Chaotic Books Novels & Stories

Leaving peace and stepping into war. As he looked about the two-room shack, he scratched his head in wonder. Thirty years of stacking things here and there, how would he ever find all he needs in this mess? Bookshelves, counters, and tables were covered with open books strewn about. Pages of parchment, some rolled up nice and neat while others lay scattered here and there, blew in the light breeze. There was so much knowledge and research just lying about how would he condense into one small pack, plus food, water, and a bedroll.

Jake walked to his laptop and googled a whole lotta crazy scenarios like schezophrenia, personality disorder and even crazy itself but none of it was completely relating to what was happening to him. “Shit!” He closed his laptop and that's when he saw it. Lying just an inch away from behind the laptop; its tattered edges and broadness with the dark old cover and the distinct golden embossed symbol on top of it of the pentagram. The book.

Their explanation of tantra was truthful, if a little oversimplified. I squeeze my eyes shut and rub my temples. I need coffee, and by now the kids might have something for me, so I head back down to Chinatown, taking a detour into The Magickal Childe bookshop on West 33rd on the way. Of the stack of books I’ve spent my morning with at the library, the one title I’m fascinated by is the infamous Tibetan Book of the Dead, and now I wanta copy I can mark up. The shop is a cramped little hole in the wall that reeks of voodoo oils and herbs. Ceremonial swords and shelves of dusty glass jars cover the walls. A leather-bound copy of the Necronomicon takes pride of place in the display window and a

I am even more surprised to find my stomach churning at the sight of Jesse watching Jake with very intense eyes. Something is seriously wrong with me. “I have a theory.” Mave says, snapping my attention back to him. I lean forward, ready for any sort of solutions, time is running out for us. “He is part of a cult.” “What?!” Mave shrugs, his brows doing a weird dance that reminds me of what Jesse said about his forehead, I suppress a chuckle. “Think about it, what other group of people are tight lipped and have their records sparkling clean?”

Rearranging the books, I found a small brown book wedged behind them, but it didn’t have a title or seem to belong to the library. While putting the library books up, I took the unmarked book and opened the cover to see if something was inside to help me figure out where the book went. The cover had nothing, so I flipped the page and saw it was a journal. The handwriting looked familiar as if I had seen it before. Flipping the pages, I skimmed the contents and saw that it discussed microchips. It was also about changed wolves. I took the book to the loft to find out if it was related to the same thing I wanted to create.

And then there are books I’ve never even heard of, their spines there telling me that something amazing awaits inside of them. A smile creeps onto my face as I notice the careful arrangement. The books are organised into categories that reveal an understanding of my interests I never thought anyone could possess. I glance at Chase, whose playful grin matches my own. “We figured we would organise it for you,” Chase says, his tone light-hearted as he gestures towards the shelves. “Here’s your alien collection. Over here, we’ve got your ghosts, demons, and other supernatural stuff. And this section is dedicated to mafia and motorcycle stories. Should I keep going?”

He asks and I chuckle. "This book is about a war between dragons and shit. It's not like a cook book or a knitting class." I say, chewing on some ice as I type up the description online. "Stop chewing on ice, you're gonna ruin your teeth." Jack barks through the phone, but I ignore him. "Yes or no? I'm sure Mrs. B would just give us the books. You're the one who was bitching that we need to try new things." I say and he groans a little, obviously annoyed by me.

"Weird stuff, huh? The gods' hidden agenda... Everything you need to know about your future is in those books. In order to find the Fated One, you'll need the clues to figure out where to look." With her head cocked closer, Alicia's grin deepened, her green tongue wagging. "Death and life are both shrouded in secrecy. In my possession are copies... which are also available to you, but at a cost." Darwin's breath caught in his throat once more, but this time he was terrified. In his haste to locate the manuscript, he may have forgotten the price that had been warned to him, and now he paid dearly for it. He raised his eyes to meet the Dark Creature's, whose shape had grown much more menacing

I’ll have the credit of killing the monstrous Death Kings. I reach the door. I open it and Julia gasps at the sight of the tattooed one-eyed man in a black pleated skirt. I cleaned him off after removing his eye. “This is Ransom Oaks! He is one of the Chaos Boys. He is the psychotic stalker of the group.” Well, it gets more and more interesting. I now know his real name. She is a fountain of Chaos knowledge and of how this city works.

But what happens when one of the adoption sites isn't everything it appears to be? This series includes 3 books so far: The Safe Space (completed), Daddy's Collection (completed), and Teacher's Care (ongoing). All three books have graphic violence, nonconsensual sex, and sexual and physical abuse scenes. 5. Follow me on I*******m under the same name or F******k under Owlonmywrist Author. You’ll find information about the stories that you like, character descriptions, early previews, and my unique sense of humor. Plus, I just love talking to people, so if you just wanna chat, come on over.