Beautiful Disaster Book Novels & Stories

After a long moment of silence, his rough hand reaches out and violently rips the burlap sack off Chika's head. CHIKA WHITMORE My eyes slowly flutter open against the harsh glare of the floodlights, revealing a profound, bottomless wave of sadness deep within my pupils. My gaze watches the family of three tightly embrace on the edge of the dock, comforting each other's wolves, completely oblivious to the fact that my life is being left behind in the dark. My teeth clench together until my jaw aches, violently struggling to contain the raw storm of emotions threatening to rip my chest apart.

My back slammed into the bookcase, breaking it and bringing down all of Kalama’s books on me, while Musi ended up flying into the corridor outside of Kalama’s apartment. * Author's note*: This chapter was a special request from a good friend and fellow author, Charlotte Townsend. I hope you all like this chapter. You can follow me on my Facebook page and Instagram account. FB link: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorKindraWhite and Instagram link: https://www.instagram.com/kindrawhiteauthor/

Through the gaps in the roof, rain poured down in sheets, soaking everything Cassian had touched, everything he'd kept, everything that proved he'd existed here at all. I moved without thinking. Grabbed the nearest book and pulled it close, trying to shield it with my body. The pages were already damp, the ink starting to blur. I reached for another. Then another. My hands shook as I tried to stack them somewhere dry, but there was nowhere dry left. The roof was gone in places. Split clean open by the force of my scream. I stood there holding a book that was falling apart in my hands, and I realized I couldn't save any of it. Not like this. Not by carrying them one at a time while the rain d

“But remember, whatever you write becomes truth.” She took it, Hands shaking It was warm, Pulsing, Alive, And as soon as her fingers touched it, The expanse around her began to fracture. A storm of memories swirled, Ashen’s laugh. Kael’s betrayal. Liolai’s eyes, wide with trust. The blade, the crown, the price of being both mother and monster, She opened the book, Her hand hovered over the page, But before she could write, The world screamed. The Reader stumbled backward.

“A dreadful storm was approaching. Once more the sails were furled, and the great ship pursued her flying course over the raging sea. The waves rose mountain high, as if they would overtop the mast, but the ship dived like a swan between them, then rose again on their lofty, foaming crests. To the little mermaid this was pleasant sport; but not so to the sailors. “At length the ship groaned and creaked; the thick planks gave way under the lashing of the sea, as the waves broke over the deck; the mainmast snapped asunder like a reed, and as the ship lay over on her side, the water rushed in.” I stopped reading at a sudden feeling of dread in my stomach. When I looked, thankfully, the girls we

In the centre of all the chaos, Orlando cradled a book on her lap. She looked up and turned at the sound of Marybeth's footsteps as she ventured deeper into the mess. "At least I still have this," she smiled sadly, holding up a leather-bound journal that looked eerily familiar. Marybeth stopped, her heart racing out of control as a sheet of sweat drenched her entire back, her cotton t-shirt sticking to her clammy back like glue. "What is that?" she asked, unable to keep the dread from her voice. When Nikolai stole the journal from them, she was secretly glad, grateful even that they no longer had to deal with the horror of Iris' past.

“Quick he's loosing so much blood!” And . Darkness… Desiree's POV I was sitted in a garden with a beautiful book in my hands, that I found on my way to the garden , this beautiful green gardens had a bench where I could sit, I sat there and began reading the book. It was a romance novel talking about two lovers who couldn't reach one another, they knew each other deeply but they just couldn't seem to hold hands in reality, their realities clashed. As I read, I had this great urge to look up and I saw the most beautiful human ever, he walked up to me in his very beautiful bicycle.

But what surprises Vienna was the volume of the books, no offense but she thought Leopard was not the type of guy who likes to read books, other than maps and such. She somehow landed her eyes in a certain book lying on the table that caught her attention. Vienna took it and read the title, Where I truly Belong. She smirked at the book's title, it seems like even the book is confused about where it truly belongs, just like Vienna. She returned it above the table and walk near the window where the houses and the large scale of water surrounding the island shines as the morning setting sun appear, turning the seawater into gold. She has never been this peaceful ever since, and it gives her suc

Eddie smiled and told him he will always do that anytime anywhere. The heroes were at their house, princess Diana and Cath had moved in with them. They were watching a movie and discussing when the ancient book started glowing and flipping itself. They all stood up and walked close to the book. The book stopped flipping. Princess Diana read it out. "The return of the great witch shall bring a great catastrophe to earth, for her sins had forbidden her to stay in the realm of the spirits. She will conquer earth for herself when she finally finds the four weapons of destruction". Princess Diana finished reading and the book flipped to another page.

It is at this time the monster bitch Vesuvius starts to shake the earth. This tremor is a little harder than the others. The earthquakes are only going to be worse before the volcano finally belches her dragon breath onto Pompeii. "I hate Neptune's gifts," Eurydice says when the trembling stops. "Me too," I tell her truthfully. "It feels as though he is angry at us," Eurydice complains. I want to use her gripes as an advantage. Possibly she can turn her father's opinion of these "gifts" into what they indeed are. Signs of a significant catastrophe looming not too far in the distant future.