Beetlejuice Script Novels & Stories

protest, but Juliette beat me to it. She was already calling out to Stephanie – who waved ecstatically back at her. And after a conversation with Kevin which ended with them making silly faces at each other, she headed over to where we were; told you they'd soon get into a fight. "Spongebob," she cheered when she reached us. "Hey, Beckham Joseph," I quipped, to which she giggled. Even her laughs were beautiful. I was still thinking cheesy thoughts when Juliette said, "well, I'll just leave you two alone now." She stretched the word, alone, staring meaningfully at me. "I'll just go set the mood." And shooting me a discreet wink, she went off. "The mood?" Stephanie echoed, obviously confu

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.

Bee was unable to judge what was going on around her but she could feel a really disturbing presence around her; Bee looked up and void slowly calming herself down. “Who is it? Is... Is anyone there.” Bee stammered, asking slowly at the void. Bee waited not for too long before she heard the noise of iron being scrapped on the floor; chills ran down her spine as he shrunk back to herself. She spoke again, asking for the identity of the person. The scraping was stopped and she was crashed with a wall of silence. It was when a voice as creepy as old rusted chains asking, “Me?” Bee could only nod as she was unable to spell out a word n fright. The unknown voice was mum for a period of second bef

" she exclaimed excitedly, holding up a clownfish she had found in the sea. Julius chuckled softly. 'So, it's a Nemo.' Bella scanned the area and saw a hollowed-out coconut. She poured mineral water into it and placed the fish she had found inside. Bella grabbed Julius's hand, pulling him up. "Don't be lazy! It's time to relax and have fun!" she said, coaxing Julius to play with her on the beach. Now it was Julius's turn to sulk. "Bella, come on. I'm not a child anymore. I don't want to play like you," he said.

he said hesitantly. Bella rolled her eyes. "Don't be a weenie! Drink!" She tossed back her shot and set her glass down hard on the table. "I just had déjà vlue," she slurred, giggling. "I mean vu!" She dissolved into laughter. "Bella, I think you've had enough," Luke said gently. "I don't think so," she retorted defiantly. Taking her chin and raising her eyes to his, "Baby girl…"

No one, not even Beelzebub, would stand in my way. As the clock struck 1:00 PM, I knew Beelzebub wouldn't be in his dorm. June had already prepared our essentials – clothes, food, money, and other necessities. We had even managed to steal the money and food without anyone noticing, a testament to our desperation and cunning. June entered my room with a big smile, whispering, "He's having a meeting now." "We can leave," she added, and I nodded, gathering my belongings in anticipation of our departure.

she said, rolling her eyes as Reese stared at her in disbelief. Lucy had been injected with sedative again as Beatrice wanted to focus solely on Reese. "This is why it isn't good to be selfish. Look at where it brought you. You have no one to help you now. I want these words to sink into your head, so that in your next life, you will be content with what you have and learn to share or sacrifice. It has to sink deep into her head.” She darted her gaze at Jasper. “Please just get this disgusting thing off the earth plane." Beatrice said, looking unbothered if her sister was going to be killed.

Then, the double doors swung open with a violent grace. ​Beatrice stood there, looking like an ice sculpture carved from a block of Chanel-scented arrogance. Her suit was a pale, clinical blue, and her hair was pulled back so tightly it seemed to sharpen the cruel lines of her face. She looked at Elara with a mixture of visceral disgust and genuine, wide-eyed shock. But when her gaze shifted downward and landed on Leo—who was currently giggling with a face half-smeared in maple syrup—the color drained from her skin until she looked like a ghost. ​"What is this... creature doing in my house?" Beatrice demanded. Her voice wasn't a scream; it was a low, trembling vibration of pure, unadulterate

"He doesn't make bridges until the sun comes up." ​"He was making it in his head," Lucas said, his small jaw setting into that rigid, flat line as he stepped onto the floor. He didn't look at Leo. He went straight to the corner of the rug where the blue toy truck sat, his fingers instantly catching the plastic bumper. ​Bella walked over to the table, her hand lifting the cornflake box off the legal document before the ink could smudge further. She didn't look at Dante, but her shoulder brushed against his coat sleeve as he stood up from the floor.

If he’s mad, he tells you. Life is uncomplicated when you’re seven. I wish I remembered what that felt like. For a little while, I actually relax. I get absorbed in whatever nonsense is happening on the screen. I forget where I am. Forget who’s upstairs. Forget— Footsteps. The sound instantly puts me on alert. My body stiffens before I can stop it. Don’t look. Don’t. Seriously, don’t— I look. Of course I do. Beckett is standing at the bottom of the stairs.