Calm In The Chaos Book Novels & Stories

I don't want to be stuck here forever! Has someone set this up? Or is it really an accident. Am I really that unlucky to be the one in this kind of situation? But, it's okay, actually I'm happy and somewhat relieve because I'm the one who's stuck here, because if it is one of those girls who's being stuck here, I'm sure they'll get really really scared and surely will get a trauma after, because one wrong move and they'll die. Unlike me. I'm not afraid nor scared. Why? Because I'm not afraid to die afterall. No one can't escape death, so why bother to be afraid. I shook my head. I don't have to think about things like that in my situation now. All I have to think about is how can I get out o

Alessia Chaos. The definition random, unpredictable, formless. Chaos is what we see when we make it through the portal. people yelling and screaming and running about, people laying on the ground bleeding and medics shouting their needs and through it all there is one still form, one man laying against a tree that draws my attention. just like he did in the battle. My fear ebbs away to confusion as I step forward the room stills and the sounds gone all that remains is the form at the base of the tree. when his eyes snap to mine, its like the air has been punched from my gut.

Logan’s POV Chaos does not announce itself with a drumbeat or with alarms; it arrives quietly, seductively, like a predator stalking through shadows, insinuating itself into every corner of my awareness, wrapping around me before I can even register the danger, and then, with cruel precision, it slams into me, pungent, overwhelming, inescapable, and completely undeniable. It creeps in on the scent first, a stench so vile that it curls through my nostrils, digs into my sinuses, and immediately raises every hair on my body, a scent so visceral, so obscene, that it feels less like a smell and more like an attack on my very soul. I freeze instinctively, the baby pressed against my chest, squirmi

There was nothing really dramatic, just enough pressure to make the structure groan. And Clarissa. I smiled widely to myself at the thought of her. She was the most satisfying of them all, not because she was weak but because she still believed strength came from restraint. She was cornered now. I could feel it. People always move differently when they are cornered. They become faster and sloppier, and their hope turns into risk. Chaos had a rhythm. Most people usually only hear noise, panic, and collapse. I could hear structure. I could hear the timing. And right now, the world was playing exactly the tune I composed.

I sank to the floor near the fire, fingers twitching as if the energy hadn’t yet learned how to settle. Caspian followed, slower this time. He sheathed the blade and crouched before me, scanning my face like he wasn’t sure if I’d break—or burn. “Talk to me,” he said gently. “What’s going on inside you right now?” I closed my eyes. “Chaos,” I admitted. “It feels like I’ve swallowed a star that doesn’t know how to stop spinning. Every time I try to focus, it slips sideways. Every emotion is… louder. Sharper.”

"Interesting choice. Sensory elimination rather than sensory management." I spoke without opening my eyes, my voice steady despite everything. "You want chaos." "Yes." "You think chaos breaks people. Overwhelms their ability to process and forces psychological collapse." Hale didn't answer immediately, letting the silence stretch. He didn't need to answer. My lips moved slightly, something almost like a smile. "You're wrong." My eyes opened, focusing directly on where I knew he was standing. And now, I moved. Not erratic or reactive, not thrashing against the environmental assault.

“No, while he was in me I was able to digest some of him, but right now I’m in pretty bad shape, I need to meditate.” “Right here? In a voyager pod in the middle of nowhere?” Terror says, “Don’t you need a Zen place, like a garden or a temple or something?” “this’ll do just fine,” Nya assumed a lotus pose on the floor, “While I’m in my trance, don’t disturb me, I don’t know how my body will react.” She says as she closes her eyes. “Uh, alright?” Terror says unsure of what she meant.

I turned my family's old building into shared apartments. Five floors. Downtown. Huge courtyard. I tore down every non-load-bearing wall and redesigned the layout. Singles. Doubles. Four-person rooms. Something for everybody. Rent was half what everyone else charged. I only rented to people who'd graduated within the past three years. And instead of cramming more rooms into the courtyard, I added a gym and cafeteria. Brand-new gym equipment. Two cooks. Meals that cost about the same as dining hall food. And the first month? All meals were free. I really thought I was doing something good. Giving people fresh out of school a little breathing room. A place to call home. They cal

Clara managed her interviews with efficient warmth, Ralia fluttered around her with last-minute adjustments, and Lucas,recently discharged, still limping,positioned himself at her side as though he could shield her with presence alone. Your moment, he whispered, voice steady. You earned it. She wanted to believe him. She wanted to feel victorious, to imagine that all the wreckage behind her had settled into something resembling peace. But ghosts linger, even in ballrooms lit like dreams. When her name echoed across the hall, applause rose like a tide. She walked toward the podium, the glow of the stage wrapping her in dazzling warmth. For a heartbeat, she felt almost weightless. Peace, she b

Theodore stood close behind me, one hand hovering just at my back not touching, but ready. “In all this chaos?” he asked. “Yes,” I said. “Eryndor is holding it together.” Inside the Storm I could feel it clearer now. The deeper I reached, the more the chaos made sense not logically, not perfectly, but emotionally. Pain. Fear. Confusion. Countless voices layered into one overwhelming existence. But at the center of it Eryndor. Holding. Enduring. Trying to reshape something that had never learned how to exist properly.