Book Beautiful Disaster Novels & Stories

She dumped a tray full of food on my lap and warned, "Don't take them in an empty stomach. You will have ulcers if you do that. Have rest today love, I'm going to the restaurant." I nodded with gratitude and kissed her on both cheeks. She grinned and waved me goodbye. I was left alone with my thoughts and dread. I had my breakfast and medicines. Soon after, my head started feeling like a stone and I layed down on the pillow, grabbing one of my favorite books from the nightstand. Gabrielle-Suzanne Barbot de Villeneuve's 'Beauty and The Beast.' Sighing, I opened the page, where I left off from.

"Only one way to prove that." "Careful, wife." I warned, my voice low and teasing. "I always rise to a challenge." She laughed softly, her gaze falling to the book she’d closed. "Do you know what this book’s about?" I glanced at the title again, pretending to think. "A family, right? Something about poverty and resilience?" She nodded, seeming a bit surprised though she had found the book in the beach house, probably assuming I've never read it. "It’s about overcoming tough beginnings and finding beauty in broken places. It’s sad but also hopeful." Her voice softened and she looked thoughtful.

She stepped down from the car, looking around, she asked him for her friend's Tina and Bella, he ignored her. “Come on,” he held out his hand towards her. She held a deep breath, a moment of silence stretched between them, as they walked into the church. Aria revealed her eyes by lowering her sunglasses very slowly. People gasped when they recognized her. Their stares pierced through her like she was being stabbed. Despite the stares, Aria maintained her composure and walked forward with raised chin. Her damaged skin showed both an unnatural color and an unbalanced texture. Aria showed her original beauty on one side of her face but the other side revealed the permanent marks of her nightmar

Introduction: Black housewife finds young white stud at bookstore. Read and enjoy.... ********** "Hi, may I help you find something?" I ask as I approach a strikingly beautiful woman looking around the bookstore. "Yes," she smiles at me. "I'm looking for books on orgasms." She says it so matter-of-factly that it catches me off guard. Or maybe it's her exquisite eyes, deep brown with an almost oriental look, coupled with her mahogany complexion that makes me catch my breath.

Scarlett asked as she shook out her cup, dumped it on the dish rack, and wiped her hands on the front of her pyjama pants. "I wish I didn't have to," Marybeth said as she dropped to the floor. She crossed her legs, looked through the bookcase, and reached for the bottom stack of books, all classics—Othello, Merchant of Venice, Midnight Summer's Dream, Macbeth…all the good stuff that had firmly cemented William Shakespeare's place in her heart. "Fine, I'll dedicate the downward dog in your honour." Scarlett made a face as she ambled down the hall to her room.

I raised it and motioned it sideways. She kept her smile on her face and finally bid goodbye. She closes the door gently and my eyes kept staring at the bookmark. I just love the quote that was printed on it. "Not all people in your life are meant to stay." I put down the bookmark over my desk and exhaled heavily as thoughts of Audrey kissing that man invades my head. I relaxed my back on my chair and massaged my temples. My phone rings and instantly got the email from Maria. I thoroughly stare at the photos that were sent to me and zoomed in to check if it was Audrey. And damn it sure was her.

The kitchen was far from silent—the wind outside whispered through the open window, tousling his already unruly hair and adding to his ethereal allure. It was such a fucking cruel irony. He was breathtakingly beautiful. So enchanting and tempting. Yet, I couldn't allow myself to succumb to him again. He was a beautiful disaster—a force that had already shattered me once, and I couldn't afford to be broken again—it'd fucking ruin me.

Astra’s pov: “Ugh…this pain. It just won’t leave me alone!” I pounded my palm on my head and closed my eyes. A thought had been gnawing on my mind for the last couple of weeks. I reached out for the glass of water on the table beside me. My hands shook and the glass dropped with a huge crash. Pieces of sharp glass remained shattered on the wet floor. I stepped into the pool of water. An especially large piece of glass was right in front of me, its sharp edge pointing right at my toe. I continued to stare at it as if I expected it to move away from me on its own.

My homeworks is easy so I would have time to read this again. I arrange my things and start reading the books I had for my first homework. I was so invested in what I was doing, I jotted down notes that I thought were important, highlighted quotes and put tabs on the book. I reviewed all the information I have but it felt like it wasn't enough. I tried to read again but something keeps bothering me. It was a weird feeling. I never felt this feeling after I forced her out of my life. I think something will happen at the party. I brushed the thought and decided to read the mythology book. My favorite story is about Hades and Persephone and Cupid and Psyche. I think the reason why I like the Cu

“Hello, sweetheart. Aunt Willa can’t wait to hold you.” “I think this kid is thrilled to see you.” I chuckled. “I’m so excited. How’s the room decoration going on?” “Still working on it.” I noticed a new painting. A mysterious woman on a beautiful landscape in the sunset. “That’s beautiful.” “Really?” She blinked. I saw the gaiety in her eyes. “Yeah. It’s the quietness, the contentment, and the beauty that is represented in the landscape and the sunset, of course. The woman is happy in her life.”