A Beautiful Mess Books Novels & Stories

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Atticus Two Months Later The hum of the engine is low, a steady rhythm beneath us, blending with the soft slap of waves against the boat. The salt in the air clings to my skin, mixing with the sweetness of her scent. Beatrice sits in my lap, her back pressed against my chest, her hair whipping in the breeze. The sun hangs low on the horizon, turning the sky into golds and pinks. She tilts her head, letting the dying light touch her face, and I swear I've never seen anything more beautiful.

Even though I felt angry at Alice for keeping the card, I couldn't deny there was a part of me that wanted to reread what he had written, and I could feel the knots in my stomach and my anger toward Ashton as I reread his message. My Dearest Megan, You will always be beautiful in my eyes like these flowers. It was lovely to see you again, Meg. Have a nice day! Forever yours, Ashton I know I am crazy because I can feel my mouth wanting to smile as I reread his message repeatedly. They were only simple words, yet I can't deny my weak heart flutters with excitement. And I know I need to remind myself that he turned my world upside down, and I need my mind to control my heart because there is no

I yelled harshly, my hands unconsciously hitting the table and I could see both Mr Badmus and Tobi's surprised expressions. "So as I was saying, Miss Amarachi overdosed on abortion pills and that was what drove her to the hospital, not food poisoning but in order to cover it up and also make good money from her condition, she paid a doctor to forge a report stating she suffered from food poisoning and then had the brilliant idea to blame the hotel for it. Am l lying?" I asked. If you're thinking the way I spoke is unconventional then you must not know me. Everyone knows I can sometimes be unconventional when I come across difficult people like her.

I turn to find a girl with a perfect blonde ponytail and a genuine smile hurrying toward me. “I’m Annabel! Your dad arranged for me to show you around.” “ Oh! He did?” She links her arm through mine like we’re already friends, and something in my chest loosens slightly. “Don’t look so terrified. I know Belmont seems intimidating, but most people here are really nice. Come on, let me give you the tour.” She chatters as we walk, pointing out buildings. Everything is pristine, expensive and overwhelming. “Your schedule is pretty standard,” Annabel says, pulling out a paper. “AP Lit, French… oh, and you’re in my AP Lit class! That’s perfect. Mr. Harrison is tough but fair.”

Tell me this doesn’t look like what it looks like… “You’re absolutely right,” Ren replied with a bright smile. This crown prince…is such a messy guy… “Has anyone ever told you that your workroom is a mess?” I asked. The pile of books that Ren had pointed towards wasn’t the only pile in the room and don’t let me get started on the other mess in the room. There was paper randomly scattered all around on the floor. Piles of books stacked so high that the pile was taller than my head. Some piles must have been there for ages because they have tipped over.

My beautiful, beautiful girl. Isla had been sent from the heavens. Perfect in every way. Perhaps they had called her back… needed her for better things… that is what I keep telling myself. That she was not able to stay long upon our earth because the heavens needed their angel back… yet she had touched my heart and my soul… and now I was forever broken, now that she was gone. And try as I may, I could not find a way to move on. It felt like a losing battle at times. When at work I was fine. It was the times I was alone… at night when my thoughts had time to wander, the mist grew out of control and the darkness became more powerful.

I paid for it at the counter and the cashier wrapped it in a recycled paper bag with the brand of their store. "Hehehe, I have a lot to read." Misha came to me smiling and carrying the new sets of W*****d-published books that I didn't hesitate to look at whatever they were. For sure, gangsters are the theme again. "You know, if there is an award for the most W*****d books, you will probably win, your library is all W*****d," I promise here. This is also abnormal, did he put his encyclopedias in the warehouse and then replace them with useless books?

I say blandly as I stare at him, my brain scrambling for things to say as Mercer leans one shoulder lightly against the counter watching me wander through the space like he’s enjoying the sight more than he should. “What exactly were you expecting?”He asks. “I don’t know, Something aggressively masculine? Maybe a giant TV playing ESPN twenty four seven.”I say laughing as I admit honestly. “That sounds awful.”He says cheekily. “It really does.”I whisper as I move toward the bookshelf next, curiosity immediately winning over my self-preservation instincts. And the thing is the books are actually organized, not just randomly either which means they weren’t placed there for decoration. There are

He shook her from his mind and pushed open the doors to the study. The rug-lined room was bigger than B’s above-garage apartment. Floor to ceiling bookshelves dampened any noise B might made in his whiskey search. There didn’t seem to be a single inch of space on any one of the shelves. Books of all colors, textures, and sizes were packed together. In front of the book spines sat hundreds of little treasures–seashells, pocket watches, glass figurines, and carvings of creatures. So many creatures. B let his fingers drift over the book spines: The Picture of Dorian Gray. The Catcher in the Rye. The Odyssey. Brave New World. The Call of the Wild. White Noise. So many stories he’d never read and