Chaos Aesthetic Novels & Stories

I nodded even though I felt like there was no need to really think about anything, something which I would only realize much later was a mistake. I woke up around noon and then started getting ready because I knew it would take me a while to color correct the bruising that was now a deep shade of purple. Once I was done with my makeup I put on an off-shoulder black halter top and paired it with a blue denim mini skirt and white Air Jordans. Grayson told me that he had a surprise for me.

The child died. Nocté surfaced, and clouds of steam rose into the air. Pulling the dress over her wet body, the girl wandered back to the castle. The rest of the night was spent in nightmares that brought with them the appearance of a dead newt – crabs crawled out of the torn belly, clicking their claws. They devoured the dead flesh, and gray moths landed on the newt's eyes and mouth. The clicking grew louder until Nocté woke up. A day was breaking outside, gulls were screaming loudly, waves were beating noisily against the rocks. The air smelled like freshly baked bread. For the first time in forever, Nocté felt hungry. [1] Chaos — primary state of the universe, the formless totality of mat

His OCD couldn't stand it but He reminded himself that this messiness was needed for his desires. There had been an ongoing fight between his OCD and His desire for His innocent angel with cherry lips. His mind was habitual of using guns and knives, it was habitual of getting his hands dirty for his work as He had been doing it for years, earlier for his uncle and now for himself. But He get irked easily whenever He notices anything messy. Yet, the feral desire He felt for Isabel had turned his OCD on the backfoot. Isabel bit her lower lip before they entered his room but the moment she stepped inside she was utterly shocked seeing the sparkling interior. His room had the same white and gold

It's like being thrust in a vision only I can feel the wind breathe the putrid odors in the air and my scream rings out as a wave of intense pain wracks my body, my skin seems to boil, my body on the verge of breaking as scream after scream after scream escapes my lips. It's hard to describe, it is like a fire not the warm ones that fueled my blood in order to achieve my passions but an intense one that seemed intent on devouring me from inside out,my arms and legs are at odd angles and all I can do is continually scream into the darkness hoping something will save me. "Witness," Chaos's voice manifests a thousandfold. "Tiny fragment of life what I will do to your bloody essence should you f

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

TWELVE YEARS LATER, (12 yrs) At 20 years old, Jeisin was more pretty, good looked, intelligent, confident, ambitious, charmed and smart. She had a pure fair, soft built skin as her long dark brown hair moved straight on her back. Her cute face had glowed with her beautiful big blue eyes. And she has a sweet blossom soft lips. Her beauty has became incomparable. As she strongly resemble her mother, Miss Rayal in appearance and in benevolent. Then from her father's side, Annes as she resemble him in cheerfulness and in compassion.

Pleasure shot up my spine, my thighs dampened as my pussy began to drip. I didn’t dare move I didn’t dare look at him If I looked, everyone would know. I parted my lips as if I were about to cough, desperate to mask the sound, my moans; but his eyes trailed to me just for a second and I knew that was exactly what he wanted. He wanted me trembling in silence while the others droned on about market shares. He wanted me flushed, restless and pretending to be fine while all my nerves stood taut as I tried to stop myself from cumming all over the slick, marble floor.

“That’s exactly what you are, Vittoria. A plague.” He met her gaze, impassive, as if his words carried no weight on his conscience but were undeniable truths. “A plague that slowly poisons everything around it, even when it thinks it’s harmless. And the worst part is, you don’t even realize it. You destroy relationships, sow discord, and create chaos, all with that victimized air, as if the world is always against you.” Vittoria’s lips parted and closed several times, as if she were desperately searching for a response, any retort to counter the blow. But nothing came.

THALRION "Someone from my circle is about to betray me but how? There’s a difference between chaos and control. Most people don’t understand it. They think chaos is unpredictable. Wild. Uncontainable. They’re wrong. Chaos follows patterns. You just need to be intelligent enough to see them. That’s why I don’t fear it. I use it. Bend it into something useful. But betrayal? Betrayal is different. It doesn’t announce itself.

"A universe that is one single thing? Did we just build their museum for them, but with more steps?" Audrey shook her head, her own silver-gold hair flowing in the "Solar-Wind." "No, Lucas. The Curators wanted a 'Still-Life.' This is a 'Dance.' Look at the 'Fluctuations.' The web isn't solid; it’s 'Breathing.' It’s a 'Final-Symmetry' because it’s the point where 'Order' and 'Chaos' finally agree on a 'Price'."