Chaotic Fanfiction Novels & Stories

For the first time since after she died, I let myself cry properly. That night, I was physically and mentally drained. My supply of life force was exhausted so he had to go into someone’s dreams that night. I concentrated and picked on a college student. He was one of the smarter ones, considering he read Ana Huang. He just moved up in my list of respect. I rarely ever say this but the sex was really good and his life force was intoxicating. I would’ve drunk more but I didn’t want it to affect him. I wave him bye, knowing I would never come back. There was, however, something different about him. Revived, I returned back to the reality and found something to eat. All that sex made me really

The animals that were bustling on his feet cowered when a forceful mana burst forth and suppressed the dark mist that was crackling with laughter " I'm afraid its not me who abandoned you , maybe it has been always you who abandoned me " ******♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡********* The way Chelsea figured it out , she spent more time nightmaring than she did sleeping . Her eyes flickered open and she groaned , maybe she shouldn't have become a knight or a manga writer , she would have been really great as a horror writer . Like if there was some sort of awards for experienced the supernatural, Chelsea would be the first in line ..

Alex said, waiting for the couple to do something. They looked at the couple, concerned about their plan. Something felt wrong about it. But nevertheless, as Levi said, it was better to do something than do nothing. The plan was to go back one day before the prophecy was made and create obstacles in the way such that the prophecy being conveyed to the Dark Lord would be delayed. They were aware that it was impossible to change the prophecy but could manipulate the original meaning of it. They saw Levi open his eyes and nod. Suddenly, the surroundings started moving in a brisk and sail towards the past. They felt the gravity under their feet becoming weak.

“There are wounds that never show on the body that is deeper and more hurtful than anything that bleeds”—Laurell K Hamilton, Mistrial’s Kiss Chaos’s P.O.V I lay in bed conscious to everything around me yet not so conscious. I was in a half comatose state and I could feel myself changing. Even I, am afraid of what the end result might be. It was a battle of wills that I lost the moment I found out that my mate was cheating on me.

****** Sam's stepfather shares her body with his friends. This story features reluctance and non-consent as well as sex between a stepfather and his daughter. It is rough and hard and deeply unrealistic. This is fiction and only fiction, every fictional character is over eighteen and it should be read as fantasy, entirely unrelated to anything remotely acceptable in the real world. Nothing about this is okay, but it is hot to read fictional characters experiencing it. Enjoy. ******

I picked up the pen again and scrawled furiously: “I will write this all down. Every messy, chaotic, stupid, wonderful thing. Every kiss, every curse, every goddamn feeling that makes me think I’ve gone insane. Roman will be immortalized as… the man who broke me and made me beg for it. And the title? I will figure it out. Maybe: ‘Chosen by Chaos.’ Or maybe… ‘My Billionaire, My Disaster.’ Hah! Perfect. Or not. Definitely needs work.” I laughed at myself, a breathless, hysterical sound that made Dorsey snort again. Soup sloshed slightly. I ignored it, scribbling more.

“And Triana Capez is Chaos father ex-girlfriend, Fredix Spencer.” Third Person POV Chaos slowly opened his eyes but closed it again as the light flashed on his eyes, he tried to open his eyes again and get used to the light. He looked around to find Peace but he didn't see any sign of Peace around, he started to panic a little. He stood up from his bed and walked towards the door and went outside, where he saw the guards sitting outside guarding his room outside, they immediately stood up and tried to help him but he stopped them.

Clarissa As the blue cloud dissipated, a sudden rush of darkness overwhelmed Clarissa’s senses. Shadows swallowed the world around. A chill ran through her soul. The bond with Stefan and Blake thrummed with concern, but she was already being pulled away. She stood alone in a broken landscape. The sky was a mass of swirling black clouds, blotting out any light. The ground cracked and crumbled, swallowing remnants of once-great cities. Rivers of molten lava snaked through the land, burning everything in their path. The smell of sulfur and ash assaulted her senses.

I stood, grabbed a shawl, and walked past her without waiting for a reaction. The cool air hit me the second I stepped outside. Sharp. Electric. Like the world knew something was coming. Like I was becoming something else. And I could feel it—that something big was inside me. Bigger than me. Bigger than Cade. Bigger than anything I’d ever known. But why had the ritual failed? Out of all the wolves who’d attempted the forbidden rejection, eighty percent succeeded. Only the unlucky, the ones interrupted or too weak, had failed. But I’d done everything right. I followed every line of that cursed book. I left no stone unturned. So what went wrong?

“Give it a few more months and you’ll be arguing about curtain colors and Egyptian cotton thread counts.” “Vincenzo, go fuck yourself,” Tommaso shot back, casting a quick glance through the rearview mirror. “And do me a favor—don’t start writing fan fiction about my life. The real chaos is more than enough. I don’t need your imagination worsening it.” “Ah, Tom, it’s not imagination,” Vincenzo replied, his grin widening with pure mischief. “What I saw earlier made it obvious that something’s going on.” “And if there is, is that a problem?” Tommaso asked, his voice lower than he intended, lacking the firmness he’d had moments before.