Stuck Beauty A Misadventure Novels & Stories

“Adrian is not whom you think he is.” Stacey’s breath caught. Her hand trembled. Her heart sank. And suddenly.... that unease feeling made terrifying sense.

"Oh look! Your boyfriend came with us anyway," Stacy announced as Bruno approached their table. "He is not my boyfriend," Beauty replied. Tim wasn't impressed by Bruno's presence as he took a seat beside Beauty. "Sorry, since you joined us, may I know your name?" Stacy asked, her smiling eyes focused on Bruno. "The famous Bruno Hathaway. Feel free to give him a shot," Beauty sneered. Beauty didn't raise her face or make any move to acknowledge his presence. She was pissed at how desperate Bruno was to get her to take him back into her life.

A smile graced her features as she mumbled an apology for causing him stress, increasing her pace until she got lost in the crowd. Phoebe stared back again but Adam was nowhere in sight. Glad that she'd lost him in the crowd, she ran some more distance just to be safe. Having no idea of where she was, Phoebe ran into the restaurant she saw in front of her. She was met with the scrutinizing eyes of people who stared down at her like she was a crazy woman. Looking down at herself, she finally found out the reason for their stares.

The big man up there must really love me despite my shortcomings. Daisy Drewmoore fell right into my lap. Technically, barged into my brother’s house but no one’s counting technicalities. What mattered was her. She looked so… peaceful. A hundred times more beautiful up close. I knew I shouldn’t be here. Caleb will flip out if he found me here. But like every single thing I get obsessed with… I couldn’t help myself. My fingers stretched before I could think about it, brushing off a stray strand. She ruffled in the sheets, I froze. Then slowly, her lashes fluttered open.

The Ferris wheel was still moving slowly, and her head had been forced outside the cabin. “Save me! She’s going to kill me! Please!” The maid player cried out to me for help. I glanced up. A metal support beam was about to swing past her head. Meanwhile, the NPC was still letting out a low, eerie laugh. I rushed forward and kicked the NPC away. Then I grabbed the maid player and pulled her back inside. The NPC tried to come after us, but I slammed the cabin door shut. Get lost. Still trying to chase us? “We were forced into this hide-and-seek game too,” the maid player sobbed. “But they’re trying to kill us one by one.”

It showed off my abs, was sexy, but still said I will kick your ass if needed. “So, how did I do?” Stacy’s voice was seeping in from the small crack in the frame. “Actually, not bad.” Opening the door, she looked me up and down and nodded. “Perfect. Fix your makeup and let’s go.” She was wearing a jean shirt with a T-shirt tied at the waist. “How are you holding up?” I glanced at her in the mirror. She was playing with her fingernails. “Better since I found Beau.” “He is a great guy. I’m glad you guys are mates. You both deserve all the happiness.”

Beneath the carved warning, four crude tally marks stood out. After a moment's thought, I took the utility knife and carved another stroke into my skin. Searching my pockets, I found a folded scrap of paper… and a few more hidden in the corners of my room. [The monster is tampering with my memory. Trust no one. Not even myself.] [The monster's cycle isn't endless. If you can't escape within a set number of loops, you will die. Permanently.]

Mr Whitemere asked softly, disturbed by the noise. Scarlett sighed and answered. “What is it?” she snapped the moment she picked up. “Did you see the video?” Stella asked urgently. “Which video?” Scarlett replied, trying hard not to explode. She was furious at Stella, but she held back. Stella was Adrian’s sister. Her future sister-in-law. “That crippled Elowen is trending online,” Stella said quickly, panic in her voice. “She’s acting in a movie.” “What?!” Scarlett shouted as she sat up straight on the couch, shock flooding her face.

While he carried the bowls to the sink, Sade leaned closer to me. "You look different," she said. "Like you are not waiting for something to go wrong." I glanced at Damian. He was listening to Mother explain why the bowls needed soaking, and he was following every instruction. "I am still scared," I admitted. "Of trusting that happiness can stay." Sade reached across the table. "You do not have to stop being careful. Just do not let what Daniel did decide what Damian is allowed to become." Later, Damian and I walked to the beach. The wind was gentle, and the sand was still cool beneath our feet. He stopped where the ceremony would take place.

At a gathering with friends, my boyfriend, Donovan McPherson, suggested we play a game of “I Have, Have You?” The winner would get to make one request of him. Everyone there knew I had been trying to get him to make me, Celeste Campbell, Mrs. McPherson for five years, and for as long he had not obliged. Now they all assumed he was giving me a chance. So, tacitly aligned, everyone held back to let me win. But his childhood sweetheart, Lily Kensington, would not relent. “Donovan watched the first snowfall with me. “He gave me a scarf he knitted with his own hands. “The tattoo on his wrist is my initials. “His passenger seat is permanently adjusted to fit my height.” After those four, I had onl