Beautiful Disaster Book Novels & Stories

The last thing I want is for Samantha to walk in on me sneaking through her stuff; she already has trust issues as it is. My eyes catch on a notebook; it looks like a diary. It has the inscription, Dark stories by twisted minds, do not open. I pick the book up, my curiosity instantly piqued. I rise from my squatting position to sit on the edge of the bed. I flip through the pages to see how many there are, and it's well gone, over 500 pages. I should drop the book out of the room the same way I worked out, but I can't.

Nicole keeps staring at the beauty I'm talking to and I can tell how bewildered she is. I would have laughed at her jealous face but now is not the time. "Let's go" Mia whispers. I don't wait any longer before heading out, to find my prey. * Authors note; Spoiler; If you read my book his mafia princess, the girl mentioned in this chapter(Mia) will be the main character in Rico's story. It will be amazing. Most readers wanted to see rico get his happy ending and he will surely get his best. Stay tuned.

So I finally look up and see an eight-year-old girl annihilate my front display like she’s reenacting Fast & Furious: Bookstore Drift. Books everywhere. Glorious chaos. Behind her is a woman. A beautiful woman. A diner-uniform, exhausted beyond salvation, mascara-smudged, hair-falling-out-of-the-bun-but-still-somehow-sexy beautiful woman. She stops dead when the books hit the floor. “Oh my God—no, no, no—I’m so sorry—she’s just—today has been—I—please don’t kick us out—” The panic in her voice is pure, distilled chaos.

"Nah! No third option, Riri," Beatrix gulped. The title of the second book was 'The troublesome flowers'. It may seem like an interesting book about beautiful ladies and romance but really it's not. It was a horror story. Half a page of this book that she glanced at last year made her have sleepless nights. This book served the purpose of building the heart's strength and courage. A wizard or witch from time to time would go on missions. None of them was a stroll in the park. If one was not valiant, he/she wouldn't be able to do so. But she was still a babe. How can he read this sort of book to her? Is he truly her brother?

He took a slow breath and let it out. "She was good," he said. "I mean actually good. Not the performance of it but she was." He paused. "I met her when I was twenty-five and she worked in a bookstore on the west side. It was a small place and she reorganized the whole crime fiction section so that all the mob books were spine out." He stopped and almost smiled. "Said she was tired of glorifying men who hurt people." Bella laughed softly. "I like her already."

here I was drowning myself in self-pity. What was worse was the fact that my fiance had severely injured my mother over something that could have been handled by the authorities which now was something I could no longer use due to my fiance being the center of the damage control that was to take place if the police were to be involved. From floating on air to crashing face first into the sidewalk of misfortune I found myself lost/confused and hurt beyond measure from all of those I once held close to my heart. I felt alone and confused about what I should do next with José, would I forgive him for what he has done? Could I ever forgive her or him...was I capable of being sympathetic to eith

I'm not hungry either so I don't go to the cafeteria on a trip. I go to the table often. I put down the book and put the chocolate on the side. My bag is full so I can't get in it. I sighed and opened my book. Just that, I was distracted by a bit of noise. I looked up and saw a group of college students. I quickly spotted Rustov on the group. Kiara was on her side, smiling while talking to him. My forehead creased. Why are they here? The high school library is different from the college. Maybe it's noisy there so they're here to talk properly.

Her story unfolds in layers: through the haunting grip of her dreams, the unraveling of a once-promising engagement, and the magnetic pull of a man who exists both in her subconscious and in the shadows of her waking life. This book explores the power of instinct, the destruction that lies in deceit, and the healing that only truth, however painful,can bring. You may find pieces of yourself in Jacqueline. In her strength. In her silence. In the storm she learns to survive. This is a story about second chances, about trusting the unknown, and about the dangerous beauty of a love that finds you when you least expect it, and refuses to let go. With heart, [Dee-Jay] Jacqueline’s POV

But at this time, the voice of Caspian sounded faintly, "Open." It was just a simple word, but it sounded like a disaster door had been opened. The wind was blowing and the clouds were rolling. The wind blew and the formation was formed. Boom! Flames, lightning, mud, and flood. In an instant, it was as if all kinds of disasters and fears in the world had fallen on James Steinbeck. His facial features were twisted to the extreme in an instant. The next moment, with a bang, James exploded. The hot blood even increased the temperature of the surroundings in an instant.

Being compensated is only fair. I was about to reply when, suddenly, a one-legged woman charged out from the bushes nearby. She was waving a kitchen knife as she screamed and rushed toward me. It was Cassie. “Sadie, you b*tch! It’s all because of you that I ended up like this! Life has been a living hell for me. Why should you, the one responsible for everything, live so comfortably with a car, a house, and a high-paying job? I refuse to accept this! You either transfer the car and house to me right now, or you die!”