Book Beautiful Disaster Novels & Stories

”Anything ,you say”He smiled and she felt his lips on hers immediately . She tried pushing him away but he is more stronger than her .She suddenly felt sick . He continued kissing her and she just stood there like a log of wood not reciprocating neither is she moving . He broke from the kiss and touched her face .She couldn’t see his face because there is no light in the room . “You know you really are a beautiful girl .I think I like you already “He smirked . She scrunch her face is disgust . “Just let me go !”She pleaded weeping .

My living had been turn upside down, and my staffs stood there powerlessly, there faces buried toward the ground. Jax was sitting on the sofa facing the entrance, holding a book I had left on the table earlier before going out. I walked forward and the damages got clearer; vases broken across the floor, and one of my favorite portraits shattered to the ground, with its frame resting by the wall. “The Unwelcome One,” he read from the book’s cover, slowly. “By Martin Crowns.” He looked up, at me, and I walked closer to him. “What’s the deal with you? Why causing all this mess in my abode?” I said slowly and my voice shaking—like I’d poured all my seriousness into that statement.

The injured girl clutched her head, screaming in panic. "Help! She's trying to kill me!" Blood started streaming down from her scalp. For a moment, everyone froze. However, Janet had the upper hand then, and she did not stop. She grabbed the girl by the hair and slammed her head against the table again and again. Seeing things spiral out of control, even the rich heir started to panic. "Security! Where's security?" He rushed forward, trying to pull Janet away. However, Janet had completely lost it. She grabbed another bottle and swung it straight at his head.

before entering another room filled with machines. “What is this?” Eva asked giving the book to Everest. “This was brought to the library just recently, it’s called ‘The birth of disaster’.”

"You can't replace it! No amount of money could replace that book!" Vespera angrily shook off Alaric's grip, marched to the curb, and hailed a taxi. As she sped off towards the publishing house, Alaric jumped in his car and followed at a distance. He watched her go inside, then emerge about fifteen minutes later looking dejected before catching another cab. Curious, Alaric went into the publishing house and stopped an employee. "What was that girl here for?" "Her book was damaged. She wanted to know if we could fix it, but it was torn to shreds. The binding was wrecked, pages missing—there's no way to repair something like that!"

Damian quickly questioned. Belle hid both the book and the paper behind her back. Fortunately she had done it quick enough and her dress had been big enough to hide the book from Damian’s sight. “Yes, I did,” Belle looked at Damian and raised her eyebrows, “What’s wrong, Damian? Why do you look so worried?” “Please, do not leave all of a sudden like that ever again,” Damian begged, his voice and face was colored in nervousness. Belle understood his worries came from the trauma of finding Rachel dying, making her heart weighed with guilt.

I tore her apart, shredded the trust she gave me and burned down everything we've built together. I sit in the wreckage of my office, phone still clutched in my hand. The silence presses in, broken only by the sound of my ragged breathing. Everything in this room is nothing but ruin, just like me. Losing Beatrice, it's a pain that burrows deep and eats me alive from the inside out.

Nothing happened, as a matter of fact. She peeled one eye open at first, surprised to notice him standing before her with another book in his hand. Intently peering down at her. "I believe this will also be of your taste," he gently offered it to her, patiently waiting for her to take it. She could feel her cheeks heating up, growing a little embarrassed by her own childish reactions. Eros and Psyche, the title read as she lowered her gaze to the book in his hand, making her shift it back up to peer into his hypnotic blue eyes.