Beautiful Disaster Novels & Stories

"you want a challenge, I'll fight you, you don't seem that strong" I started laughing, like in a way sycophants laugh. She thinks she can beat me? ME? I'm dying. Oh my God. I can't stop laughing. Hahahahaha. "what's your name" I asked getting all serious. "my names Chelsey" she said. "such a beautiful name, not so beautiful attitude, you want to fight me Chelsey?" "yeah I can knock you out in two minutes." "I can beat you to death in two minutes."

Dionysus murmured and just sipped on his wine glass beside Zoey. "How about this one? Emma? I liked this. Period pieces are also good to watch. I remembered Zam made me, or rather forced me to watch the 'Bridgerton' series and I liked it so much after that." Then, the trailer had played for the movie that Zoey mentioned but Dionysus only yawned loudly moments later. "It looked so boring. How about the movie next to it?" "Valerian and the City of a Thousand Planets? It's fantasy. I don't like that." Zoey commented after the trailer of that movie was played as well.

A column of blinding gold shot downward toward Alexander— a strike strong enough to liquefy stone. Lena screamed wordlessly in his arms. Jay screamed. Elias screamed. Z-04 recorded the event in real-time. Z-03 reached out too late. The blast hit. BOOOOOOOM—!!! Snow evaporated. Trees shattered. The earth cracked like glass. Lena cried out— “NO—ALEX—!!” And then— Silence. Smoke rose from the crater. The ground hissed. Everyone held their breath. Z-03 scanned the blast radius.

"Are you kidding me? Why would a CEO of a big company have a crush on me? Hello, I look ugly with my scar. No one will like me." Debra shook her head. "You are wrong. If your scar disappears completely you will look beautiful just like you always are, and men will line up to date you. I'm not joking. I'm telling you the truth." I smiled. "Once my beauty is fully restored to its former glory, my life will turn upside down again. It's better this way, I enjoy peace and stability."

before entering another room filled with machines. “What is this?” Eva asked giving the book to Everest. “This was brought to the library just recently, it’s called ‘The birth of disaster’.”

"Why? Why is this happening? I was reborn. I got everything I wanted. So, why did it still end like this?" I froze for a second. I never expected that Janet had been reborn, too. No wonder she had been so desperate in this life, so determined to chase everything she wanted. However, the darkness inside her had already sealed her fate. Watching as the officers forced her down and restrained her completely, I gave a small shrug and answered lightly, "Maybe you can figure that out in prison." The ambulances arrived quickly and carried the two injured people away. They survived. However, both of them had been blinded by shattered glass, and their faces were severely disfigured. What Janet had do

How could he treat me like this, as if my feelings didn't matter? Dorian turned to me; his eyes filled with sympathy. "Camilla, I'm sorry. I have to go with him, but I promise I'll be back as soon as I can. Please stay safe." I nodded, unable to find the words to speak. I watched as Dorian and Lucas walked out of the room, leaving me alone with my tears and shattered dreams. As the door closed behind them, I collapsed onto the bed, my body racked with sobs. The pain, both physical and emotional, was overwhelming. I felt trapped, suffocated by the weight of my circumstances.

“Gather all the men, Dino; we will go to Armani’s club. And make some calls; tell them it is a matter of life or death kind of thing.” My man went to do as I ordered, and I headed to the second floor to see Misha and tell her to be ready because we might need to leave soon. But for now, she must stay in the house with the men to protect her. But I didn’t get the chance to do so because suddenly the floor under me shook violently and the sound of a massive explosion deafened me. The next thing I know, I was thrown away as the walls of the villa crumbled around me from how strong and big the explosion was.

It was an obvious choice, top of the bestseller list, and she tried not to fool herself into believing he’d picked it out himself. And, as winter retreated and the first daffodils began to appear, Catherine’s calls had the added comfort of reassuring her that he was safe in the terrifying country that seemed to have swallowed him up so completely he might have disappeared off the face of the earth. It was nearly Easter when, sitting glued to the early-evening news, watching pictures of riots, the reports of civil unrest that seemed worse with every