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20 “Meeting Chaos”
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The Tale Not Old As Time 21 “Wedding”
Twenty-OneThe day was bathed in bright sunlight, casting a warm glow over the attendees as everyone had doubted this wedding, but it was still happening after all. The women were elegantly dressed in long gowns, while the men exuded sophistication in their tailored suits and ties. The overall atmosphere was one of refinement and opulence.As the church doors swung open, Florence stood at the entrance, her presence captivating the attention of the photographers and wedding guests. She was a vision in a breathtaking wedding gown adorned with a flowing train and a stunning veil embellished with hand-sewn Swarovski crystals. At the end of the aisle, her soon-to-be husband awaited her with anticipation, but his anticipation was because of the fame that he was going to get.Florence was the epitome of bridal beauty, captivating the attention of every wedding guest. Her hair was styled in an elegant updo, while her makeup was flawlessly applied. Both her hair and makeup were the work of ski
Last Updated : 2024-11-06The Tale Not Old As Time 22 “Purely Transactional”
Twenty-TwoAlmost a year had passed since their contractual marriage, Florence and Heath continued to reside under the same roof, yet their lives remained largely separate. Florence occupied her own bedroom which was downstairs in his flat, while Heath slept in his private quarters which was on the second floor. Despite their shared living space, their relationship was far from intimate. Their relationship is devoid of intimacy and affection. Heath would leave for work each day, returning home without acknowledging Florence’s presence. Their living arrangement was purely transactional, lacking any genuine emotional connection. They barely even talk with each other. While Heath was focused on his career and social standing, Florence was dedicated to her studies and maintaining their household. Their lives intersected only in the most basic and superficial ways, as they share a living space but rarely engage in meaningful conversation or interaction.Their coexistence was a purely prac
Last Updated : 2024-11-07The Tale Not Old As Time 23 “The Email”
Twenty-Three“Chaos.” She muttered as she stared and scrutinized at the calling card intently before adding, “Who would name themselves as Chaos in a calling card? It is like a walking mass of destruction.” Her gaze lingered on the phone number printed on the calling card. Despite her hesitation, she decided to contact the person named Chaos using the provided email address.She grabbed her outdated laptop and began typing her email:From: florenceemry@gmail.comTo: eosb_zchaos@gmail.comSubject: Permission To Conduct Interview For College ProjectTo Whom It May Concern,I hope this email finds you well.My name is Florence Emry and I am a senior journalism student at the Abbey Springfield University. I found it absolutely absurd but I found your calling card in my phone case and I have no idea how long it has been in there but I just found it earlier so I am reaching out to you respectfully. I am currently working on a research project for my journalism class, and I would be honored
Last Updated : 2024-11-09The Tale Not Old As Time 24 “Luxury”
Twenty-FourThe whole space was filled with custom-made furniture, each piece a work of art in itself and expensive as it had been there since his father’s time as previous CEO of this entire company. A massive mahogany desk dominated the center of the room, its surface littered with stacks of documents and high-end electronic gadgets. Behind the desk, a floor-to-ceiling window offered a stunning panoramic view of the city. The blinds were often drawn, shrouding the office in a sense of privacy and exclusivity whenever he needed to.The office was also filled with personal touches that reflected Chaos’ interests and personality. Furnished bookshelves lined the walls, filled with a diverse collection of literature which he loved reading. A large, ornate clock adorned the wall, ticking away the hours with a sense of timeless elegance. A few pieces of modern art were scattered throughout the room, adding a touch of contemporary flair to the traditional decor. Overall, his office was a re
Last Updated : 2024-11-09The Tale Not Old As Time 25 “The Vast Empire”
Twenty-Five From: florenceemry@gmail.com To: eosb_zchaos@gmail.com Subject: Permission To Conduct Interview For College ProjectThank you so much for your prompt reply and for agreeing to an interview. I am truly grateful for your willingness to share your insights and experiences. I am available for an interview at one o’clock today. I am looking forward to the opportunity to speak with you and gain valuable knowledge from your expertise.Thank you again for your time and consideration.Respectfully, Florence EmryFlorence was completely unaware that she was communicating with the CEO of the renowned Empire of Spencer & Battenkurt. Chaos was diligently clearing his schedule to accommodate her interview for the rest of his afternoon even if it was packed with meetings for the new investors and so on, but he was going to clear them all for her. He knew that it was her and had been eagerly anticipating this moment for nearly a year, and here it was. It was actually happening now. H
Last Updated : 2024-11-09The Tale Not Old As Time 26 “Frustration”
Twenty-SixFlorence pulled out her earphones and her faulty ancient mini iPod shuffle that got from a bargain after it was on sale due to it being a bit defective, trying to calm herself as she was still sitting in the waiting area of the whole glorious and grandeur global corporation. Even though she was partially deaf on her right ear, she made sure she maintained a low volume to ease the pain and discomfort from the loud volume. Though she was deaf on her left ear, she was still putting the earphones on to let herself feel the beat from the bass of the music.Clara Schumann, her favorite, most favorite pianist. Clara had been totally renowned for her absolute brilliance, a wide range of emotions from passionate and fiery to introspective and melancholic, and Romantic expressiveness on the pieces she made to perfection. She was absolutely a virtuoso pianist in her own right, and her compositions reflect her completely exceptional skill and understanding of the instrument that she lo
Last Updated : 2024-11-09The Tale Not Old As Time 27 “Vivid”
Twenty-SevenThe anger, frustration, and worry that had clouded his eyes for so long began to dissipate almost too immediately as it was completely replaced by a newfound tenderness. His body, which had previously been frozen in a state of anxiety, sprang into action as he rushed towards a sight that had once seemed unimaginable, was now finally imaginable. His legs moved with a newfound urgency, their pace gradually quickening as he raced towards the person he had been so concerned about. He knew that hearing aid even from afar.Celine rose from her seat, her eyes wide with surprise as she witnessed her boss sprinting through the lobby. This was a stark violation of the company’s strict policy against running, no matter how late employees might be for their shifts. The sight of her boss breaking this rule was both unexpected and unsettling, leaving Celine to wonder about the urgency of the situation that had prompted such a departure from the usual protocol.Right before Celine was g
Last Updated : 2024-11-09The Tale Not Old As Time 28 “The Emperor In His Empire”
Twenty-EightChaos stood in front of his wondrous desk, trying to cover his wooden desk plaque which had his name Zacchaeus Spencer Batternkurt with gold font color in cursive font as if he was embarrassed if she would find out his real name and his real status, even if it was obvious who he was since they were on the top floor of the whole building and in this lavish and grand looking office.Florence muttered curses under her breath, the truth of her lie finally laid bare. Chaos had known all along that she could not speak since the first time they had met with each other from that drunken night when she was in the rainy street crying on her knees, but what truly bewildered her was his unexpected proficiency in sign language.She blinked at him, “I know I have some explaining to do since I could speak, but… You… You can sign?”Chaos calmly answered, “I studied.”Florence blinked her eyes at him as she was about to say something more, he politely added, “We can talk about those thing
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The Tale Not Old As Time 94 “A Knot Of Emotions”
Ninety-FourChaos understood the potential for misinterpretation, that his words might come across as insensitive or even insulting towards Florence. But honesty felt paramount. He yearned for her to see the true depth of his love, to understand the complexities of his emotions, despite the challenging circumstances.“I… I do not know what to say. I need some time. I need to think.” Her voice trailed off as she looked away, unable to meet his gaze. She slowly turned away from him, avoiding eye contact. Her shoulders slumped, and she appeared small and withdrawn in front of him and he hated himself for it. She felt a knot of emotions twisting in her stomach – hurt, confusion, and a deep sense of uncertainty.“You did hurt me,” she whispered, tears welling up in her eyes. “You lied to me, built our relationship on a lie.”“It was not a lie. It was never built on a lie.” He insisted, not wanting her to think that he lied to her. “How can you call that honesty when you kept such a cruci
The Tale Not Old As Time 93 “Cuts Deep”
Ninety-Three“Did you really love me for me?” Florence whispered, her voice trembling, tears welling up in her eyes. “Or... or did you only love me because I have her heart?”Florence’s question cuts deep. It exposed the very core of his fear – that she would ever question and think that his love for her was not genuine, that it was tainted by his connection to Theresa. He was terrified of losing her trust and hurting her further.Seeing Florence cry, feeling her pain and confusion, was excruciating. He hated that he was the cause of her distress right now. He wishes he could take it all back, erase the doubts that plague her.He paused and thought about her question deeply, he had always asked himself that question. But, at that moment, he started to question his own motives. Did he truly fall in love with Florence for who she was, or was it a subconscious projection of his love for Theresa onto her? This doubt gnawed at him, leaving him feeling insecure and unworthy of her love.A
The Tale Not Old As Time 92 “Beyond Repair”
Ninety-Two“You had a child?” Florence whispered, her voice trembling. The question hung heavy in the air, a mixture of disbelief and shock. Chaos nodded his head. “With her?” She asked softly, in more shock.Chaos nodded his head.The silence that followed was still deafening. Florence felt a wave of dizziness wash over her, the world tilting on its axis. She had trusted him, believed in their love story, only to discover that he had built their relationship on a foundation of half-truths. The ground beneath her felt unsteady, the world tilting on its axis.The revelation hit her like a physical blow, leaving her breathless and disoriented. She had trusted him, believed in their love story, only to discover that he had built their relationship on a foundation of half-truths. The ground beneath her felt unsteady, the world tilting on its axis.She looked at him, her eyes searching his face for any sign of sincerity, but all she saw was regret and remorse. The pain of betrayal, shar
The Tale Not Old As Time 91 “Echo”
Ninety-OneFlorence felt a wave of dizziness wash over her. “Theresa… was…” she whispered, the name echoing in her mind as his words echoed louder in the back of her head. Chaos took a deep breath, his eyes fixed on the floor. “Theresa is no longer in the picture, okay?” he confessed, his voice barely a whisper. “And I want you to trust me on this. I am not lying to you, and I never would.”Florence felt a strange mix of emotions – anger, hurt, and a strange sense of detachment since she had known that Theresa had possibly happened before she had met Chaos. The world seemed to tilt on its axis. She had never imagined this, never considered the possibility that there could be another woman, another love, in his past which was something that was so random and so out of the blue. The revelation hit her like a physical blow, leaving her breathless and disoriented. She had trusted him that they would not have any secrets with each other after everything she had told him about herself. Sh
The Tale Not Old As Time 90 “Mere Mention”
Ninety“Who is Theresa?” Florence asked, her voice barely a whisper. Confusion, jealousy, and anger swirled within her. She did not know who this Theresa was, but the mere mention of her name ignited a fire within her. She had trusted Chaos, believed in him, but only to be betrayed and only to be led to confusion and anger. The realization was a bitter pill to swallow. Chaos exchanged a tense glance with Kamilla, a silent and angry warning. He had explicitly told her not to mention Theresa’s name, not under any circumstances since they had made a vow not to do so. Her defiance, her disregard for his wishes, filled him with a mixture of anger and frustration. Florence blinked back tears, her voice barely a whisper. “Who is Theresa?” she asked again, her heart heavy with a mix of hurt and betrayal.The room fell silent.Chaos, mid-sentence, froze, his eyes widening in shock as they met Florence’s gaze. His jaw dropped slightly, his mind struggling to process the sight before him. Flo
The Tale Not Old As Time 89 “Suspicion To Foundation”
Eighty-NineThe morning sun streamed through the window, casting a warm glow over the room. Florence stirred, her eyes fluttering open slowly as her body felt sore but she did not mind it. A smile slowly crept on her face, as she saw Chaos sleeping peacefully beside her, his arm draped protectively over her waist.She remembered the night before, the intimacy, the tenderness, the love. A blush crept up her cheeks as she recalled the way he looked at her, the way he made her feel. She felt safe, cherished, loved.She gently traced the lines of his face, her fingers lingering on his stubble. He stirred, his eyes fluttering open. He hummed sleepily, “Good morning,” he murmured, his voice husky with sleep.Florence smiled, her heart overflowing with happiness. “Good morning,” she replied, her voice soft.They lay there for a few moments, cuddling and snuggling lovingly as he was teasing her by peppering kisses on her cheeks and face which made her smile at how annoying and playful he was.
The Tale Not Old As Time 88 “Burning”
Eighty-EightChaos gently laid Florence down on the bed, his eyes drinking in her beauty. He could feel himself getting harder as he had been wanting this to happen for so long but he had always respected her choices and decisions. But right now, the soft glow of the bedside lamp cast a warm, inviting glow over her, highlighting her delicate features. Her skin, smooth and flawless, glistened in the dim light. Her eyes, usually filled with a mischievous spark, were now soft and dreamy, almost lustful, as it was a reflection of the love and passion that filled her heart.He traced her features with his eyes, lingering on her lips, her nose, her eyes. Each curve, each line, was a masterpiece, a work of art. He could not believe how lucky he was to have her, to love her, to be loved by her.“You are breathtaking,” he whispered, his voice filled with awe. “Absolutely breathtaking.”Florence smiled, her eyes sparkling with happiness and at the same time shyness. She knew that she was lucky
The Tale Not Old As Time 87 “City Lights Twinkling”
Eighty-Seven The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the city. Florence and Chaos were seated at a cozy table in a rooftop restaurant, the city lights twinkling below them. The soft music, the gentle breeze, and the romantic ambiance set the perfect stage for their first anniversary celebration.As they sipped on their drinks, their conversation flowed effortlessly. They reminisce about their journey together, the challenges they had overcome, and the love that had blossomed between them. They laughed, they smiled, and they dreamed, their hearts filled with gratitude and hope. “You are my guardian angel,” Florence whispered, tears welling up in her eyes. She thought back to the darkest days, the times when she felt lost and alone. And then she thought of Chaos, her rock, her savior. “Hey,” He cooed and cupped her face, “No tears.”She shook her head, a small smile playing on her lips. “You are the most amazing man I have ever known,” she answered softly. “And
The Tale Not Old As Time 86 “Hope”
Eighty-SixWith Chaos’ influence and resources, the investigation moved swiftly. One by one, the victims came forward, their testimonies painting a harrowing picture of Oscar’s depravity. The legal battle was arduous, a long and winding road filled with obstacles and setbacks. But Chaos, with his unwavering determination, pushed forward, ensuring that justice would prevail.The trial was a grueling ordeal, a public airing of the darkest secrets. The victims, brave and resilient, shared their harrowing experiences, their voices echoing through the courtroom. The pieces of evidence were overwhelming, the guilt undeniable.The judge read the verdict, “Oscar Heath Godric, you have been found guilty of multiple counts of sexual assault, rape, first degree murder, kidnapping, assault and battery, and drug posession and distribution. Your actions were heinous, despicable, and have caused immeasurable pain and suffering to your victims.”There was silence in the courtroom as it thickened mor
