Beautiful Disaster Novels & Stories

Why did this trip constantly seem to be getting worse and worse by the minute? Now Leia was rambling about the trips itinerary and what we were going to be seeing, where we're going, boring shit like that. It was pathetic, really, how excited she was to see hundred-year-old stuff in cases and statues of dead people. My eyes narrowed as Jacob put his hands on her shoulders and told her to calm down about something she was excited about. Bullshit, telling her to stop talking about something she liked so much.

“Okay, she is my ex-girlfriend. I still love her and it’s makes me angry to see her happy with another man but me.“ “Oh okay, I understand. Should I drive you to your lodge or not?!” Jack asked. “No need, I’m okay.” Jayden answered. Jayden’s nose did not stop bleeding. Unlike Frank, he’s pretty face was a little disfigured and in pain. However, he insisted he was alright to drive himself back.

she chuckles, slowing down for me to reach her. "Sierra is a survivor," I stand beside her. "She should be respected." "Yes, sir!" She salutes me, a laugh following later. The road beneath us turns into a grassy area. There are giant evergreen Eastern Hemlocks in our way, making us walk in a zigzag path in between dozens of them. The orange sun is on its way to set behind us and our shadow is dark and tall in front of us. "Sometimes I look around," says Celeste, jumping over a hollow log, "and see everybody surviving their own battles and I think to myself that I don't want to be just a survivor."

It should not happen. *************** We were watching a movie late night. It was raining heavily. Enjoying popcorns and soda. Sometimes the thunder would crack the pitter patter on the glass. Since the lighting was perfect in the garden, we could see flowers and trees swinging and swaying in the air. Enjoying the rain pouring down. Louis was laughing at a scene when suddenly the power went off with a loud bang sound. "I think the power supply is breakdown". I turned to Louis but got surprised to see him curled in a corner.

he choked out, his voice raw. With those final words, he turned and walked away, leaving me standing there, shattered and alone. The dawn broke fully over the horizon, washing the world in light, but it felt like my world had just plunged into an endless night. Walking back inside the house, tears streamed down my face, blurring my vision as the dull throb in my chest intensified. I could hardly breathe as emotions roared inside me like an unending storm. Each step felt like wading through quicksand, every tear a testament to the aching turmoil in my heart. Dillon’s soul-crushing confession and Brax’s fiery anger crashed like waves against the fragile heart.

The night was calming and quiet as the full moon shined down on us. Mother was listening to music on the radio while I was looking out the window with my headphones on. Mom wanted to have a girl's day out. So we went to the movies, a spa, and then we ate out. We were on our way back home when it happened... A car suddenly slammed against my side. Causing the car to swerve brutally out of control. Mother tried to take back control. But the car eventually flips off of the ground, rolling twice before stopping upside down.

Batool smiled at her son and Hamza smiled back, kissing her palm. His mom was the purest angel on earth and he loves her to the moon and back. * "Hooriya, come on. It's not that horrifying." Shiza said and Hooriya shook her head. "You always say that. I'm not watching that. I'm going to make tea and then I'll go to the roof to enjoy the night, please join me." Hooriya said and Shiza's shoulder slumped which means the movie was super scary. Thank God, Hooriya was safe from it.

he said tightly. No. She opened her mouth to ask if that meant what she thought it did when a thunderous boom rent the air. Khalia cried out and hunched into a ball as the horrendous wall of noise ripped through the night, the pressure of the blast vibrating against her ear drums in a relentless wave. Glass shattered in the buildings around them, the ground shaking with the force of the shockwave. A bomb.

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When the diagnosis came, it was worse than anyone had feared. He thumbed out a text to Jenifer Walter as he left the hospital, his hands shaking with exhaustion and anger. Jeremy: “Meet me in my office. It’s bad news about Trisha. I’ll tell you more when I get back.” He drove through the waking city, the streets still empty, his mind racing. The Cannibals had built something beautiful, something bold. Now, in a single, brutal play, it all threatened to unravel. A Bitter Morning