Beauty In Chaos Novels & Stories

Blinking in confusion and through the haze of desire, I look up, And what I see rocks through my body. Jesse… Jesse is crying.

Drago cursed between his teeth, while Biel immediately got up. “I thought I would make you my allies,” said the goddess. “Now I'm going to kill them in the cruelest way of all. And in case you haven't noticed, chaos magic doesn't affect me.” She raised her hands and began to channel energy from the sky. That was true; pure chaos magic didn't affect her, so I frowned. Is there a way to merge chaos and darkness? I don't know, Biel said with confusion. We need to find a way to do it that will stump the Goddess, I said with conviction.

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

The fragments of Harper surged forward, and the whispering returned — louder, more commanding, uncontrollable. “You thought you could survive without me?” Harper purred from inside Lila. “Think again. I am eternal. I am chaos. And now… the real game begins.”

When they say chaos wrapped in silk, that was exactly what the mansion looked like when I walked in late in the evening. The air felt different the moment I stepped through the grand doors, thicker, heavier, buzzing with an energy I wasn’t used to. I had just come home from my evening part time job, feet aching and mind exhausted, hoping for some kind of normalcy. I only wanted some peace and silence or maybe… just maybe the normal routine of Emily and mother screaming their lungs out at me with some few beatings here and there, including being given some hectic works to do. But this… I wasn’t expecting at all.

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

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.

And when our eyes met, we both glared at each other. But he cut it immediately. "She's coming... " "Whom you called? " I asked 66. "Just wait. " We waited for hours. Hell yeah! For hours! I almost lost my patience! Darn! But good thing when it's already afternoon, there's a girl entered the station. Black, short and beautiful hair that she has. She's tall and white too. She's wearing a simple dress. But, she really caught our attention. She's attractive.

He stirred it carefully and pushed it in my direction. "Your drink sir," he said. I took a sip: it was sweet yet bitter. I smirked, grinned and nodded. "How is it?" he asked "Nice," I said. To be honest, I didn't know what to expect. I began to vibe to the rhythm of the music. For unknown reasons, it felt...awesome. I could not help myself; I was awed with the way the lights reflected off the gowns of the girls when they shake their buttocks, twist their waists or wriggle their shoulders. Nearly all the girls in the club wore shiny gowns. The way the RGB lights bounced off the glittery gowns of the girls in the club made it look like a starry sky, a very starry sky. It was crazy and amazing

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—"