Books Similar Beautiful Disaster Novels & Stories

Cross out my boyfriend who is unfortunately not here with me, missing the amazing place. The wind is blowing pretty kind of strong that's messing up my hair but it felt warm against my skin. The picturesque view of the beach as it calmly wets the shore, is astoundingly beautiful. It's so peaceful here and I just couldn't find any words to hate this place because this is a piece of paradise. Far from the busy streets of New York. Far from pollution. Far from the media. Far from everyone who wants to butt in into our lives.

"They're pulling back. Boss wants everyone accounted for." Mrs. Bianchi rose immediately, ushering the two younger staff members toward the door, and Elena followed, her legs unsteady beneath her, the adrenaline that had carried her this far finally beginning to ebb into something closer to exhaustion. The upper floors, when she reached them, told their own story, shattered glass along one entire wing of windows, furniture overturned, the particular acrid smell of gunpowder still hanging thick in the air despite the house's careful ventilation.

Taking in the disarray of my home, he couldn't help but ask, "Bro, were you trying to turn the place upside down?" "Lawrence… all six million in my accounts is gone…" "What? Are you kidding?" As I slowly calmed down, I explained to Lawrence what happened the previous night—the purchase of the health supplements, my passionate evening with a celebrity-level beauty, and how Nancy had given me an aromatherapy massage that put me to sleep. Lawrence's eyes widened after he heard my story. He exclaimed, "Winston, you might have fallen for a health supplement scam!" "A scam?"

I threw books, papers, whatever I could find, until his pristine office looked like a war zone. The noise was deafening, the destruction nothing more than a release for the storm inside me, but it wasn’t enough. Nothing would ever be enough until I knew Willow was safe. Until I could feel her in my arms, know that she was okay, that she was alive and breathing in this world where the monsters I had been born into were hell-bent on destroying everything good.

Brixtius turns and starts walking down the corridor; little Eurydice ran down. I follow him down the dim hallway. I immediately glimpse at the paintings on the wall. Mostly the scenes are of the gods, playing havoc on Olympus. There are some paintings of everyday life. Men and women are working the fields, eating the bounty of the land, and enjoying each other's company. What grabs me the most is the vivid colors and lifelike detail. It saddens me to know these pictures will soon be destroyed when Vesuvius blows her stack. As if the thought disturbed the sleeping giant. The walls and floor start to shake. The tremor only lasts a few seconds, but it's enough to spur me into action.

The lights were too bright, and for a fleeting second, her practiced smile faltered. “Nora,” the interviewer began — a woman with hair so precise it might’ve been carved, and a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “It’s been two years since The Paper House — your third novel, the one that cemented your reputation in psychological thrillers. A runaway hit, optioned for film before it even left the bestseller list. A phenomenal success. Yet… we’re still waiting for book four. Your fans are eager.”

"If I die, the library burns. Every world, every person, every memory... it all goes dark. Is that what you want? To be the one who ends everything?" "If the world is a prison you built to watch us suffer, then let it burn!" I screamed. I lunged across the desk. I didn't go for his throat. I went for the ledger. I grabbed the book and ripped the pages out. "No!" the man shrieked. As the pages tore, the library began to shake. The books on the shelves started to scream. Outside the windows, I saw the city flickering. The white emptiness was being replaced by a swirling storm of colors.

Catalina was overwhelmed with Stefan words, it was evident from her teary eyes, she clutched Stefan hand and nodded her in agreement…. Stefan placed a gentle kiss on her hand before standing up and turning to me “Lets go” I nodded and turned to Catalina “Although you don’t know anything about me, I can tell you this one thing that….we share similar pain… I know it’s wrong for me to say this but… things will change for better…until then take care of yourself…” I said in calm tone and Catalina looked at me with eyes as if she was looking through my soul “After so many years…. You two came asking about that monster…. I.. I don’t know why and what is going on here, but I can only warn you to be

We can't always get what we want. Shifting through the shelves at the furthest part of the library, Zara scroll through all the books she has read in the past. When a sudden grip made her hiss in pain, she was ready to turn and unleash hell upon the rude individual for hurting her until she stops in her track the moment she lay eyes on Abram. He looked like a mess. His beard was longer than usual. His eyes red like he haven’t slept for a long time and his hair was ruffled like he had comb it with his fingers many times.

And she couldn't get enough of him. I wish he could stay all day, and what? wake up Blair, he's a cop. You need to keep your distance... "I will go, and yes... you're holding me back, in a good way Blair. I like it. Text me okay?" His words made her happy, she was feeling like one of those characters that she would read on her kindle. She was a sucker for romance books, her marriage was supposed to be her ever after as the books had recited over and over again. But it was her tragedy, there won't be a happy ending with her. Not even with Ian.