Beautiful Diaster Novels & Stories

He hastily threw the stick and stood up with a smile to welcome his beautiful family. Denzel smiled as soon as he saw him waiting for him. The girls were happy too to see their Dada at home. He rushed to pick them up but the next moment the girls were making grabby hands for Denzel to hold them. Denzel looked at him with really shocked eyes. Nattarika and Nattarine rejecting Cyrus??? Cyrus had the hurt expressions in his crescent eyes. Though he couldn’t blame the girls but it never happened. It would usually be Denzel sulking pouting that Cyrus stole the girls but what happened today? He felt a pang in his heart.

"Practising meditation already? This job must be harder than I thought." I startled, spinning around to face Desiree, who chuckled at my wide-eyed expression. "Relax," she teased, "you look like you've been caught doing something illicit." "I didn't hear you come in," I replied, turning back to the windows. "And no, just appreciating the view." She joins me, a little shorter but every inch my equal. "The view is exquisite, isn't it? All those ants scurrying about, utterly oblivious to the true architects of their lives."

Then she looked at Alexander. “And everything you feel too.” Alexander’s breathing shattered. “Then you know I can’t lose you.” Lena smiled sadly. “That’s why I can’t let either of you fight this part.” The blue light intensified— rising from her chest like fire— expanding until the entire laboratory glowed sky-blue. The Helion Units screamed as their circuits fried. The beast’s body dissolved into sparks. The walls cracked open. Kass screamed over the chaos: “YOU’LL DESTROY YOURSELF, LENAAAAA—!!”

It was then that snowflakes slowly began to fall around us, landing on Leia's hair and dotting it with soft, white specks, and on her eyelashes, which somehow made her impossible more breathtaking. "You have no idea for how long I've been waiting for you, bastard," she said softly, her beautiful blue eyes quite literally stealing my breath away. I gave her a smile. A real, genuine smile that I hadn't given to anyone in God knows how long. She smiled back, that beautiful, breath-taking smile that I loved so much, and brought her lips back to mine. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close as I returned the kiss, letting her scent envelope me, clouding and tainting my senses until all I

method. Well if someone's gonna asks me if I can harm someone, of course I can. I'm not as divine as Moliana. I'm both. Some people say that my ethereal beauty can deceive someone, and I guess they are right. But some people say that my vile temper and me being monstrous and violent especially to those people who hurt me, of course.

Catalina was overwhelmed with Stefan words, it was evident from her teary eyes, she clutched Stefan hand and nodded her in agreement…. Stefan placed a gentle kiss on her hand before standing up and turning to me “Lets go” I nodded and turned to Catalina “Although you don’t know anything about me, I can tell you this one thing that….we share similar pain… I know it’s wrong for me to say this but… things will change for better…until then take care of yourself…” I said in calm tone and Catalina looked at me with eyes as if she was looking through my soul “After so many years…. You two came asking about that monster…. I.. I don’t know why and what is going on here, but I can only warn you to be

She closed the door behind her and broke down into hysterical sobs. The fragments of her traumatic past kept flashing in front of her eyes. The past that had scarred her not only mentally but physically too. Dante's tender gaze had made her forget just how ugly she was. For a while, she forgot she was no longer a beautiful woman but a mere ruin of her former self. He looked at her as if she was an angel with no flaws, no scars. When in reality, her body was marred with hideous scars that were going to stay as long as she lived. No. She didn't want him to know what a monster she was under her clothes. He would never want her again if he found out just how damaged she was.

Tristan snapped. “Yes,” Damian answered simply, as if stating a fact of nature. He walked toward me, heavy boots crushing leaves beneath him, stopping so close I could smell the metallic tang of blood on him. His hand lifted, fingers brushing my cheek and sliding into my hair. His touch felt like poison—cold and violating—and I jerked my face away. He only smirked. “She is truly beautiful… but the most remarkable thing about her isn’t her face or her perfect body” he said, tone darkening, “but her blood. Just like her mother’s.”

I saw Conrad being beheaded ansi screamed My chest tightened painfully. “No” I turned to the other side and there were more destruction and more death. And in the middle of it all Bastian was standing untouched and smiling. “No…” I whispered again. “This is one possible future,” the Moon Goddess said calmly behind me. “One?” I snapped, turning to her. “This isn’t possible this is a massacre!” “It is war.” “No, this is slaughter!” She didn’t argue i turned back and saw more cities burning. Creatures wolves, witches, others I didn’t even recognize were falling under something unstoppable ans darkness was destroying everything.

It's worse than any broken bone I've ever had. I drop onto the edge of my bed, chest still heaving. My hand is stained red, knuckles torn and raw, but the only thing that burns more than the sting of broken skin is the image seared behind my fucking eyes. Beatrice. That long, straight, brown hair. The kind of hair I ache to tangle around my fist and pull until she whimpers. The way it framed her delicate face. Those big, soft, honey brown eyes wide with want. And her mouth. That perfect fucking mouth. Lips parted to let out those shaky little breaths I felt ghost across my skin. The way she surrendered beneath me—unsure, unsteady, and sweet enough to drive me insane.