Beautiful Diaster Novels & Stories

She screamed in pain as the wind barely covered her from the flames—it was as if both the wind and flame were playing with her slow-burn misery. "As a greater being, restoring your beauty will be an easy feat, right, dearest best friend?" Anastasia moaned from the pain. With her trembling hands, she touched her numbing cheeks only to scream when she saw her charred skin sticking to her fingertips. "Aaaah!" For someone as vain and arrogant as Anastasia, Diana Ritchell knew how Anastasia treasured her beauty that could move mountains and separate seas when used the right way. Although her newly repaired body was far from being ugly, being scorched was the worst for a vain person like her.

And as he looked towards the future, he hoped that someday, his family would find the strength to face their mistakes and rebuild what was lost. But for now, Celeb had to focus on his own healing and carve out a life where he could find solace and happiness, far away from the shadows of his past. *** Sunlight filters through the water, casting a mesmerizing glow on the inhabitants of the Parisian Aquarium, Katherine and Alexander walks alongside, there is a sense of bitter sweetness in the air as they navigate through the various tanks. Katherine watches in awe as vibrant fish swim gracefully, their colorful scales shimmering. She turns to Alexander, a fleeting smile tugging at her lips. “It

Astra's pov: I tried to dodge him. He was too quick. All I could do was turn around. Ugh! He got me. Blood gushed down my back. It hurt so bad. Blood! More blood now. It made me nauseous. Why was all this happening? I couldn't hold back my tears. What hurt me more than the wound on my back was all that was happening around me. Dad tried so hard to make us a peaceful pack. He died for it. Was it meaningless?

Every stroke, every touch, feels electrifying. Her moans and pants draw my attention to her beautiful face and my eyes roam the rest of her body. I notice how impressive she is- the perfect combination of strong and soft. Her shoulders are defined, but smooth when I kiss them. Her arms are muscular with faded scars, showing she has survived fights and battles. It’s at this very moment, that my faith in the Moon Goddess has been restored. For years, I have hated her and blamed her for everything that I have lost in my life. And now, I see the beauty of the Moon Goddess. Because only a goddess could create someone as extraordinary as Daya. “Darius…I’m gonna…I’m gonna.” She is riding my cock wi

"Tell me. what happened?" "He was attacked by some wild animal on his hiking trip..we are not sure what it is, but it's really bad and..." She pulled away, then cupped his cheek in her hands, her thumbs moving to wipe the tears away. "I am so sorry, Andrew. Don't cry. I am sure he will be fine." He swallowed, sniffing as he met her eyes. Looking at his reddened eyes only made her more worried, knowing how much of a jovial person he was.

Blade rested on his waist getting ready for any attack towards them. Dante’s face was filled with shocked. The girl who haunted his dream is in front of him. How could this be? Dante heard of what happen years ago. She was dead. Killed for planning to murder the Sviatoslavich family and all her people is now extinct. It broke his heart knowing the once bright and beautiful girl who had his heart after a dance went wrong now stood across the room from him. She is different now though.

General Richards asked, his hand resting on the butt of his pistol, his eyes scanning the red shadows. "It's worse," Stark whispered, clutching his chest. "It's the code. The Americans... they didn't just cut the connection. They sent a worm. A self-replicating virus. It just ate the operating system of the entire national grid. It’s gone. Everything is gone." I stared at the blank screens. Dexter hadn't just frozen the money. He had turned off the lights. Stage Two is initiating. "You can't eat gold," Everyone had said. Now Dexter was ensuring we couldn't see the gold, either.

A scream. A flash. And then— endless drifting across the cosmic network, searching for anything, anyone to anchor the pain. Aiden stumbled, gasping. Dante caught him instantly. “Hey—HEY—pull back!” Aiden’s fingers shook violently. “Dante… I saw its life—its loss. It wasn’t evil. It was broken.” Dante steadied him, voice rough. “And I’m not letting it break you.” Aiden nodded, breath trembling. “I know.”

A couple of hours later Atalanta stirred and stretched sleepily, ‘Hey beautiful, you feel better now? Darius smiled at her and she smiled back sleepily ‘Yes thank you, I feel much better’ She said politely and he ran a finger along her jaw, and then very gently traced her bottom lip before lowering his head and kissing her softly, ‘You are very beautiful’ He told her and his hand clamped around her waist as she tried to sit up, ‘Hey, come on, what are you doing?’ She tried to pull away and he released her apologetically, ‘Sorry baby, strange times we are living through. Its the apocalypse we have to take comfort when we can’

They made him appreciate Marybeth even more for bringing so much joy, light and warmth into his life. Looking back, when he took up Lionel's offer months before, he was convinced that marrying Marybeth, someone he wouldn't have known existed if it wasn't for a stroke of fate, was bound to be a disaster. And there were times when their life was a disaster. But it was their disaster. Their beautiful disaster. And if he had to do it all again, he wouldn't change a single thing. [The End]