Beautiful Bones Novels & Stories

I'm a mother and I just want what's best for my child. As for the bleeding. He bled due to heat. Aside from his allergy, he also get nosebleed because of too much heat. They were in an open place that time, a park to be exact. And they forget to bring an umbrella so they walked in the ,middle of the day and it is so hot that time. I don't blame Dulce and Alvin, well, kind of.

Two-toned black and silver hair styled in an asymmetrical lob now replaced her former jet-black, waist length hair and although she didn't have any earrings in this morning, she was sure her lobe, conch and helix piercings were conspicuous against the skin of her ears. However, other than those generic features, Joslyn knew what else he referred to—what else he saw. She was aware of the dark circles marring the skin beneath her eyes, aware of the tiny veins mapping the tender flesh there; she was aware of her collarbones peeking over the collar of the oversized shirt she wore, which only contributed to making her seem like she was about to disappear inside it. Lastly, she was aware of her sh

The ghost smile returns and I find myself slowly giving him one of my own. "Alright well. . . My name is Loa Vera-" "Your name is strange." He comments and I chuckle. "I take no offense to that, I like it. Kinda like Aloe Vera." "It's bitter." He raises an eyebrow at me and I nod. "But has healing properties, and it's also known for numerous things like curing acne, soothing cuts, and burns." He nods approvingly, "Continue." "I'm 17, I uh . . . what else?"

"But catching a falling oak mass with a single, extended limb? That’s bone density. That’s a calcification level that shouldn't exist in nature." "I am just a healthy woman, Señor Julian," I said, backing away toward the door. "Good soup. Lots of walking." "I’d love to see an X-ray of your radius and ulna," Julian mused, his eyes wide behind his spectacles. He looked like a man who had just discovered a new element. "The way the force was distributed through your shoulder... your deltoid didn't even twitch. It’s like you’re made of reinforced concrete." "I must go check the children! The soup! The laundry!" I blurted out, turning on my heel and shuffling out of the library as fast as my skir

Cassandra whispered so slowly in a hoarse voice. “That bracelet was a gift for his 7th birthday and he had never taken it off” she sobbed even more as the gold bracelet stood out shining within the skeleton. “It's okay come with me, take the sample, and prepare the corps,” Carlon ordered before walking away with Cassandra. It was not his plan to bring her along, exhuming bodies was a new thing to him but it was her first time, and not only was she new to this but she was close to the victim which made it even more difficult for her.

Zara whisper back. Her doppelganger smiled at her and it was scaring her. Just as the story goes when she was a child, hair the colour of night, deep red eyes no different than blood with red rose lips. Her skin was like hers, white but hers look more like a corpse than alive yet her presence was somehow comforting. Akhillar “I feel your pain. You suffer too much.” Zara shook her head. “Not enough to call out to you.” “Tis’ what you tell yourself but you know it’s not true.”

VANESSA I glance over at Callum as he drives, the shadows dancing ominously across his profile. He really is beautiful. His face is seared into my memory, but I still get caught up in looking at him sometimes, admiring his sharp jawline and impeccable bone structure. The symmetry of his features is almost too perfect to be real- like he was cut from stone, some sculptor’s fantasy brought to life.

She could see the faint streaks of the sunset, but it was mostly facing the other side, so she could only see the remnant of colours. Zane's eyes lowered and came to a slow focus on the redhead in the house next to his, his brows immediately furrowing. "Jasmine?" He said, catching her attention. She raised her head, and her lips parted as she caught sight of him. His hair was damp, and fell teasingly on his shoulders, his body, the body she had fantasized about seeing all of, was now gloriously in front of her. His toned stomach that delved and dipped into six beautiful packs, then became smaller at his waist. The tattoo that extended to his shoulder blade.

“Although, I think you are right. Go with the jeans.” “Really?” “Yeah. And top it up with those white pair of sneakers you have.” “You think that’s good?” “Yes, definitely.” “Thanks. You are such a life saver,” Natasha gushed. She waits for Mina to leave the room before hurrying to dress in the jeans and crop top. She rushes to her shoe rack, pick the white sneakers Mina mentioned and quickly slipped it on. She hurries towards her drawer to pick a pair of earrings and a necklace.

I shrug. There’s something that the three years of sleepless nights on the itchy mattress of my six-by-eight room have helped me conclude; every pain and every pleasure in life is necessary. It has shaped me to become the man I am today. I am not the best but, I am not the worst either. There is beauty in being battered and being battered is what makes everyone beautiful. “Want to talk about Celeste?” Dr. Sean Evans, the fifty-five-year-old psychologist, smirks like a teenage girl eager to gossip with his best friend.