The Beautiful Lost Novels & Stories

Thalia and Helios study their brother with sorrowful eyes. "Six months ago he lost the love of his life in a car accident, he hasn't been the same since." Helios says. I watch him, finally seeing the grief on his face. His eyes are cold and empty, unfeeling. "What do you mean he's in the hospital!?" Bampás yelled. "How did this happen?... We'll be there." He hangs up the phone. A sick feeling fills my gut. Is it Basil?

Someone is doing this because they are trying to get to me, I'll make sure to behead whoever tried this nonsense. Diana is the best thing that has ever happened to me and I won't let anybody or anyone take her away from me, if I have to drive through the whole of Georgia to find Diana I'll do it. I sent Diana's picture to the special agent and continued my search. ****** "Where is the girl?" The head of the goons yelled. "We lost her" the goons fell to the floor and begged. "We are sorry, we chased her but she hid somewhere and that's how we lost her"

But it was all too late. She will become his obsession. His want. His need. The hell would freeze before he would let her go. And if anyone dared to take his Hoor away from him. There will be... CARNAGE. She will become his beautiful destruction.

Dear Readers, Thank you for taking this journey with Lost in Pain. From the first chapter to the final page, Aurora and Zane’s story has been one of ambition, desire, and the intricate dance between power and love. Short Summary: Lost in Pain is a story about Aurora Lupin, a brilliant and ambitious woman who finds herself drawn into the dangerous orbit of Zane Wilson — a man as powerful as he is irresistible. Navigating a world filled with corporate intrigue, temptation, and life-threatening challenges, Aurora learns to reclaim her strength, define her boundaries, and choose her own fire. At its heart, this novel explores the tension between passion and control, the resilience of the human s

When she’s through, she holds both of my shoulders. “Look at yourself and tell me how you look without ever being told that you were ugly,” Lovely tells me. Staring at myself, I erase all the hateful comments said to me by Addison and her mother, and slowly, I start to stop seeing myself as they saw me. I started touching my face, seeing how beautiful I am and have always been. “I don’t look like a wet rat,” I tell Lovely. “And you never were,” she responded. “Thank you for letting me know how beautiful I was.” I turned around to hug her.

The world thinks Seraphina is the luckiest woman alive. A famous supermodel and married to Maximilian Thorne, the richest man on earth. She lives in a mansion and wears diamonds every day. But behind closed doors, her life is a nightmare. Her husband treats her like a toy he can break. His two brothers and sister treat her like a servant. Even his mother joins in on the abuse. She has no one. No way out. Until the new bodyguard walks in. His name is Killian Cross. Six years ago, Seraphina was his whole world. Then she ran away, leaving him alone to raise their baby daughter. He spent every day for six years hating her. He didn't take this job or hide his identity to protect her, he took it

They mirrored him, staring back in horror as he stood, shaking off the wires and stale air as he went. "You can't go," they were crying in union as he slipped through the net. The net designed to keep him in was all the use of a chocolate tea pot. He laughed at their cries as he took flight, flying away from their cries for his return. "Please," they cried. "If you go we will be unprotected. WE ALL NEED YOU! We will die if you Goooooo!!!" He didn't even look back as they begged and pleaded. "She needs me more," he muttered, focused only on his one true love. Her. The one. Maika.

Victor threw a small crystal sphere onto the ground. It exploded into blinding white light. Beauty covered her eyes. The cavern shook violently. When her vision returned... Everything had changed. The battlefield was gone. The guardians. The lake. The throne. Alex. Everyone. Gone. Beauty stood alone in an endless white space. A little girl appeared before her. She couldn't have been older than eight. She had silver eyes. Long black hair. And she wore the same pendant Beauty had inherited from her mother. The child smiled sadly.

"You sound almost–" "Haughty, ungrateful, depreciative?" she cuts me off, unnerved, even though I was going to say exactly that. "One looks at a painting or a sunset or a cake and calls it beautiful. A human comes into sight, pleasing one's eye, and he or she is called beautiful too." "Your point?" "Our definition of beautiful is superficial and skin deep," she looks at her hand in the water. A tiny orange fish passes through the space between her slender fingers. A smile blesses Celeste's lips and my eyes. "It's more about what lies beneath the surface."

"Why are you staring at me like that?" "Because you're beautiful and I'm enjoying your sass." he says, and I blush even more, getting lost into his eyes. I don't know what it is about him, but I'm drawn to him. Not breaking eye contact, I say, "You're beautiful, too," I realize how stupid that sounded, so I attempt to recover, "I mean, uh, you're handsome, but not that you don't already know, okay, um," I am now even more red, severely embarrassed and stuttering profusely. "Shut up, now, Lesha." I tell myself, shaking my head, knowing that it's too late. I avert my eyes and look down, knowing I just ruined the moment, and embarrassed myself in front of the most handsome man I've ever had the