Beautiful Disaster Parents Guide Novels & Stories

just like we used to. “Becs, remember the last time we watched this movie?” He grinned and started laughing uncontrollably. “I do.” I turned red. I had forgotten about it until this very moment. The last time we had this movie on, we started going at it in his living room, but unknowing to us, his mom had walked in. She had gasped when she realized we were having sex on the couch. I was beyond embarrassed. Still was actually now that I thought about it.

I know it’s her and I know she wanted to say something to cheer me up but I can’t do that, she doesn’t know him like I do. “Why are you so scared of him? We did nothing wrong and I don’t think your father would hurt me just because we two are fucking.” I rubbed my face tiredly and looked at Brady asking him silently to leave and he did that and then I turned around to look at her. “You don’t know my father, Jemma. He is a fucking arsehole. He would never hurt me but he would definitely hurt you. I’m afraid of what he might do to you and how I am going to react to it.”

Dusky eyes glanced up at her once more, intense and overwhelming, before he smiled, disappearing into the darkened parking lot and out of sight. For the second time that night, Elford guided her toward her car. This time, however, he seemed unhappy, perhaps disappointed in her actions. It was only once they reached her silver sedan did he stare down at her, venerable hazel eyes boring into her. “You need to stay away from him, Zoe. He may seem like a nice guy, a real charmer, but he is dangerous. Far more dangerous than you could even imagine.”

“Lena—look at me. Are you hurt?” She blinked up at him—disoriented, terrified. “W-what happened?” Elias’s jaw clenched. “You released a shockwave. Uncontrolled. If that had been stronger, it would have leveled the entire forest.” Alexander grabbed Elias’s wrist, pulling him away. “Back off. Give her space.” Elias ripped his arm free. “No.” “Elias—” “She needs ME.” “She needs SAFETY.” “And ONLY I can keep her safe!” Their voices escalated—

Too bad for them, I actually did spit fire. "Fine, but I think you should scrap Everhart from your mind. Find another target." Desiree's voice cut through my musings, jarring me back to the opulent ballroom. "What! I can't do that!" She stared at me, mouth agape, eyes wide. The look, strangely enough, reminded me of the hamster my father accidentally squeezed to death. And I use the term accidentally loosely. I jolted, shaking my head to dispel the unwelcome memory. I sighed, meeting Desiree's dramatic gaze. She always had a flair for the theatrical, but she wouldn't say no unless it was a genuinely bad idea. "Why? Give me one good reason, and I won't contact him."

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.

"Get up. Now!" A searing, bone-deep pain shot through my arm. I couldn't help frowning and groaning in pain. "Do you have to act like you're half-dead so that the whole world will think I'm abusing you?" she screamed. Someone clearly couldn't take it anymore and said, "That's not what we meant. That slide is what, 12 feet high? In the worst-case scenario, he really could've died!" However, Mom's voice was colder than snow seeping through my shoes in winter. "Hmph. He's not dying that easily. Bad weeds grow tall!"

“You killed her! You monster! You should have sent her back to us if you didn’t want her!” Dimitri rose to his feet, his expression unreadable. He tilted his head, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “I should?” His gaze locked onto Ava’s mother, her features a haunting echo of her daughter’s. “Return my daughter to me this instant!” Mrs. Bianchi begged, her voice cracking. Dimitri’s response was a cold, calculated smile, his eyes glinting with a hint of menace. “The last time I checked, you forcefully thrust her into this world despite my disapproval.”

Only the radio dared to speak. “...the Nigerian Meteorological Agency has issued a severe thunderstorm warning for several parts of the state this evening. Residents are advised to conclude outdoor activities as heavy rainfall and strong winds are expected within the next hour…” I reached over and lowered the volume. I didn't want to hear all the reasons I should be in my bed right now. “You know,” Blake muttered. “If I didn't know better, I'd think your parents and sister are trying to ship us together.” I turned to him slowly, giving him an incredulous stare.