Chaos 7ds Novels & Stories

🖤 Jacob 🖤 An hour later, everything looked different. The kind of control that comes after chaos has already done its damage and everyone is now scrambling to clean it up before it gets worse. My phone had been buzzing nonstop, messages stacking on top of each other, updates flying in from every direction, and for once, I wasn’t the one reacting. I was watching. Because the attack had slowed down.

Yet Clay doesn't breathe another word. Disdain, unlike anything Clay had ever seen before, catches sapphire flaked with garnet. The hostile burn temps Clay to slightly upturn his lips into a poisonous smile. Elegance wouldn't be the first affiliation the elder would grant the boy colored with pastels of a fogged dawn, but the flutter of aggression that spills over Damon's lashes to splash over heated pools, sings of its own special charm. Rouge, untamed. Damon Salvati…dripped of challenge.

Ashrac Looking down at the small white business card in my hand, I can't help wondering what I'm doing here. I've sunk so low even my best chess strategy won't save me. I glance up at "ODA" etched in white block letters on the glass door in front of me. Otherworld Dating Agency. Shrugging, I decide to go for broke. What the hell do I have to lose at this point? I open the door and shove it forward a little harder than I meant to. It slams against the far wall with a thud. A woman behind a large oak desk looks up and scowls. I grimace inside my head because I'm accustomed to that exact look from my mother when she's unhappy about something I've done. This won't go well.

Seventy-Seven Chaos stood beside Florence, his arms crossed, his expression grim. He had seen the darkness, the evil that lurked in the shadows from Nora’s tired eyes. He knew that they had a long road ahead, a battle against mental instability and emotional breakdown. But he was ready to fight, to protect this woman who had been through hell and give her a voice that no one had ever given her.

Cherry patted my back. She slipped something into my hand as I stared down at the toilet. There wasn't anything in my stomach to come up, just this morning's oatmeal. I squeezed the thing in my hand. It felt like a rock. My other hand braced against the stall wall to keep my shaking knees from collapsing. I brought the foreign object into view. It was a large clear crystal. I looked over to Cherry. "Matei used to take in what he called bad energy every once in a while. He'd have a similar reaction. He never went anywhere without one of these."

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

she continued, sweeping at the leaves with her feet. "Ever effort I make to get out, goes horribly wrong," she grumbled. Suddenly her foot hit something hard. She took a step forward brushing away more of the leaves, when she realized what it was. Trix's eyes widened in shock as she glanced at Tristan. "Duck," she yelled as a 7ft creature entered the clearing, swinging a huge bat the size of a human leg. It may have even been one. Tristan moved out the giants way just in time as the bat, hit the ground with a bang. Trix swore she felt it shake. She scrambled to her feet and rushed to Tristan's side. Suddenly a smaller one ran from beyond the treeline.

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Damn it, Lesha, this is why you're still single, I think to myself. I look up at him, and to my surprise, his eyes darken and he smiles. "That can't be true, because you are really fucking beautiful." he says. It is silent for a while after he said that, because I had no reply for that. He sighs. "I'm sorry if that freaked you out, why don't we just dance?" he asks in a low husky voice. I nod, and he takes my hands, just as I hear Xeno's favorite song came on, I can f**k you all time by Jeremih ft lil Wayne. I smile, remembering how she taught me how to dance to it. I am feeling really confident while dancing to this song, but then again, that could just be the alcohol in my system.

The world wheeled round and went black. Even in my sleep, in my dreams I couldn't fight Adams. He was there and I gave myself up to the memory, tired of fighting it. In my dim prison, save for the candles, I couldn't see two feet ahead of my legs. I couldn't hear anything except the chirping of birds and the occasional sad song the wind strummed. Today was my seventh day in captivity. My seventh day in Adams' clutches. I'd cried, screamed and begged to no avail. The nights were cold and I was silently hoping, wishing for a miracle. Mom always said, God never gives us a situation we can't handle.