Novel & Cerita Cold Steel Chaos

He has done worse to people who have become important in my life! The divorce documents and the other property documents including this company's transfer documents are well tucked under my skirt as I fish out my phone to call Carmela, a loyal whore I contracted for this job. I had to make her swear an oath before I let her in my plans. She doesn't seem bad at all. “Sandra...should I come already?” She squeaks from the other end. “Chill woman! Just stay put. I'll be calling you in a few minutes.” I say. “And remember I've spend over six years in prison so don't you dare cross me or else...”

Without giving Vittoria a chance to respond or react, Antonella lunged at her with violent force, shoving her full weight against her until she pinned her against the door of a stall. Vittoria gasped as her back slammed against the wood, a sharp pain spreading instantly like a blunt blow that stole her breath for a moment. “Now you’ll beg for forgiveness,” Antonella whispered, her voice low and venomous, so close that her hot breath grazed Vittoria’s skin. Antonella’s eyes gleamed with feverish delirium, her hatred twisting her features until she barely seemed human. With slow, almost ritualistic movements, Antonella slipped her hand into her neckline and pulled out a small, hidden switchbla

Pia said rolling her eyes. “Come! Come and give me your sweet hugs. I missed them.” He said opening his arms. Who is this guy? Did he run away from some mental hospital? Many questions flowed through my mind and in the mean time I didn’t saw Nikhila and Pia reaching them. Nikhila hugged this weird guy and Pia hugged the other but not before slapping this weird guy’s shoulder. “Does Ice queen still have daggers or she changed after getting married?” He asked looking at Pia.

In this cataclysm Amidst the swirling tempest of chaos, Jenna's eyes locked onto a figure emerging from the shadows. It was Logan, his countenance etched with an unwavering resolve that sent shivers down her spine. In the dimly lit arena, a fierce battle raged on. The clash of steel against steel echoed through the air, mingling with the gasps and cheers of the spectators. Jenna's eyes were fixed on the combatants, her heart pounding in her chest.

🖤 Alexandra 🖤 “President, Mr Grey is heading to the port now.” Timmy’s voice barely registered in my head as I continued staring at the surveillance screen in front of me. Cold water crashed violently against the docks while dozens of black vehicles moved around the warehouse area carefully. Men loaded weapons. Others secured routes. Alpha Team stayed alert around the perimeter. Chaos. Familiar comforting chaos. Unlike emotions. Emotions were messy. Unpredictable. Weakening. And right now?

The sound rips out of me. “That’s it.” He groans. “Just my name.” He moves. Slow at first. Deep. Controlled. Like he owns every inch of me. Like he’s carving himself into me from the inside. Claiming. Branding. My body stretches for him, takes him, memorizes him. C-H-A-S-E. Over and over. Like he’s writing himself into me. He tears the shirt from my body, binds my arms behind me, and the helplessness, the control, it sends heat crashing through me.

Charlotte woke up the next morning feeling like her body had been plugged into two different power sources; one charging her and one draining her at the same time. The adrenaline from yesterday’s chaos had faded, leaving behind a mix of exhaustion and clarity. She moved through her small apartment slowly, brushing her teeth, pulling her blonde hair into a sleek bun, and slipping on her usual soft-colored blouse. Her reflection stared back at her: steady eyes, calm face. One more day, she told herself.

Not because I couldn’t but because I didn’t want to. Do you know how disturbing that is for someone like me? I feel like my entire personality folder got corrupted. Luca keeps calling it “character development,” like he’s personally responsible for this emotional glow-up. Sofia pats my cheek sympathetically and tells me heartbreak builds empathy. Empathy. No thank you. But then something shifts in the air. Like a disturbance in the force. Like the universe whispering, Heads up, King — chaos is coming. So I finally look up and see an eight-year-old girl annihilate my front display like she’s reenacting Fast & Furious: Bookstore Drift.

Even though there was a certain kind of youth to her, I did not miss the thick muscles along her arms and legs. The last to step out was Chaos, who would have easily been one of the most beautiful men I had ever seen, if it weren't for the sinister light to his eyes. It had nothing to do with the fact that they were a rich shade of crimson, which stood out brightly from his onyx hair. It was the glint of satisfaction in them when he noticed I wasn't alone, that there would be others to take out before grabbing me. A washed-out band t-shirt and some torn jeans completed the look, though there was nothing salvageable within this man. A sociopath through and through.