Novel & Cerita Beautiful Disaster

She panicked and dashed towards the door and opened it. She was strucked by the turmoil of terror outside. Everyone was running and crying as the grasses grow violently and wrapped them on the ground. There were large wolves cornering people. Some lay on the ground, unconscious and a girl with a red auburn hair blew out pink fumes from her mouth, knocking everyone out. There were arrows flying in the air like birds and hitting people. There were also rocks flying around, knocking people out. There were humans with wings flying above like huge birds and they were hauling people to the sky and dropping them to the ground. They were laughing as the people around them were wailing. Serra just st

I forgot. Miss, whoever she is, looked at me shockingly but there's a hint of familiarity and sadness in her eyes. As I stared at her, I realized she really looked so weird and no offense, ugly. There's a huge birthmark that covered her left forehead, down to her eye and her ear. There's also a huge mole on the lower right side of her mouth. To top everything off, she has a lot of pimples, acne scars and blackheads. This girl needs help.

I can feel my heart racing as we run through the jungle to escape from the man trying to kill us! How could this have happened to me??????? I looked around for an escape......' Esrath: "Wow her acting is so lame!" Mother: "It is not lame, its good and I am on the edge of my seat to see what will happen next! Now zip it and let me watch my movie!"

At this moment, this right fucking moment everything I thought I knew about my Bellissima was a lie. "Baby, what are you doing here so early?" she spoke with fear as her thick french accent filled my ears. I just stare at her trying to process the scene that's happening in front of me. Someone that I thought was an angel turned out to be a snake. Esmée immediately jumps off the man and they both start to cover up their naked bodies.

Astra’s pov: “Ugh…this pain. It just won’t leave me alone!” I pounded my palm on my head and closed my eyes. A thought had been gnawing on my mind for the last couple of weeks. I reached out for the glass of water on the table beside me. My hands shook and the glass dropped with a huge crash. Pieces of sharp glass remained shattered on the wet floor. I stepped into the pool of water. An especially large piece of glass was right in front of me, its sharp edge pointing right at my toe. I continued to stare at it as if I expected it to move away from me on its own.

She refused to look like the victim of her own story. He was gone, yes. But 'gone' didn't have to be permanent. 'Gone' was just a plot point she hadn't resolved yet. … Nora was still thinking of how to get her life back in control as she walked behind the waiter, leading her to Camila’s table in the back of the restaurant. Despite her elaborate disguise and the distance, Camila still recognized her and sent an enthusiastic wave their way. “Hi!” Camila gave her a fierce hug and kiss on the cheek.

I could only press my legs tightly together to suppress the unbearable sensation. Sensing my distress, Gabby came up with a solution. "I heard there's a way to treat your condition in Bisea. They use bone-setting therapy that can help reduce your urges." I took Gabby's suggestion and hopped on a plane to Bisea. The streets were packed with hot guys. As I walked, my body trembled uncontrollably. A tingling sensation coursed through me, reaching deep into my core. Tension built in my lower abdomen until it felt like it might burst. I was desperate for release. But since I was in a foreign country, I could only force myself to remain calm.

“No. We are not doing this.” His mouth opened again. “Maya…” “No.” I repeated frantically, pointing a finger at him like he was the problem. “That never happened.” His brows pulled together. “It literally just happened.” “It happened to two completely different people.” He blinked. “What?” “I don't know.” I rubbed both hands over my face. “The storm has fried my brain.” A laugh almost escaped him. I shot him a warning glare. “Don't laugh. This is a serious matter.”

Another explosion tore through the bunker beneath us, causing the water to shake violently. Then the structure below, collapsed. Allison went still in my arms. Her eyes locked on the water, wide, empty. “No…” she whispered. Then louder. “No… no, no, no—” The final explosion hit, a deafening blast. I pulled her further away from the furnace. The ocean around us surged as the bunker gave way completely, flames and debris forcing their way up through the water before disappearing again into the deep. Allison screamed, It wasn’t just a scream, It was something breaking.

Her once perfect face was now unrecognizable, beautifully disfigured. I watched for a few seconds as she snaked on the floor from the excruciating pain, counted a few heartbeats, and fished my phone from my pocket. I punched the digits and waited until someone called from the other end, "911, please state your emergency." “Please… I need help. It’s my girlfriend’s colleague. She fell into the fire. She burned so bad.” I cried into the phone in a much-panicked voice, then took calm breaths as the receiver orchestrated. After giving her the details and everything, I dropped the call and wiped the disgusting look on my face, then looked at the side to find Leigh-Ari curled up in a ball glaring