Beautiful Diaster Novels & Stories

And in that moment, under the warm spray of the shower, we found solace in each other, if only for a fleeting instant. The water cascaded over us, a symphony of warmth and relief that seemed to wash away the darkness, if only for a fleeting moment. Brax’s lips sought mine with an aching desperation as if he could drink my very soul to drown out his own anguish. His hands, rough and calloused, explored my body, tracing the contours with a tenderness that belied the many battles they had fought.

Taking in the disarray of my home, he couldn't help but ask, "Bro, were you trying to turn the place upside down?" "Lawrence… all six million in my accounts is gone…" "What? Are you kidding?" As I slowly calmed down, I explained to Lawrence what happened the previous night—the purchase of the health supplements, my passionate evening with a celebrity-level beauty, and how Nancy had given me an aromatherapy massage that put me to sleep. Lawrence's eyes widened after he heard my story. He exclaimed, "Winston, you might have fallen for a health supplement scam!" "A scam?"

Drago notified, “I will give you an estimate, you open that door, you will meet hell, what are you going to do when you are injured?” El Diablo smiled, he didn’t flinch when he was told about his wound neither did he look shocked when he was told of his doom, because one thing was for certain, this was not the end for him. “This,” he said followed by a gunshot. Drago flinched, momentarily showing his pain on his face before concealing it again as the black haired man before him walked up to him. “Now we are both bleeding,” El Diablo said before placing his gun on Drago’s temple as he stood behind him, “and you will open the door.”

”you should date a beautiful and normal girl . ......”Tch!what do you want to benefit in dating a deaf girl and do you even know about her illness ?you are not serious at all .......” Illness ???!!!! ....”and do you even know about her illness ?” Illness ! What illness ? Or is the lady just messing with his head ? He quickly messaged her Ben-Where are you ?

There was a dangerous glint in his eyes. "Honey?", Her voice was scratchy as She whispered his name. She started to feel uneasy under his sensual stares. Her senses told her that something very bad was going to happen. "What are you doing?", Darika nervously asked him. "Darika", Arthit seductively answered before he lowered his head to capture her lips, giving her no time to retreat or speak. BEAUTY was in a trap because Beast was unleashed. .. .. Thank you ShineeSunshine ❤️

It was the peak of Casandra’s triumph—and Vivian had decided it would also be the moment of her most horrifying downfall. “If I can’t be beautiful, then you don’t deserve to be either,” Vivian muttered, caressing the bottle of acid. She had lost everything—Bastian, wealth, reputation, and her future. To her, the only way to feel alive again was to witness the destruction of the woman she blamed for her suffering.

We went to my dance studio. “Ten minutes,” I said. “That’s all.” “I don’t have an excuse,” she admitted. “I slept with Caspian.” “You think that’s why I’m angry?” I snapped. “I’m mad because you deserve better. Caspian is broken, Ruby. He destroys everything he touches.” She sobbed harder. “My dad went bankrupt after Troy and I broke up,” she confessed. “I had to survive.” I froze. “Your dad is bankrupt?” She nodded.

As the castle crumbled, the debris cascading like a macabre rain, I strained to see any sign of Liam. My pleas for him echoed into the void, swallowed by the cacophony of the collapsing world. The ground beneath me trembled, mirroring the palpitations of my frantic heart as I was dragged relentlessly by the spectral hands of the elders. In the final throes of the nightmare, the air grew thick with the metallic scent of the blood rain. The landscape, now a chaotic dance of destruction, offered no solace. The haunting whispers of Diana's ominous warning lingered, and the grotesque tableau played out until the very fabric of the dreamland seemed to unravel.

But it was all too late. She will become his obsession. His want. His need. The hell would freeze before he would let her go. And if anyone dared to take his Hoor away from him. There will be... CARNAGE. She will become his beautiful destruction.

His sharp eyes scanned the devastation—the warped remains of a compound that once held power and secrets, now just a blackened skeleton. “Moon Goddess,” someone whispered behind him. Walls were gone. Support beams twisted into impossible shapes. Trees a hundred feet out were still burning, leaves curled into blackened skeletons. In the very center, a deep crater pulsed with faint red embers—like a heart still beating after death. Dorian, his face bloodied and his shirt torn, stumbled closer and stared at the devastation. “She was screaming,” he said, his voice hoarse. “Not words. Just… agony. And light. So much light.”