Wreaking Havoc Novels & Stories

At times like this,I would call Ada and she would comfort me but today,I quarrelled with her and I knew that I will wake up with big black heavy eyes tomorrow morning, with sharp stinging pains from crying. Hello😁😁😋,my dear readers, I hope you're enjoying my book. Who would have thought Ada and Tamara will blow hot like this Even though Tamara is saying the truth. Well,we are like Ada sometimes, fighting the truth and dying from immerse pains. Please comment and let me know what you think about "NO HARM". Laters readers😁😁😘

In the ward, only white curtains stirred in the wind. On the desk lay a signed divorce agreement. Jason stood in the empty ward, crumpling the agreement. His assistant ran in, panting, his forehead beaded with sweat. "Mr. Smith, I already had someone suppress the news, but the audio recording is spreading rapidly." Jason took a deep breath, the panicked look in his eyes fading into condescension. "No need to look for her. Cancel all her supplementary bank cards. The Woods have been relying on their deals with Smith Group to keep their business afloat. She's throwing a fit because she wants me to drive Susan away."

He sat across from me, his stare tearing into me like he could strip away the walls I had built around myself. “I’m surviving,” I finally whispered, my voice brittle but steady. “This is the only way I know how to survive.” His brows knitted, and he leaned closer, lowering his tone so only I could hear. “Surviving? Ava, this…” he gestured to the dim lights, the thick perfume in the air, the clinking glasses, “…is not survival. This is you destroying yourself.”

Jake said. “Fuck, now I can unclench my butthole,” Weasel said. K-9, Viking, and Rebel burst out laughing next to Jake as he shook his head. “There’s something really wrong with him,” Jake said. Omen climbed onto a table and raised his beer in the air. “Listen up, everyone. If you want to own it, patch it, otherwise Wrath’s going to fuck it!” More laughter erupted around the room, and Jake’s shoulders shook as he laughed. Hands clapped his shoulders and back and before he knew it, things had returned to normal.

But underneath all of that was the sharper, unfinished ache Richard had left behind—the phantom press of his fingers, the low promise that he could ruin me deeper than his son ever would. I showered longer than necessary, scrubbing until my skin felt raw, as if I could wash both of them off me. It didn’t work. When I looked in the mirror, my lips were still slightly swollen and there was a fresh reddish mark high on the side of my neck that I couldn’t quite hide with my hair. I chose a high-neck sweater anyway.

shut the fuck up " Albert screamed and threw another silver knife in his mouth as the wolf died on spot. " " ahhhhhh YOU BLOODY BASTER CAN'T EVEN KILL A FUCKING MAN " Albert scream as he took his gun and shot his men who were standing as his bodyguard. " Stop killing my men " Albert turned around with a red-eye. "you know what you are right I should not kill them I should kill you," Albert said and fired his gun at Rean. Rean immediately dodged the bullet and pinned Albert on the ground . " don't you dare do that or you know the conscious "

I could show them what true power looked like and what it felt like to face something unstoppable. I imagined the chaos I could unleash—the fire and ruin that would follow in my wake. Walls crumbling to dust, bodies falling to the ground, the air thick with smoke, and the smell of burning flesh. I could tear this place apart, rip it down to its very foundations, and not stop there. I could keep going. Wreck the Earth itself for all the wrongs it had done to me.

It sets you free. She prayed she and Beau and her siblings and friends stayed happy and loving in their relationships. They had been through a lot together. They broke each other yes, but they fixed those cracks with gold and it was beautiful. There was wonder in destructionand they had each other to get through the rubble of brokenness. *BREAKING YOU* *ThE end*

Another fucking disaster. The Floral shirt I wore was already torn in several places. It was a mess. My shorts were still in one piece but the sand had found its way to some very awkward places. I'd bet half my life there was sand in my ass. I dusted the sand on my short blonde hair on impulse. There was sand everywhere. The sand wasn't the most annoying part. My phone was in my pocket and bringing it out revealed a nasty break across the screen. It was dead. I tossed it angrily at the open sea aiming for nothing in particular. The sound of the device hitting the water was muffled away by the waves.

This was the last thing in my room at the pack house that was not damaged. Winter had come and gone. Even so, my fill was unsatisfied. At this rate, I was certain to completely wreck the entire pack house. Searching in the room for something else to smash, but everything was already demolished. Can I blow up something? Or can I simply end this damnable world? My rage will not subdue and it was rotating within me to develop into a full-fledged tropical cyclone.