Wreaking Havoc Novels & Stories

The sound of shattering glass filled the air as she hurled vases against the wall. Her wardrobe was next, she ripped her clothes from their places and threw them away, and a primal scream tore from her mouth. The sound waves resonated through the hallway. Papers flew off her desk, scattered pages fluttering like wounded birds. Her bedspread was yanked off, revealing the rumpled sheets beneath. Sasha's rampage continued, fueled by rage. She overturned her dresser, sending makeup and jewelry crashing to the floor. The room, once a sanctuary, was now a war zone.

Though it was just one punch, Hamilton felt as if the weight of the heavens bore down on him, crushing everything in its wake. Whoosh! The wind howled as the destructive force swept through, shattering everything in its path. The world seemed to be on the brink of total collapse, a sight as terrifying as it was catastrophic. Boom! The heavens trembled as if the entire sky was tearing apart. The scene defied imagination, overwhelming in its sheer intensity. Boom, boom, boom! Relentless shockwaves surged through the air, shaking the entire world. It was impossible to fathom the magnitude of what was unfolding.

Al said, and I smirked. "You gave all those unseen people a voice..." he said, and I smiled. "What are you saying? Are you implying I am opinionated?" I smirked, and he laughed. "Only a little..." he said, pecking my lips. But I love that about you... my perfect storm... the one that creates havoc and, like a hurricane, comes and devastates everything, and in the end, allows us to rebuild on firmer ground, growing stronger," he said, and I bit my lower lip.

So far, the only things that had touched it were shower gel and makeup. I stared at my reflection for a long moment, and for once, my parents weren't exaggerating, I looked awful. Not just tired—wrecked. Like someone had hollowed me out from the inside and left the shell standing. The break hadn't even properly begun, and it was already tearing through me like rot under paint. It made me sick how badly it was affecting me. I couldn't function without Hunter. Couldn't sleep without him. Couldn't even seem to look like myself without him.

Oblivious to how everything will turn upside down because of an uninvited guest as I never tend to remember everything that I do when I wake up with a bad hangover. As we went inside and walked through the long hallway, the loud and deafening sound of music entered my ears. I'm definitely going to be wasted tonight and busted tomorrow.

He sat entirely frozen in the eye of the hurricane, his heart hammering a wild, dangerous rhythm against his ribs as he stared at his master. The masks were officially off, the corporate war had turned into a bloodbath, and Elias Hawthorne knew, with absolute terror, that he had already lost.

To keep busy, but his intense eyes remained on her, watched her like a hawk. She felt terrible. The last thing she wanted to do was hurt him, but she had to tell him so he wouldn't keep hoping. "I don't think I'm ready for another relationship just yet. I don't know if I will ever be. What happened with Jeremy.... It was a lot to take. And asking you to wait for me or leading you on would be the wrong thing to do. Friends don't do that to each other, and that what we should be... Friends. We have something amazing going on. We might ruin it if we try to make it something more. And I can't stand the thought of losing you... Or Audrey. I really hope you understand"

pleaded. "It served you," Trix asked truly vexed. As if a cool sound effect, lightning struck again. "You are supposed to be serving it. And the rest off you putting up with his bullshit! You are all monsters," she continued, the thunder following her closely. At her last statement though lightning seemed to hit the building and all the windows blew open. Trix grabbed her now clean bag and walked off in the direction of the front door, ignoring the pleas and screams that echoed behind as she walked in some weird way, she liked it.

But with each passing day, the conflict had only escalated, leaving destruction and despair in its wake. The rebels had waged a relentless campaign of destruction, targeting the very foundations of the city's infrastructure and leaving its people to suffer the consequences. Hospitals lay in ruins, schools shuttered, and basic services a distant memory. The once-thriving metropolis had been reduced to a shell of its former self, its streets haunted by the specter of violence and fear.

It wasn’t Chiara’s voice I heard anymore. It was another in my head— small, bright, innocent. A child’s laughter as she stretched a hand to me so I could lift her into my shoulders. Stumbling like the blind,I made it quickly enough out of room and into the bathroom sink to throw up.After retching to my heart's content .I washed my hands . My reflection in the mirror caught my attention, I gripped the porcelain until my knuckles went white. I desperately wanted to break something so I settled for smashing the mirror in with a fist.