Beetlejuice: Handbook Novels & Stories

I can’t explain it but I need yer thoughts. ‘So where did you get it from?’ Agnes asked thumbing through the many pages. ‘Young Thomas Beecham brought it back with him from his inauguration ceremony at the old scout hut,’ Maud said. She told Agnes about the DVD and the Blue Thunder Foundation Handbook. ‘An organisation like that shouldn’t be encouraging children to operate in shadows,’ Agnes criticised. ‘Most irregular. If Thomas was so protective of his things how come you ended up with this comic, Maud?’

After I was done peeling the apple, I munched on it and began chatting with her, seemingly nonchalantly, like I was just talking about the weather, while telling her everything that had happened in my past life. Lacey's eyes were first filled with terror, then confusion, then shock. When I was done with my story, Lacey said with much difficulty, "Impossible… You couldn't have had a past life… That's all bullshit! "I'd never have killed you… I'd never… You shouldn't believe it… You're making a stupid mistake!" I threw the apple core into the trash can and wiped my hands clean. "Don't be stupid. Why would I ever kill you? Your boyfriend will do the job instead.

’ After a while, Heather said, “I wanted to do you a favor in exchange for your lending me the real handbook, but now… ‘The handbook does not even exist! After searching for it for so long, it turned out to be something too good to be true, and now I’ve lost my goal all of a sudden.’ “Forget it. You can have him," she said, sighing. Puzzled, Lily looked at her as she waved her hand, and Chump went out. A moment later, he returned to the room carrying someone by the back of the collar and threw the person onto the floor.

Jake stopped playing nice and began exploiting his affection level to get whatever he wanted. "Go ahead and prepare a foot bath for me. That'll earn you 3%. "Give me a massage. I'll raise your score by 5%. "Prepare 18 dishes tonight, and you'll receive 8%." I complied with every task. I figured that I might as well rack up as many points as I could. But that evening, Jake handed me a piece of black lingerie. "Put this on and wait for me in bed. When we're done, you'll earn 10%."

Dad's hand shook as he pointed at me, yelling, "Y-You're pure evil! You're a monster!" Mr. Sullivan's eyes gleamed. He clapped his hands and let out a roar of laughter. "I like the way you think! I mean, talk about turning on your own! I'll be honest—you've got more backbone than your pathetic father and sisters combined!" He gestured for his men to let me go and surround Dad, Dahlia, and Jasmine instead. "You heard that, right, Jack? You'd better hand over that plot of land, the shop, and the laundering operation this instant! I'll chop off one of your fingers for every one you miss!"

my voice thick with an emotion I was still learning to name again. It was more than gratitude; it was peace. Just then, the auctioneer announced the most shocking news of the night. "The centerpiece, Rebirth from the Cocoon, has sold for an incredible five million dollars! The buyer wishes to remain anonymous, but the bid was placed from an IP address originating in… Chicago." My blood ran cold. "A buyer from Chicago?" I gripped Alexander’s hand, my knuckles white. "Don’t worry," he soothed, his thumb rubbing circles on my skin. "It’s a big city. It’s just a coincidence."

The hag whispered, leaning in to whisper in my ear with her forked tongue so that I felt something slither on my neck briefly before her words sent a chill down the length of my spine. “I think it's a hybrid's done it, Mr. Bayes, a Magi. An abomination.” Ma Jules whispered and I inhaled a sharp, burning breath.

Inside, she found—surprise, surprise—some underwear (probably hers), photos, a book, a couple phones and—eww—was that a jar full of teeth? On the screen, the blonde screamed and reared back, dropping the jar on the bathroom floor and shattering it. “What the hell?” I said, unable to look away as the girl rushed to clean her mess. I reached for another handful of popcorn. “Are those teeth?” “Yeah,” Miguel seemed eager to share. “They’re Benji’s, Beck’s ex-boyfriend. And that’s his phone and Peach’s phone. Oh wow, look at her. She finally knows Joe’s the bad guy.”

“You won’t know until you see the content, will you?” Seeing her point, Dominic finally accepted the handout from her. “You are to abide by them.” She said arrogantly as he opened the document and began to take in the content. She had prepared it presentably by having it typed formally. He regarded her expectant look on his face for a brief moment before returning his eyes to the content of the document. He could see that it contained about five bulleted rules. He let his eyes go through them. There must be no physical contact with each other when we are alone except for when we are around other people. In a nutshell, there must be NO BODY CONTACT.

The Necromancer countered by calling forth scores of fist-sized black beetles that came skittering across the grass from the edge of the pool. “Death beetles!” Jenna shouted. “Do not let them bite! Their poison is instantaneously fatal.” She drew a quick spell in the air, turning the ground in front of the insects into gooey mud. The beetles’ charge was slowed to a crawl as they tried to force their tiny legs through the sticky muck. Rave and his volkaane comrades knelt at the edge of the morass and fired short bursts of blue fire from their fingers into each beetle, picking them off one by one and incinerating them before they could reach dry ground.