, etched into his soul and bones, surged in through his nostrils, instantly overwhelming the primordial source of Chaos's raw desire for destruction. That aura was clear, vast, and supreme, like the rules of the heavens above the firmament, like the fundamental order governing all things. It was the aura of the Master he had followed for countless eras and awaited through billions of years of slumber. He was Chaos, one of the divine beasts born at the opening of the primordial world, destined to bear the heavens and serve as their mount. And within the seemingly ordinary young man C

A wave of stale air and a muffled scream hit me. As I went down the stairs, a lady came into view. Like she's been waiting for someone to come save her. The stench that hit me, nearly made me dizzy. What the hell...I stepped down the stairs while she began to struggle against the chair. Her scream muffled by the cloth in her mouth. What she wore left very little to the imagination. Her body was scarred with both healed and I healed wounds. I was in disbelief as I shuffled towards her her doe eyes silently pleading with me to rescue her.

Victor threw a small crystal sphere onto the ground. It exploded into blinding white light. Beauty covered her eyes. The cavern shook violently. When her vision returned... Everything had changed. The battlefield was gone. The guardians. The lake. The throne. Alex. Everyone. Gone. Beauty stood alone in an endless white space. A little girl appeared before her. She couldn't have been older than eight. She had silver eyes. Long black hair. And she wore the same pendant Beauty had inherited from her mother. The child smiled sadly.

My beautiful, beautiful girl. Isla had been sent from the heavens. Perfect in every way. Perhaps they had called her back… needed her for better things… that is what I keep telling myself. That she was not able to stay long upon our earth because the heavens needed their angel back… yet she had touched my heart and my soul… and now I was forever broken, now that she was gone. And try as I may, I could not find a way to move on. It felt like a losing battle at times. When at work I was fine. It was the times I was alone… at night when my thoughts had time to wander, the mist grew out of control and the darkness became more powerful.

I reached out and grabbed his chin softly, then tilted his face up so I could see him properly. I was shocked. Speechless. I did not expect this… this kind of beauty. My heart flipped, but I didn’t pay attention to it. His hair was a warm brown, slightly messy like he’d been running his fingers through it. His eyes were a deep, normal shade of green, but they held something that hit me harder than I wanted to admit. He was breathtaking in a quiet, unguarded way that most people in our world had long lost. Too bad I’m here for his sister, not him.

This is the type of love that was slowly healing all of the damage that she had heaped on herself all of her life; from the time that she was the fat one in the family and mama kept putting her on diets that didn't work…because she had secreted candy away and would binge when no one was around. Even DeAngelo didn't know about it. Every time he stepped out on her with one of his many pretty slender girls, Ashleigh always found solace in food and fantasy; movies where the ugly duckling turned into the swan. And now, for the first time in her life, she didn't care about being a swan. Christopher had shown her the value of the most important beauty of all; internal beauty. Ashleigh closed her ey