Beetlejuice Original Script Novels & Stories

He didn't need to know where the phone had rang, because he knew this place by heart and the secretary that had transferred the call to him, had told him that Beatrice had gone to their usual room. "Dammit, Beatrice. What the hell happened to you?” Aztec asked his girlfriend who looked too disheveled. She was a half-naked mess and her hair was all over her face. She was sweaty and her toenails were shifting between her werewolf claws and her once beautifully manicured feet that looked like they had withstood the desert heat for years. Her fingers were no different and her lips were swollen. Her clothes had been ripped off because her body temperatures had increased insanely in the minutes af

The standoff lasted for over twenty minutes before Keegan grabbed a book and knocked the beetle off Jaylene's neck. The beetle fluttered twice and suddenly flew up, landing on Jaylene's face. Jaylene screamed, rolled her eyes, and fainted. As she collapsed, the bug flew off again. "Jaylene?" Keegan called out to her. He looked up at Stella and said, "You go start the car, I'll carry her to the hospital." As he spoke, he signaled to Stella.

Melanie nudged Jade and excitedly exclaimed, "Did you hear that? It's a role specifically arranged for you." Despite that, Jade couldn't be happy, as she knew Bella wouldn't be nice to someone for no reason. Although she didn't know why Bella had approached her, it was better to be cautious. Jade sat quietly on the makeup stool, waiting for the makeup artist. She happened to see the script on the makeup table and curiosity drove her to pick it up. After she read the plot, her expression changed slightly. The scene in the script depicted a ruthless woman who had schemed to seize her family's fortune and eliminate all witnesses. Her deceit was exposed, and she was caught red-handed before bein

Mammon wears a troubled expression. Leviathan creeps up behind him and taps his shoulder. “Do this.” He says, making an ‘L’ on each hand. “Whichever gives the right letter L is the left one.” Mammon follows his instruction with a doubtful expression. “Ah ha! This is genius.” Mammon praises him before returning his attention to Beelzebub. “Hey, bro. Move a little to the left!” “Which way is left?” Beel asks, walking blindly in the opposite direction. “Here?” With one swing of his hand, he smashes one of the remaining wine shelves in the basement. “Did I get him?”

While Jay raised a brow, she continued, "The kiss would've been cut from the script beforehand if it wasn't necessary. I don't want to take the fall for changing it." And with those words, she strode past Jay. His Adam's apple was bobbing. The script was not written with Zoe in mind, and it was finished before the sudden change in lead actress, with the investors' approval. It was not easily changed before shooting, but after that, they could certainly adapt it according to present circumstances. He returned to the camera, while Zoe and Hal prepared themselves again once more. "Scene 3, sequence 1, take 3. Action!"

He licked his lips. “Infuse,” said Beulah, perched in a half-awake state on her seat, “infuse . . . me . . . ” Her body convulsed, the entire table rocked. “Rise, my lambs . . . my darlings,” she grunted, an unnerving laugh coming out of her. A hush fell, and the witch cocked her head to one side, staring blankly. Her features had changed.

Buzz, Buzz, Buzz, Buzz, Buzz, Beau's phone started to ring and he (Beau) took his (Beau's) phone out of his (Beau's) pocket seeing Carls calling him (Beau). Beau said, "Oh look who's calling, Carls," and answered the phone saying, "Yes." Carls said, "She's screaming again Master Beau, she just needs you." Beau put his phone on speaker, stared at his (Beau's) father, and said, "Put me on speaker." Carls put Beau on speaker and Beau and Nathaniel heard Marigold screaming. She screamed, "Beau, Beau, Beau, Beau, Beau." Beau said, "Marigold it's okay, I'm here, please calm down." Marigold began calming down saying, "B-Beau, B-Beau, Beau, Beau," and Beau said, "It's okay, please Marigold I'm here.

Beelzebub's grip on June tightened, and a mixture of anger and pain filled his voice as he sneered at me, "Maybe if I kill her, you will finally respect me." My heart pounded in my chest, torn between my fear of him and my determination to protect June. I looked into his eyes, searching for a glimmer of humanity. Fueled by this realization, I refused to give up, though fear threatened to overwhelm me. "Please, Beelzebub," I implored, my voice quivering with sincerity, "there must be another way. Let her go. I know there's goodness in you, despite your origins." Beelzebub's grip slowly loosened, his face a battlefield of emotions, a conflict between his sinister self and the undeniable bond h

“Yes, you! I thought angels were supposed to be beautiful! In your case, I’d recommend a major pedicure—and a full-face transplant!” Jezebel’s gaping, crab-like mouth let loose a deafening roar. She began circling him, eyes glowing, tail lashing. “You killed Partheos, boy.” “Young man, thanks,” Scott retorted. “But with a mug like yours, I’d say you’re not getting many dates either.” “Enough words, smiter!” Jezebel lunged—her massive tail lashed out. Scott dove beneath it just in time as it shattered a support beam, the foyer groaning under the impact.

Dorothy clapped her hands excitedly. A cry came from upstairs. “Maxwell is awake. I’ll go get him,” Dorothy rushed upstairs, and Stefan’s gaze followed her until she was out of sight. He walked toward the kitchen to take one of the cookies Beatrice had made. “I thought you didn’t like cookies anymore?” Beatrice smirked. “I never said that,” Stefan replied dryly, taking a bite as fast as he could before Dorothy appeared and began teasing him. The day passed quickly, and it was already evening—almost time for the Buzzmeet event. Beatrice assisted Dorothy in her gown. Dorothy was dressed in a fitted silver long dress with a split exposing a little of her thigh. Glass heels supported the dress,