Chaotic Neutral Memes Novels & Stories

The fragments of Harper surged forward, and the whispering returned — louder, more commanding, uncontrollable. “You thought you could survive without me?” Harper purred from inside Lila. “Think again. I am eternal. I am chaos. And now… the real game begins.”

There were hundreds of users on the grid who believed it was a technique meant to purposefully harm human joints and cause long-term damage. There were several conversations going on about the Chaos Sequence. However, there was one more post on the official glitch forum that had an unrivaled popularity. This topic was still on top of the popularity charts. The post has over a half a billion views and a 1.3 million discussion threads, and it is now ranked first in the trending category. [Trending #1 - The most awaited List of 100 most overwhelming clans and 1000 most powerful individuals is released by the Immortal Crawlers!!! Results will shock you!!]

My vapidness would love to smack some sense in him. ‘Cheers!’ Another wrote with clinking glasses. His teeth would look better on the ground or better as toppings. ‘Can I have some?’ The following goes on. I'd like to have some of your arteries too. ‘Cheap drunks!’ You think you can afford the cheap in the wildest of your dreams. The netizens had a gala day sharing memes amongst themselves. I have become a laughingstock. It ranges from hilarious to disgustingly vulgar. For what? For outspeaking and spitting facts at a jerk's face. For standing up by the side of a vampiress who is forced to become his sex slave. For having opinions that do not reconcile. For wanting to be admired.

I look at 66. "What? Did you just realized that I'm handsome even though I'm wearing a mask? " He asked. "Did you think what I think? " I asked. We both landed our eyes in the painting. "I like that... " -- Third Person's Point of View "Anyone? Higher than 10 million? " The guy in the front with creepy masked said. Someone raised his hand. "1 billion. " They all gasped. Someone took a place again. "20 trillion. " They all gasped again. No one could ever beat that kind of amount.

“Hey Ransom, were you someone’s bitch?” A peal of ominous laughter escapes Ransom’s throat. This might get bloody. “Oh no, Julia. I made every man in my block MY BITCH.” His voice goes from being humored, to lethal. “Julia, Carley isn’t a whore. She is just the only girl worthy of being the Chaos Queen.” He tuts her but doesn’t leave his seat. Ransom is unstable and unpredictable on his best day thanks to his sperm donor.

*This chapter may contain offensive content, read at your own risk!!!! Do not attempt to replicate any action protrayed in this chapter. Thank you for reading!!!* Trix bit her lip as she stared dazed at the air. She was so high that she could reach the stars. Her head staggered and fell into the shoulders of her best friend, Jordan. Jordan had dirty blonde hair, brown eyes and a lean body. He could of been an athlete but Jordan didn't want to become a jock for reasons that were obvious to everyone else except Trix.

And right here,It was the beginning of another life for me. Hey guys!!! So.... here we have it. It is a whole new twist for Ethan and Nuella. Do you think Ethan would ever walk again? Will fate bring back the things Ethan wants back. Let's all find out in this amazing journey of "Memories". See y'all in the next chapter 😉 Thanks for reading Xoxo Dim Leon 😘😘

I remain silent during this process, still not sure what to think about this situation. “Oh, this isn’t good.” Axel exclaims, checking his phone. “I have an alert, the police are looking for a fugitive with telekinetic abilities who may be able to identify a high-risk Abnormal known as a ‘Mimic’.” He looks confused and turns to Myah, “Do you know what a Mimic is?” He asks. She doesn’t show any reaction but simply states; “I can’t think of anything relating to that, CC?” Myah looks towards her sister for a further response,

I walk slowly, as rushing would be a betrayal. In a corner, I open my phone and send the first message that will set the chain in motion. An innocuous photo, a word, a clue. The public opinion algorithm will do the rest. Rumors, dull and unsharpened, quickly find teeth to grind them further. It only takes a point of friction.

They’d done it under his nose. His fists trembled. The last time Rosewood magic had been used unchecked, it had torn through the North like wildfire. Packs had turned against packs. Kings had fallen. Blood soaked the rivers. It had taken three generations to bury the truth. Now, something—or someone—was stirring again. And for the first time in centuries, the silence of the white wolves was broken. He turned sharply, boots crunching against the frost-bitten stone, and called over his shoulder. “Cassian.”