Beetlejuice Beetlejuice Script Novels & Stories

I can't just let you walk away just like that. Gideon sneered. "So, what are you saying?" Yohan flipped his palm. A golden beetle, no bigger than a thumb, appeared. "Swallow this." "What? That's bull!" Gideon rolled his eyes. That bug was clearly no good. Yohan replied coldly, "You don't have a choice. She might've spared your life, but she didn't say I couldn't do anything else to you. To be straight with you, this golden beetle comes as a pair. That one's the child beetle. The parent beetle is with me."

Jace shouts in fear beating them out of his body while he begs for mercy “What are you?” Abaddon grins mischievously as he slowly walks towards him. He stops a few feet from him, his bones start to snap, his body bending in abnormal ways till a huge locust crawls out of his bloody mouth, hops on Jace who is screaming and slapping his body to knock off the locust but his attempts prove futile. The locust hops into his mouth and in attempt to vomit it, Jace swallows it

I'm going to black the fuck out¡­ No, this is not happening. I am not getting dumped by a guy that lives in boarded up buildings! No I am not going to have to raise this baby alone like my Momma had to raise me¡­ "Juicy?! Are you there? Hello?" "Yeah." "Did you hear that I'm not going to be home because I'm in treatment for my seizures and tics ¨CWAH WAH WAH WAH- seventy-two hour hold, psychiatric evaluation ¨C WAH WAH WAH WAH ¨C Juicy?"

Slate beetles crawled over his face; one even slipped inside his ear. He kicked hard against The Beast’s shoulder, forcing it farther down the slope. It would have skidded all the way to the busted fence, but it coat-hangered on the barbed wiring—the end of which was still wrapped around Michael’s ankle. The Beast fought against it, throwing itself from side to side and cutting itself to the bone in the process. The tug of wire made the barbs dig into Michael’s foot, dragging him off his keel like a steer in a lasso’s pinch. The rock thudded soil as he slid into the ditch. Bugs scuttled. He spat dirt, wiped his face against the grass, and kicked in wild jerks to shake The Beast off his leg.

"Morien—what?" I glance down. It looks like a beetle, only it’s too big, about the size of my fist. It’s too dark, like coal. Its antennas are too long. And it’s vomiting blood from its mouth. "Ah!" I scream. Jaden rushes first to me. "What the hell is this?" Lux comes next. "Nobody touches it. That is, it's a—" She’s panicking. Morien pushes her aside, quickly cuts off a branch stem, and pushes the beetle from my leg to the ground. Then he breathes fire on it.

Seeing Brawen, no, seeing Juventus holding Julie, he almost wanted to scream, but when he met Brawen's eyes that meant to be quiet, he closed his mouth and ran over, eyes glued to the baby. Brawen's eyes as to officially confirm that small is Juventus. Brawen put Julie on Dracula's back, reached out to stroke its head, suddenly touched the wound, a pain from the shoulder transmitted to the headache. Seeing that, Dracula blinked its dark eyes, then immediately returned its beak, trying to grab Brawen by the shoulder.

If he forced me to crawl in the garbage to get him, I was going to be pissed. My gaze locked on the sliver of light as the guy emerged from the back of the dumpster onto a small patch of dirt. What a fucking idiot. He was no more than five foot eight, not even coming to my shoulders. I flicked my wrist, causing the silver ring on my middle finger to glint in the low light. “Please,” he begged while putting his hands in the air. “Just take it.” He held out his trembling hands to me, weeping rivers of tears. “I just needed something to eat.”