Book Beautiful Disaster Novels & Stories

" - suzangill ... Wear your battle scars, not as a flaw but an ornament. And see them shine even brighter than gold and diamonds. Mold your weaknesses into your strength, To become the best version of the scarred beauty of yourself. .... The End .... Thank you so much for being with me on this beautiful journey. Your love, comments and votes on this book have meant the world to me. I wish you all nothing but happiness and success in life. Take care! Love you all. Your dear author, Suzan❤️

Yet, ever since she came here it is like she can not get warm. “Oh.” Adam says and Bella feels a little judged, so she quickly tells him “The movie is based off of a book series by Anne Rice called the Vampire Chronicles. I love this series because I am half in love with the main character Lestat. So I watch the movies sometimes when the mood strikes me.” “Movies? As in plural?” Adam asks her and she nods. “Yep. The sequel is Queen Of The Damned. It is pretty good too, but the first one is my favorite.”

She's a flirt! "Calm down, Beauty. Don't let the fake news and articles about them destroy you," my sister Amalia said. She is holding a plate that is loaded with food once again. I heaved a desperate sigh, and my eyes were like daggers on the TV where Beatrice's profile was still on. "You are beautiful, Beauty. The most beautiful of them all," she said, sounding like the mirror character in the Snowhite movie. "Oh my god! Look at you. Yes!" she jumped like a lunatic.

I didn't know how to rest. I watched her approach. She was shivering, though the night air was thick and humid. Her arms were wrapped tight around her midsection, a defensive posture. Her makeup was smudged—black mascara tracks cutting through the heavy foundation she wore like war paint. This was the Disaster Daughter. The girl who had nearly burned down the White House with her carelessness. The girl who was going to be my Queen, whether she liked it or not. She looked like a child playing dress-up in a corpse’s clothes. And yet, there was a spark in her eyes. A defiance that hadn't been extinguished by the blackmail or the betrayal. It was irritating. It was distracting.

And Eric? Eric was beginning to panic too. He’d seen the way Jason looked at him before the trip. If he remembered— No. That couldn’t happen. Beauty turned around, grabbed the wine glass on the table, and hurled it across the room. It shattered against the wall like everything she had been building. The scandal of the millennium was spiraling out of her hands. And for the first time, Beauty Rivas was afraid.

The other girls gasped in delight as the man was not the same as a prince, but a King. "What are you doing?" Dion looked around and found that mixed with the music and noise, the video of the HMT party was being played. It showed the exact moment he announced his relationship with his wife and the following events. Suddenly the camera focused on Thea's face. Dion noticed how she was getting pale by the second as she was trying to contain her sadness. "I proposed to give you a party for finally ditching that woman!"

Warm palms, his thumb moving slightly, and I couldn't convince myself it was the champagne or the chandelier light or the weight of everyone watching us. BookTok has done irreversible damage to my brain. All it takes is one dangerous man, a hand at my waist and a low voice telling me to ‘follow his lead’ for my common sense to pack a suitcase and leave without saying goodbye. I pull the sheet over my head, giving myself exactly three seconds of mortified delight, then drag it back off and stare at the water stain on the ceiling. It looks vaguely like Ohio. My apartment feels smaller than it did yesterday morning. Reality presses down with the weight of poor construction and decades-old pipes

There’s no use thinking this time will be any fucking different. Finally arriving, I step off the train and onto the platform, braving the storm brewing above me as I make my way to the bookstore. I spot the flickering “OPEN” sign hanging above the door, swaying in the heavy wind that whips the cold rain against my body, making me break out with a shiver that slowly travels along my spine. And that’s when I see her. She’s fucking breathtaking, even with her dark hair matted in wet strands over her head. She opens the door and walks into the bookstore, safe from the torrential rain that’s drowning the small town. And for the first time in my entire fucking life, I’m anxious and excited to ven

Jessi replied. Beauty closed her eyes in despair. How will I survive this? How can I be in the same room with him? This is horrifying to my self-control! Exciting! But still not a good idea.

"Are you kidding me? Why would a CEO of a big company have a crush on me? Hello, I look ugly with my scar. No one will like me." Debra shook her head. "You are wrong. If your scar disappears completely you will look beautiful just like you always are, and men will line up to date you. I'm not joking. I'm telling you the truth." I smiled. "Once my beauty is fully restored to its former glory, my life will turn upside down again. It's better this way, I enjoy peace and stability."