Chaos Nightmare Novels & Stories

--- Xyna “THE mechanics of the game will draw names out of this box, of course it's our names. Whoever name you saw written in the paper will need to do the dare that you give him/her. When she/he doesn't or refuse to do the dare, there has consequences that have to be done. We planned this earlier, so we decided that the consequence will be drinking a glass of vinegar with chili.” we all winced at what Andrew said. Looks like we all don't have a choice then. We all don’t want to drink that vinegar of course. Just thinking that I'm going to drink it is like I'm going to vomit.

His eyes rolled back, and he fell into a deep, immediate sleep. In his nightmare, he stood in an endless void. On each finger of his outstretched hands, he balanced a glowing orb. Each orb contained a swirling galaxy, teeming with life. As he watched, horrified and mesmerized, one orb slipped from his grasp. It didn’t fall; it unmade. The galaxy within winked out of existence without a sound, as if it had never been. A profound, cosmic grief filled him.

And since we're in the middle of the night, probably many strange things happening right now. "What the f*ck! " And there! Just like what I said, many strange things happening right now. "Damn it! Get a room you idiots! " Agent 45 said. I remain in my usual reaction. This kind of scene is not new on me. I've seen a lot of this. Inside the quarter, building, or even in movies. But hey, I've never been do it. I'm totally an innocent girl. "So sweet. " 38 said.

I shouted back and walked outside the store. Once I reached home, I dropped the keys in a bowl and took out my phone to text Xavier but shrieked in fear when I saw a large figure looming over me. I looked up to see who it was and scrunched my eyebrows in confusion. Nate?

Five rogues in their human form were slightly behind him, all glaring at my ex-boyfriend and the few rogues he came with. My father's eyes were glowing red. He was angry, yet his expression was composed. He threw his cigar away and suddenly approached slowly, but a large shadow passed me in a blur, and Nigel was gone. A loud growl resounded, and I gasped when I saw Nigel under a large black wolf. His hand was gone, and he was screaming. " Khai," I breathed.

She doesn't like feeling weak. “Exactly. I am the Alpha of Nightmares. What is a common thing of nightmares?” he asked, his tone taking on a sinister quality as he leaned closer, claws starting to dig into my skin. “They are dark and terrifying?” I arched an eyebrow doing my best to maintain my bravado. I would not whimper for him. He obviously gets off on that shit.

Bad. Cash and I were the only ones that survived the Nightmare from our family. Mom and Dad were already sick by the time the vampires came to our home to 'save' us. The vamps were only there for me. They had found out about my IQ and wanted my brain to join them. I had insisted that they saved my brother as well. I may have made it a deal breaker.

“Are you sure you didn’t move his hand by accident?” I shake my head furiously, “No, no. I wasn’t close to his hand at all.” Dr. William sighs, his expression crumbling to one of pity. “Sometimes that happens… the muscles remind themselves that they aren’t dead, and it happens with jerky movements.” Oh. He’s still the same then… Still trapped in a nightmare, where I could never reach him.

And maybe—just maybe—cue the sequel: HELL NAWW! ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅ ❤️Hope you guys enjoyedChaos in Heels—I definitely enjoyed writing it. Until next time, my friends. 💅

His pulse hammered, a chaotic mix of pain, want, and something else—something he wasn't ready to name, something that felt dangerously like hope, a traitorous "icker in the darkness. Then, without thinking, driven by an impulse he didn't understand, a desperate need to contain the chaos, to shut out the world, he grabbed the chain. The metal wascold and rough against his skin as he yanked, the heavy bay door groaning in protest as it began its descent. The metal crashed shut with a deafening clang, the reverberation echoing o# every wall, echoing inside him too. A violent, decisive end to something that shouldhave ended a long time ago, a futile attempt to slam the door on the past. Wrong do