Chaos Book Tom O'neill の小説・ストーリー

“He is at the bottom of the well, where I should have sent you. I will not make the same mistake this night. Come out! Let me in!” “Miranda! Was he wearing his Guardian’s Artifact? “Of course he was, even called out for him. Curral never came. He would never face me. Not for that. Curral Understands. They all need to understand. Sacha needs to understand!” “Understand what?” “That you are being betrayed, and so you betray me! There needs to be a new order. The old one will fall. Let me take you before then. Sacha will understand.” “Help me understand.”

So I finally look up and see an eight-year-old girl annihilate my front display like she’s reenacting Fast & Furious: Bookstore Drift. Books everywhere. Glorious chaos. Behind her is a woman. A beautiful woman. A diner-uniform, exhausted beyond salvation, mascara-smudged, hair-falling-out-of-the-bun-but-still-somehow-sexy beautiful woman. She stops dead when the books hit the floor. “Oh my God—no, no, no—I’m so sorry—she’s just—today has been—I—please don’t kick us out—” The panic in her voice is pure, distilled chaos.

Back in the house, Sebastian watched Remy leave, then turned to one of the butlers on standby. “Set the table,” he said. But Taylor stepped forward. “Chairman Hawthorne… we can’t stay for dinner anymore. We… we’d like to leave, sir.” Sebastian looked at him, then nodded slowly, approving. “Keep me updated. Let me know what the kidnappers want.” “Yes, sir. Thank you so much,” Taylor said. “You’re very welcome. Get home safely.” Sebastian gestured to a guard. “See them off.” ~¥~ Lyra stood by the road, vomiting. Her insides burned after the long run and narrowly escaping an accident.

The scream tore out of the prisoner’s throat—sharp, raw, desperate—and the younger man beside him jolted against his chains. Tommaso didn’t blink. He didn’t flinch. His expression remained unchanged as chaos erupted before him, as though the man’s agony were simply another step in his method. “Who ordered the hit on Don Lucchese?” Tommaso repeated, his voice unwavering as he watched blood spill across the man’s face while he thrashed in panic, trapped in the chair. “Figlio di puttana!” the man shouted, writhing in place, his voice shredded with despair. “Go to hell!”

He hadn’t fully closed the steel door. It hung open by half an inch. Ariana set the food down and slipped through the gap like a shadow. Lucas Hill’s private wing wasn’t a suite—it was a war room. Screens lined the walls. High-tech data streams glowed in the dark. On the desk, beside a detailed analysis of Hawthorne’s hostile moves, sat a hard-copy folder labeled: PROJECT TITAN – CARTER ACQUISITION STRATEGY Her heart slammed against her ribs. Lucas was hiding more than she realized.

she said and my hand was in her involuntarily. "I told you we needed to talk, mother," Ophelia hissed and the only thing I saw was her finger moving to my throat and I choked. I moved my hand and felt the blood escaping through my fingers. I could feel it suffocating and choking me. "Forgive me, Agatha, but I have unfinished business with my mother. I will give you all my undivided attention soon." "No!" I felt my wolf trying to heal the cut, but my eyes were rolling back. I could see the black dots in my vision. My hand let go of my neck and I felt my body slowly falling to the ground, but I never felt it hit the ground before a white bright light flashed.

“Well, if he was stupid enough to get himself in trouble like this, then he better be dead.” Hiram still had a prejudice against Sol. After all, Sol betrayed them and their company six years ago and pushed Alexandrei to hide until today. CHAOS I was a pioneering invention of their company, CHAOS. CHAOS stood for their names, Carl, Hiram, Alexandrei, Oliver and Solomon. Sol and Alex were the head of the company as the other three supported the company's business venture. And one fateful morning, six years ago, Sol sold CHAOS I to a rival company without explaining it to them.

the asked "Your drink, miss," the bartender said as he pushed a glass with crushed ice and a clear blue liquid inside, She thanked him and took a sip, then she turned to the man beside her, "This is my first time out of my cabin," "What've you been doing there that kept you locked up for six days?" "That's private," Nya answered, "Not really something I'd discuss with a stranger," The man held out his hand, "Terrance Quinn, but my friends call me Terror,"

Eighty-One Chaos knew that he had to carry on, to fight for justice, not just for Nora, but for the other victim of his abuse, especially Noah Van Derlyn. But the weight of her loss was heavy, a burden he would carry for the rest of his life. “But sir, we have to meet as soon as possible. I have found another case in which Oscar’s name was mentioned but was never pushed through to be filed against him.” Chaos slammed his fist on the table, his anger palpable. “Why haven’t they filed charges against him?!” he roared, his voice echoing through the room. “How can they let a monster like that roam free?!”

I groaned, sinking back in my desk and rubbed my face with both my hands. Why was my life such a mess? "Rough day huh?" I hear a deep familiar voice and stood up with a jerk, turning to my side. I found Xavier leaning against the door with one hand in his pocket and his other hand was holding Hannah's tiny fingers. "No, just tired. Ha--Hannah did you forget anything?" I stuttered like a fool, walking towards them. Fuck, why was I always nervous around this guy? I tried so hard not to stare at him but it was impossible when he was standing there looking like a Sex God, wearing a loose grey sweatshirt and dark stone jeans. I wondered what he did for a living. He was always dressed in casuals a