Wreaking Havoc Novels & Stories

I said. “I know.” He dragged a hand through his hair. “I’m trying to respect that. But I need something real from you, Rhea. Even a little. Otherwise I’m just inventing a version of this that doesn’t exist.” The honesty was useful. It also pressed against the edge of what I was willing to give. I let my voice soften. “You’re not inventing it. But if we move too fast, it will break.” He searched my face. Whatever he found there seemed to steady him, at least for now.

Jeremiah picked up his phone, tapped the screen. There he was. Smiling, leaning in close. Something in Jeremiah’s stomach twisted violently. He stood up, walked to the minibar, and poured himself a drink at ten in the morning. He didn’t even like whiskey. But he needed something to shut off the screaming in his head. He took a sip. And lost it. “That fucking slut!” he roared, throwing the glass across the room. It shattered against the wall. Andrew ducked, startled. “Sir, please—calm down—”

I was a force of nature, a harbinger of their darkest nightmares. A surge of exhilaration coursed through me as I contemplated the ruin I would bring upon them. Their lives would crumble like a house of cards, their happiness shattered into a thousand irreparable pieces. No corner of their existence would be left unscathed as I unleashed the full force of my vengeance.

They retreated, unsure of how to subdue her without causing harm. As the chaos continued, the sound of shattering glass, splintering wood, and panicked screams filled the air. The grand hall was once again descending into chaos, and she was the catalyst. Her actions were wild and unpredictable, driven by a deep-seated fury that threatened to consume her.

And then, it happened. With a deafening roar, the darkness broke free. The earth cracked beneath them with a terrifying sound, jagged shards of rock flying through the air as though the world itself had shattered. The ground trembled again, sending waves of shock through their bodies. The air turned icy, bitter, with tendrils of storm wrapping around them like a vice. Time itself seemed to warp and distort, as if the very fabric of reality was unraveling in the wake of Henry’s fury. The darkness surged, a tidal wave that consumed everything in its path.

I heard his voice, until it got muffled by the sweeping sounds of the tornado, and I sensed something bad had happened. I couldn't run too far, cause it was extremely fast. I hid behind one of the trees in the woods, hoping it would just pass by without hurting me. The tornado bent and uprooted trees, as well as other items, swirling them in it's pool of darkness. I shut my eyes with my hands, expecting the worst.

I asked in a whisper. "O my God that beautiful thing is destroyed" Emily half yelled in horror. "Sorry for the inconvenience in your peaceful evening. I think someone shattered the glass tower by mistake. Please continue to enjoy your dinner" he said apologetically. Listening to this apology everyone went back to enjoy their dinner. I don't know why I feel like someone did that on purpose. I was feeling odd about it. Shaking those stupid feelings out of my mind I decided to enjoy my farewell party.

She was going to give him a piece of her mind when she got back. Bryce was just getting out of the shower as Lyn stepped into the trailer. He had changed the sheets and aired out the smell from earlier. And of course he gad washed off the evidence. Bryce quickly saw her face and asked, "What the hell are you fucking mad about? Where did you find Jerky?" "I found him down the street about to get mauled by a pit bull!" She yelled. She gave him the whole run down of what just happened and what the guy had said. Bryce looked at her for a moment then at the puppy and said coldly as he sat on the bed, now converted into a sofa, "Well he shouldn't of horn or the yard. Maybe next time he'll know mor

"You're breaking up with me, huh? Your hand is ruined now. The hospital won't want you anymore. Your career is done for! Who else would want you but me?" I took a deep breath and slapped him with my left hand. Then, I knocked over the thermal container he had placed on the bedside table. Shaun was stunned. He couldn't believe that his usually calm and gentle girlfriend would lose her temper. I glared at him, my finger trembling as I pointed at him furiously.

HADEON'S POV: Rage. That's all I feel. Pure, furnacing, rage. "Ahhhhhhhhhh!!" I screamed, letting it all out. Or at least I had hoped it would relieve me of some of the tension weighing on my body. On my soul. She is gone. "GONE!!"