Loving Chaos Novels & Stories

You don’t get to pick who you love. The plane has been in the air for 10 minutes when it’s happens. When the lights cut out and the screaming starts. When the nose of the plane starts to fall towards the earth. When one of the wings is ripped from the left side of the plane and a giant whole is sitting where the other people should have been.

No reply came. But in his chest, the bond pulsed again. Stronger. And in that silence, he knew. She remembered something. Whether it was pain… or him… he didn’t know. But soon, he would. And then the real chaos would begin. Because Darian Draven wasn’t just a mate seeking love. He was a king seeking what was stolen. And he would not stop until every shadow was burned and every truth laid bare—until she stood beside him, whole, free, and his.

Not anymore. I am exhausted and there is not even an ounce of energy left inside me. Even breathing in and out seems stressful, right now. I just want to stop for a moment, take a break from my life and head and rest. But everything around me is chaos and there is no peace. It is just that. Chaos. A lot of them. Everything is ruined. And, my life has turned into a mess. All because I loved a man. The wrong one. All this,... Just... because I love him.

**** In the past few days, Lisa has been preparing for college, so she wasn't always at Pizza Lovers. Interestingly My wolf wasn't happy that we weren't going to see her that often. At first, I was confused at the type of attraction I had for her but now I think my wolf was the one fond of her. I knew no one could replace Kierra, Lisa's energy was quite special too, it's sad I didn't think of wanting to be with her no matter how much my wolf might force me. I began to wish that with my strange unexplainable feelings for Lisa, I hope she doesn't turn out to be my mate. That would be messed up…

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.”

The cosmic representatives conferred in methods beyond communication, then announced: "The imprisoned force waking changes parameters. You're adding variables to experiment that's already unprecedented." Through our aspects, we felt the weight of decision. Let human Luna exist as chaos incarnate, knowing she'd eventually wake creative force? Or try containing her, risking the stagnation we'd fought to avoid? "Let her be," Love said from imprisonment. "Chaos serves love by preventing love's calcification into mere habit." One by one, the aspects agreed. Human Luna would remain our random element, our insurance against stagnation. Even as creative force stirred toward waking. Even as chaos and

It was joy, loud and messy, exactly the kind Chi wanted to hold forever. The movie played next, The Valley of a Thousand Hills. The queer love story filled the room, silence wrapping around them as everyone sank into the film’s rhythm. Discussions broke after voices overlapping with opinions, everyone comparing scenes to their own lives. Amina slipped away to tuck Mimi properly in bed. That’s when her eyes caught it, the faint glow of Chi’s phone on the nightstand. A notification banner. Unsaved number. But the profile picture made her throat dry, Nonye.

Her heart stopped as she opened the new message from the unknown number,it was sent in codes ,this time not in words. Mira’s breath caught, her eyes darting to the window, where the street outside lay dark and still. The guy in the black hoodie was still out there, and Sofia’s apology suddenly felt like a trap

The curtains were ripped from the wall and paintings were shredded. In the middle of the chaos, Celus sat with his head in his hands on the floor. He gripped his hair while streaming curse words. Reaching down in anger, he grabbed the closest book to him and whipped it at the wall leaving a dent. Salen jumped at the loud crash catching his attention. His head snapped to the door, catching a glimpse of her light blonde hair. "Salen?" His voice croaked. He dropped his hands slowly to his lap and sat up straighter, showing his disheveled features and bloodshot eyes.