Beautiful Diaster Novels & Stories

"I'm afraid to see my daughter killed by its vicious claws over some little boy she just met. Especially when she's suppose to stay away from them." "Dad. What's going on? I still remember how angry you got with that unknown call you had in your office." "You overheard me?" "Some. But your behavior is more terrifying than it was before. Why?” "Because what we were preparing for is now confirmed. The beast is back and we have to kill it before it takes more lives.”

he tells me then tits his head to the carnage I left in the middle of the room. I slump into his shoulder and just breath, I feel like my lungs haven't had a proper breath since walking away from my dad's body. My heart feels heavy for my lose but somehow alive, it's all because of the man who's holding me tight to his chest while giving out orders. "My condolences Miss Diabla for your loss" says a man with a heavy Spanish accent. "The Castro. The San Torino and The Belmura Families all stand at your side, we will have allies' contracts drawn and send for you agreement in the next few days"

Just because I didn't have the lake of fire didn't mean I couldn't punish the sinners. And when she was roasted to my heart’s content, I pulled her back, watched as she fell on her back, and took in the creation of my hand. “Ooooooh!” Her face was bright red and badly swollen. Rivers of blood were bubbling as they poured and steamed all over from the opened blood vessels. But what made me want to do a little shuffle dance was the sheets of skin sloughing off her skin, the blackened chunks of the remains of her once perfect face hitting the floor and continuing to smolder from the heat. Her once perfect face was now unrecognizable, beautifully disfigured.

Content warning: Mentioned death/illness of a parent, sexual/verbal harassment's, violence, crime and language use. Esrath POV This was too much for me to hold dear to my heart, tears began to rush down my face and chills ran through my body like waves of electricity as I began to try to steady my breathing, I can hear a soft voice talking to me. I look over to see my mother in her navy-blue cocktail dress as she is helping to fix my make up as my tears escape my eyes and a smile breaks out on her face as I look at her.

, I confess. “Yeah, I give that guy respect! Knows how to woo a woman, that’s for sure”, says Mikey. “Not helping”, I told him. “Well, how about, instead of dinner and a movie, you take her to dinner at the opera? You’re like right next to the city! Beauty and the Beast… I remember that was Lala’s favorite Disney movie... It was something about the library! Anyway, they have Beauty and the Beast on Broadway, get her tickets to see it and have dinner at the theater”, he says!

The beast was preparing to self-destruct—unleashing its full power would annihilate the entire small world. Realizing the impending disaster, Adrian turned and fled, reinforcing his protective barrier as he raced away. He had no other choice. The beast's self-destruction was inevitable, beyond anything he could stop. As he sped into the distance, Adrian felt the beast's furious intent pursuing him. Amid its wrath, faint echoes of despair and unwillingness seemed to resonate. A blinding red light erupted from the beast, shooting skyward and staining the heavens in a blood-red hue. The explosion came without warning, transforming the sky into a spectacle of power and destruction.

She smiled another sad smile, another tear falling free from her eye. "Things had finally started to get better and I was happy after a really long time. With everything that happened with me falling off the rails and the eating disorder, we got more careful. He was afraid he was going to lose me if we weren't careful so we stopped with the partying and smoking and drugs. Everything was so fucking good. I loved my life." She licked her lips. "I never would've thought things would get bad. Zac was perfect and... at the time, I was so happy with my life."

The first time I met Diana, I was captivated by her pure beauty. Although she has many similarities with Calliope, their beauty is different. If Calliope has a sharp, seductive beauty, Diana brings a gentle, sweet, clear, like spring. My heart suddenly fluttered when I looked into those black eyes that shone with a strong desire to live, sparkling like the stars in the galaxy. The galaxy belongs only to me.

Outside, the storm had passed, but the world still looked broken, slick streets glistening under the weak moonlight. She pressed a palm to the glass. She wasn’t afraid—not anymore. Not of her father, not of Isabella’s venomous smile, not even of the Council. What haunted her was the truth she had tasted tonight: Damian would burn the world to protect her. And maybe, just maybe, that was the very thing that would destroy him. “No,” she whispered, her reflection staring back at her. “Not if I can stop it.” The next morning, Adriana joined Marco in the kitchen. He looked rough, dark circles bruising his eyes, a cigarette between his fingers.

Everything that’s happening feels like we’re still stuck in that dreamworld, even when she’s whole and warm in my arms. I start moving toward the wall when the shouts reach a peak. My men move in swiftly, telling the villagers to stay out of the streets and away from crumbling buildings, but there’s nowhere they can go that’s truly untouched. Devastation is everywhere–fire burns the enchanted forest, ash covers every surface, and glass is scattered as far as the eye can see when I step over the wall and walk into the street with Maxiana still in my arms, holding her tight. Confused townspeople watch me carrying their princess, their jaws ajar.