Beauty From Chaos Novels & Stories

I bang on a pot with a spoon, singing a off-key nursery rhyme at the top of my lungs. It is a war of aesthetics. A battle for his soul fought with color and sound. My creations are not good. They are not beautiful. But they are true. They are real. They are us. And their sheer, mundane, clashing joy is a dissonance the Muse cannot tolerate. It feeds on refined sorrow, not on messy, loud happiness. The clash of our creations—his dark perfection, my bright chaos—creates a psychic static that shakes the workshop. The Muse flickers, its beautiful form destabilizing. It cannot process this. It cannot consume this.

Kade’s voice anchored her, his hand gripping hers through the chaos. She focused, her spark merging with the core’s energy. It resisted, its voice screaming in her mind, but she saw the truth: Chaos wasn’t evil. It was raw, untamed, a force that could create as much as it destroyed. She didn’t need to defeat it—she needed to guide it. With a final surge, she bound the core, her spark weaving a lattice of light around it. The nexus stopped shaking, its violet light softening to a gentle glow. The entity’s form dissolved, its voice fading to a whisper. “You… have chosen well.”

He leans over kissing the small tears from her eyes. “You're beautiful,” he tells her with a charming smile. Cassandra did not believe he was lying, she was indeed beautiful and probably the most beautiful in his eyes. For beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder. Carlson didn't regret anything, this was the best feeling ever. They stayed in the same position for a while and when he was sure enough, she was comfortable, he moved gradually increasing his pace.

Then, I confronted him sternly, "I'm here for a facial. Why did you take my clothes off?" Looking stunned, he jeered. "Oh, Daphne, do you really not know what kind of place you're at?" "A beauty salon! What place is this?" While speaking, I felt a wave of heat rapidly spreading from the pit of my stomach across my body. Caleb, who noticed my change, pinned me down on the bed. He traced my body with his slender fingers, sending me trembling. As much as I would like to struggle and break free, my body already went limp after Caleb's teasing. I lost control of my body and couldn't push him off me. Breaking down, I yelled, "What are you doing? This is rape—"

The very notion sent a hot wave rolling through her, and she smiled, but then an edge of apprehension caused her stomach to clench. “Don’t I look awful?” she asked, feeling her face, the bandage, and then her head where her hair had been cut by the burn unit to save her scalp. “Mira,” he whispered, pecking her in between each word. “You are beautiful. I’m hard for you.” He took her hand and placed it over the bulge beneath his slacks, breathing his final statement, “I want to fuck you. Let me make you feel good. Let me help you forget all this shit you are going through, at least for a little while.”

But what she doesn’t understand is why can Freeda see it too? Freeda was seated beside him at the table and Jude just listened and felt how weird Freeda was reading the book while he sees nothing in it. "This book is about eternal love and sacrifice until death, but the deity has a gift, that is beauty in immortality, what exactly is beauty in immortality?" Freeda read and Jude was amazed.

With her. This is the sequel to Beauty and The Alpha, where fourteen years later, Chad is all grown up and finding out just how hard love can be. But he is surrounded by familiar faces that we have come to know and love so his story will be anything but dull. I really hope that you enjoyed Beauty and The Alpha and if you did, please be sure to vote for it, leave a comment and tell a friend. I appreciate every person that supports me by reading my stories and I hope they do not disappoint. Now without further ado, here is the next story in the saga...

She untangled herself and stood up, all the while Terror is watching her, speechless. “How do I look?” she asked as she stretched. She had grown taller, now just above six feet, her complexion was now pale chalk and she was leaner, her modest breasts had grown larger, her hips were wider and ass was fuller, her crimson hair was also longer, now reaching the small of her back in a wild mane, her eyes were still luminescent blue with black sclera, but her irises were now slits, like Terrors, her finger and toe nails were now like claws, and even her ears were now pointed.

The words she whispered to me last night, I don’t think I can ever forget them. With moans as sexy as nothing I’ve ever heard, just before she reached her climax. She whispered into my ears, “You’re so beautiful”. I look at her bare face and I am quiet encouraged by just how beautiful she is without make-up, my hands are still around her waist, and oh what joy I feel as I look at her, I have to be real with myself though, she’s one of the best thing that has ever happened to me.

If it was not for her, then she doesn't know how she would have survived this long in this house. Bless her! Grace is a beautiful old woman who has a strong personality. Her golden hair and brown shades, hazelnut eyes, and smooth skin make her look younger than her age. Grace is passionate about the things she does. It is very rare, or would rather say, once in a blue moon; it happens that she is behind her schedule. Unlike on other days, today Grace ran late. So, she asked Fiona to set the plate for Justin.