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Strength of Chaos

°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° Amidst the shadows that stretch beyond the precipice, a realm of unspoken desires and unrevealed pains beckons. It is a domain where the harbinger of sorrow and pain, a specter of darkness, casts its haunting silhouette. From within this abyss emerges a vow—an oath that cuts through the veil of obscurity. "Justice shall be my mantle," the whisper echoes, the promise etched with determination. In these hands, a power takes root, heedless of the chaos it sows in its unrelenting path. As the abyss gazes back, the abyss of vengeance, a choice is made—a choice to wield the forces that lie within, regardless of the tumult it unfurls. And so, within the tapestry of darkness, a narrative unfolds, where justice and chaos entwine, and the enigmatic journey of the "Strength of Chaos" takes shape. --- Hey there, So, guess what? This is my first-ever book, 'Strength of Chaos,' and I'm stoked to share it with you. Just wanted to give you a heads-up – it might start off a bit slow. But hey, I promise you this: stick around, and you'll see the story pick up pace, the plot twist and turn, and my writing groove get seriously dialed in. So grab a comfy seat, maybe a cup of something warm, and let's dive into the world of Chaos together (Most of it though hehe). Your patience and excitement mean the world to me. Catch you on the flip side, [Golden_Essence]

Golden_Essence · Urban
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Trepidation

In a dimly lit room, where shadows dance along the walls, casting an air of intimacy. Miss Thompson awakens slowly, her eyes fluttering open as her gaze fixates on the ceiling above. Her mind becomes a chaotic jumble of thoughts, emotions swirling within her like a tempestuous storm.

Her brows furrow slightly, creating a crease on her forehead, revealing the depth of her contemplation. The room is filled with a charged silence, broken only by the soft, rhythmic sound of Angel's tranquil breathing, filling the air with an unspoken vulnerability.

Reluctantly, Miss Thompson turns her gaze towards the side, where Angel lies peacefully, her body wrapped in the sheets like a cocoon. Her breathing, slow and steady, harmonizes with the hushed melody of the room, painting an image of serenity.