Chaotic Nights Novel Novels & Stories

She's been staring at the ceiling while waiting for the stranger she's about to make out with. Nasa harap na siya ng pinto ng ropm na ipina-reserve ni Markus. Bumigay siya sa udyok nito na pag-bigyan ang sarili sa piling ng isang babae para makalimot. Marami ang nangyari sa kaniya sa nakalipas na mga araw kaya pumayag siya. Binuksan na niya ang pinto at bumungad sa kanya ang isang itim na anghel na parang nagdadasal dahil nakatingala ito sa kisame. The woman has a long black straight hair, matangos ang ilong and a deep-set eye paired with thick eyelashes. Tumingin ito sa kaniya ng mapansin ang presenya niya.

Chase walked closely behind him, briefcase in hand. One of the directors cleared his throat. “Mr. Blackwell, do you care to explain these… disturbing reports?” Damon placed his hands firmly on the table, his expression cold but unwavering. “You mean the so-called evidence Marcus leaked?” “Mr. Blackwell—” “No,” he cut them off. “Let me be clear. Seven years ago, I was drugged at the Gala Night. I lost control, and for years, I lived with nightmares I couldn’t explain. I thought they were illusions. Until I found out the truth—”

WARNING ⚠️ SPG ALERT READ AT YOUR OWN RISK! Andrea's POV Nagising ako dahil sa kirot na nararamdam ko sa babang parte ng kasilanan ko, at dahan dahang iminulat ko ang mga talukap ng mata ko. Sinipat ko ang paligid ng kwartong kinaroronan ko ,at ang unang nakita ko ay ang malaking chandelier na nakatapat sa akin, luminga linga ako at nakita ko ang naglalakihang paintings na naka sabit sa wall at ang malaking couch katabi ng table na nasa ulohan ko, kaya bigla ko naalala kung nasaan ako at unti unting sumagi rin sa isip ko ang nangyari sa amin ng boss ko kagabi " God ano naman ang ginawa ko?!" Naiinis na tanong ko ang sarili ko.

Days blurred into nights within the confines of Adrian’s research outpost, a small island of order in the relentless chaos of the jungle. The air inside the cabin was thick with the scent of old paper and fresh coffee, and the constant, low hum of the generator was a comforting sound that had replaced the terrifying silence of the forest. Julian, Leona, and Adrian had fallen into a rhythm, their days consumed by the scrolls. It was a bizarre and intense collaboration, a fusion of ancient wisdom and modern science.

Lumapit kasi ‘to lalo sa akin, hanggang sa napaliyad akong muli. Ramdam ko na naman ang panibagong kiliti na namumuo sa aking puson. Na kahit subukan ko ‘yong pigilan, kusa ‘yong lalabas lalo na at sensitive talaga ako, dahil katatapos ko lang abutin ‘yon kanina. “Killian.” “You’re shaking,” he commented. “How fast do you want, then? Tell me, Ylianna.” Naramdaman ko ang pagbagal ng paggalaw niya na naging dahilan para hampasin ko ang kaniyang dibdib.

Learning to Survive The Beginning of Change Dawn clawed its way through the heavy curtains of the penthouse, casting long, jagged shadows across the king-sized bed where Cana lay tangled in silk sheets still scented with last night's fire. Sleep had been a cruel tease—fitful, haunted by relentless flashes: the dank warehouse reeking of rust and terror, rough hands binding her wrists, the deafening crack of Carlo's gun echoing like judgment day, the metallic tang of blood in the air, and the seismic shift when his world swallowed hers whole. Every time her eyelids fluttered shut, the nightmares replayed in vivid, heart-pounding detail, jolting her awake with sweat-slick skin and racing pulse.

I should have run. But I followed him anyway. Because some part of me still needed answers more than safety. The office was dim except for the storm light filtering through the massive glass windows overlooking the city. The empire beneath us was collapsing. And somehow— So was he. Julian poured whiskey into a glass but never drank it. His hand tightened around the crystal instead. “You remember the first night we met?” he asked quietly. I frowned. “At the charity gala?” “No.” He looked at me. “That wasn’t the first time.”

Mabuti nga't kaninang umaga ay bumaba na ang lagnat ko, medyo masakit pa rin ang katawan ko pero kaya na. Bumungad sa amin ang isang engrandeng ganda ng loob. Puro mga lamesa para sa mga guests ang gilid-gilid, puro mga chandelie, puno naman ng mga hamak at mayayaman ang mga naririto. May malaking screen naman sa harap at may nakasulat na number, kung ilan ang iltaon na niya ngayon which is 21. Nang makita ko ang mga magulang ni Aji, kaagad kaming lumapit rito.

Ramdam ko pa rin ang mabilis na pagkabog ng dibdib ko habang nakatulala sa kisame. "Tumayo ka na dyan habang nakakapag-timpi pa ako, Crysaline. Baka hindi ka na makatayo pa kapag naubos ang pasensya ko. May nagagalit pa naman na cobra rito, baka matuklaw ka ng wala sa oras." sabi niya sa mababang tono bago lumabas sa kwarto ko. Napabalikwas ako ng upo sa kama at pilit na pinapakalma ang sarili ko. Pucha. Anong nangyayari sa akin? Ang bastos kasi ni Nathan eh! Pino-pollute ang itak ko!

nakangising bulalas ni Camilla. "Hindi ako naka-drugs at nagsasabi ako ng totoo kaya basahin mo na 'yan, Camilla." "Sige na nga. 'Wag ko ng basagin trip mo! Nagbasa ulit ito ng tahimik sa libro. "Oh ito, ayon sa libro ay may ritwal ng habang buhay na pagtulog. Weird din ng libro, mukhang nakahithit nagsulat nito," natatawang sabi ni Camilla.