Novel & Cerita Wreaking Havoc

"Damn it!" Jared’s roar thundered through the grand halls of the Alpha Palace, shaking the silence like a storm crashing against the shore. With a furious snarl, he hurled his glass of whiskey against the marble wall. The crystal shattered on impact, shards scattering across the polished floor, amber liquid dripping down like blood from a fresh wound.

My hand twitched around the broken glass and before I could think, I turned and slammed my fist into the wall. Pain exploded up my arm, but it barely scratched the surface of the rage boiling under my skin. Blood smeared the paint, dripping lazily from my knuckles. I stared at it for a second, watching it fall, slow and steady. “I’ll ruin it all,” I muttered under my breath, voice ragged. “Him. Her. Their happiness. I'll have to do something to destroy them.”

I don’t know how to answer when I don’t even know what happened. I tried recollecting back to the events at the restaurant before I started crying more. Someone wants us to be apart, that's for sure. “Fuck shit!” he shouted and threw whatever was in hands. The pieces immediately broke scattering everywhere. I don't want to open my eyes. Please... It's just a nightmare right? Please. Daevon continued to scream, curse and throw whatever he found at the place while on the other hand, I only continued to cry; not wanting to look at him.

Instead, they turned my house upside down. They swung their bats at everything they could reach. The sound of breaking glass and crashing furniture filled the air. The TV shattered into pieces, the screen cracking before falling to the floor. The coffee table was broken in half, the wood splintering under the force of their swings. Plates and glasses crashed to the floor, shards scattering everywhere. Even my favorite vase was smashed, the beautiful ceramic pieces lying in ruins. I stood still, frozen, my body trembling with fear and anger. They didn’t hit me, but their destruction hurt just as much. It was like they were breaking me piece by piece, tearing apart my home and my heart.

Because there it was. My car. Or what used to be my car. Now it looked like a crime scene. Red spray paint screamed across the sides and windshield, all caps and venom and hate. “SLUT.” “WHORE.” “HOPE HE WAS WORTH IT.” I couldn’t move. Couldn’t blink. My chest rose in jagged little gasps that didn’t feel like breathing. People were filming. Filming. Phones raised. Fingers pointing. I lifted a trembling hand to my forehead, pressing hard—like if I could just push down hard enough, I’d stop myself from unraveling in front of everyone.

The sound of shattering glass filled the air, punctuated by his anguished screams. He threw a lamp against the wall, its shade crumpling like paper as it crashed to the ground. The TV remote control shattered into fragments as it hit the floor, and the coffee table's surface cracked with a loud crack. Every delicate ornament, every decorative item, every piece of furniture – all were smashed, broken, and destroyed. His screams echoed off the walls, a raw, animalistic wail that seemed to shake the very foundations of the room. Tears streamed down his face as he rampaged, his anger and pain pouring out in a torrent of destruction.

, he says as he stomps up the stairs. After everything is said and done, I feel like the biggest piece of shit! Loyalty had no experience, of course, she didn’t know any better about not getting pregnant. Then again, would having a baby with her be so bad? What am I so afraid of… Repeating what my father did to my mother? I fucked up, and I cheated on her even though I was piss-drunk. I would never lay my hands on my baby girl… But I broke her with my words, and shattered her further with my actions, which is far worse than what my father ever did to my mother!

“It’s like, the cheeriest, happiest, friendliest—” “Annoyingest—” “Most annoying,” I correct her. “Like you.” She smirks, pointing a finger at me. “Annoyingest time of year.” I faux-gasp, placing a hand over my gaping mouth. “Sinful!” “Oh, shut up! Everyone is running around pretending to like each other, pretending to be cheery, pretending they don’t all want to kill each other over politics and religion every five seconds—”

I will watch from the walls as they both burn, but most of all I will watch both Aldous and Robert themselves burn until there isn't even a fucking bone left! Yes despite the love, despite having rediscovered a reason to live. He wouldn't stray from this path. 'I am Havoc. I am Death. I am Destruction. I will wipe those cities from the face of the planet.' As the thought of what it was that pushed himself forward he turned to the one solution that may pull Andrea from her rut.

Chaos, havoc, confusion, commotion turmoil, unrest, mayhem, disarray, disorderliness. No matter the word used, the theory of chaos states that everything that happens in a particular moment is an accumulation of things that's come before that time, things as little as the flapping of the butterfly's wings could cause a tsunami across the world. Bad governance and negligence of the needs and welfare of a society would definitely lead to chaos, and with chaos comes pain, violence, and irreversible societal rot. When good values are not encouraged in a society, or encouraged under pretence, then the bad ones would become popular.