Calamitous Intervention Novels & Stories

“I’m really not in a good mood when you walk in, and I mistook you guys for the service cleaners I hired, which eventually failed because of some unreasonable faults from the team. I am not this rude and―” “Is that a way of saying sorry for being extremely rude to people you have never met before?” Calista interrupted, finding his excuse for rudeness impulsive. “Are you one of those rich dudes who finds it hard to properly apologize for their wrongs?” “I’m just about to do that before you interrupted,” he replied defensively, unable to understand why she was making a big fuss over his identification mistake. “You don’t strike me as someone who wants to, seeing how you’re beating around the b

I sparked, “Can’t you see what you have done? I planned this for three good years and you messed it up in one day.” “Elvira…..” “Don’t call my name!” I raised my voice and Calix fisted his hand, “Yes he has a lot of crime to his name but handing him over to the authorities would only free him from the hell on earth I wanted to bring to him,” I furiously pointed my finger at Calix, “Because of you my revenge ended before it even began and I will never forgive you for it.” “Are you done speaking?” Calix was still calm and emotionless, “Ever since Becky brought you to me, everything I have ever done is in your interest, and you dare to speak ill of me?”

he said. My heart dropped. “No.” His grip tightened on my hand. “It is the only way.” “No,” I repeated, more firmly this time. “We just tried that. It made it worse.” “Not like before,” he said quickly. “This time I do not introduce variance.” “Then what?” He did not hesitate. “I collapse it.” The words hit like a physical blow. “You cannot be serious.” “I am.” “That is not disruption,” Vale’s voice echoed from behind us as he caught up. “That is… structural interference on a fundamental level.”

"That he has information about you I need to hear. Trying to make me doubt you." "Are you doubting me?" Callum asked. "No," I said firmly. "But I hate that he's still trying. That even now he thinks he can manipulate me." Callum came and sat beside me, pulling me close. "He's desperate," Callum said. "He lost control of you and he can't handle it. This is his last pathetic attempt to get it back." "I know." "Did you respond?" "I deleted it." "Good," Callum said, kissing my forehead. "He doesn't deserve your attention or energy."

I didn't want him as my husband but I knew that rash actions would be accompanied by severe consequences, so I opened my mouth but was cut short when the doors slammed open. We all turned to look at the intruder and voila, Alessio Ferrari was standing in his glory with a smile on his face like he didn't just interrupt Raphael's dream. My heart skipped a beat when I looked at him and my face grew hot, relishing how intimate our date felt. “Oops, is this bad timing?” “Hello Xavier, I believe you owe me and I'm here to collect my debt.” He smiled, facing my uncle whose face was red in embarrassment.

"The stream is live! The world is waiting!" Elion looked at Cale. "The world can wait," Elion said. "Are we ready?" Cale looked at the window. The steel shutters were open now, revealing the dark sky. The wind was whipping the trees in the garden. "The atmosphere is unstable," Cale noted. "It's a storm. We've weathered storms before." "This isn't weather. It's interference." "Interference from who? Lysander?" "From the Architect," Cale said. "He doesn't want this wedding."

Langston told James about the Supreme Spiritual Root/ Whoever possessed the Supreme Spiritual Root would be bright, distinguished individuals born to persevere in the face of the Calamity. However, what was the Calamity? Based on Langston’s thoughts, the Calamity would be brought about by the seal’s activation. This would be the greatest catastrophe mankind would ever face. However, to deal with the menace, mankind’s ancestors had come up with a countermeasure. They would allow mankind to obtain the blood of the Four Holy Beasts so that they could gain extraordinary lifespans, which would allow them to emerge rapidly to deal with the looming threat. However, upon foreseeing the plans of mank

ones in their twisted wedding ritual. Five years ago, a male college student was locked in a barn for resisting the ritual. In the middle of the night, he was trampled by an enraged bull, leaving him permanently disabled. He was still hospitalized. And among those orchestrating the ritual was none other than Rosalie. The public was shocked when this came to light. Surprisingly, as reporters charged into Clarke Group, Rosalie's first reaction was to beg them to contact me. "Please, I can't reach my husband. Can you help me find him?

Maybe you'll let us have a go, too. At those words, my pent-up rage exploded. I lunged and landed a solid punch on the mocker's face. Before I could unleash more of my fury, Yvette intervened. She grabbed my hand and rushed into the room, her eyes filled with worry for Ethan. "Ethan said you could have me first, just until it's done. After that, I'll go take care of his 'illness.' "That settles it, right? We're not breaking any promises this way." I could not help but snort in disbelief.

A pity that it was too little time, just enough for Azrael to finally go to Callisto and the path was clear. "What are you going to do?" the little demon questioned me as he watched me sneak underground in Lucifer’s palace. "Didn’t you notice?" I questioned him as a way to provoke him "I’m doing exactly what you suggested." He snitched. "Intervening? Let’s be honest, you will never intervene unless it benefits you." I nodded, he knew me well, too well. And I was also right, I would not intervene - after all if I was the one to change history this would make it predictable and sad, but lucky for me - I was not the only one to intervene this time and as fast as those sweet words said, my littl