The Book Beautiful Disaster Novels & Stories

"My shy, quiet, would n't-hurt-a-fly best friend. The woman who used to blush if a man held a door open for her. You have a mafia boss, a golden retriever billionaire, AND your ex-fiancé wrapped around your finger at the same time? Three of the most powerful, attractive men in this city, and they're all tripping over each other trying to get to you?" "I didn't plan this!" "Nobody plans this! This is the kind of thing that happens in movies, Evelyn. Bad movies. Movies with terrible dialogue and shirtless men on the cover." "Belle, I'm serious. This is a disaster." "Oh, it's absolutely a disaster." She was still grinning, but her eyes had softened. "A beautiful, spectacular, once-in-a-lifetime

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

She snatched the book from Zahir. That was the first time I was having a clearer look at the book, “but it’s so beautiful… Can I see it?” “S-sure. Here,” she handed me the book. As soon as I touched the books, there was a sharp pain in my head. My ears went numb for a few seconds, but in those few seconds I heard agonising screams, screeches that could tear a soul, cries for help, shouts all mixed and ringing in my head. Some strange images flashed in front of my shut eyes of something that looked like a massacre.

A BEAUTIFUL THING TO RUIN BOOK 1 Intro; Elisa Moretti is a foreign student in Italy living on borrowed time, her education, her visa, her future are all tied to a fragile sponsorship. When it is suddenly withdrawn, her carefully built life begins to collapse in silence. Niccolò Valmonti notices her at a formal event weeks earlier. She doesn’t belong in his world, and he knows he has no business wanting something he could ruin but that is exactly why he thinks she belongs with him.

"Only one way to prove that." "Careful, wife." I warned, my voice low and teasing. "I always rise to a challenge." She laughed softly, her gaze falling to the book she’d closed. "Do you know what this book’s about?" I glanced at the title again, pretending to think. "A family, right? Something about poverty and resilience?" She nodded, seeming a bit surprised though she had found the book in the beach house, probably assuming I've never read it. "It’s about overcoming tough beginnings and finding beauty in broken places. It’s sad but also hopeful." Her voice softened and she looked thoughtful.

“Remember when we went boat riding?” “Yeah. Why?” “I never had fun in a long time, and you were just gorgeous, but having a constant hard-on and you in yellow swimsuits didn’t just help my case.” “I’m still in yellow swimsuits, but with a growing belly, and soon will have stretchmarks all over my tummy, my thighs, my ass, and my boobs. Not beautiful anymore.” I let go of a shaky sigh. I paid attention to her shoulders. “You will always be beautiful even with imperfections. You will always be beautiful with the marks of your sacrifices of bearing our child. I will never disregard that.”

he said and smiled. I just slightly nooded at him. "There's no use of covering it. Just order something for me. I'm hungry. I haven't had breakfast yet. Also, get Colleen Hoover's 'It ends with us' book for me, please. " Many people say that the book is a sad story, so I will try it. I really like novels with a sad theme. Maybe because I've experienced sadness and pain in my life, that's why I have the same taste when it comes to books.

"Mom, what did that ungrateful bastard say to you? She used a kindness as leverage, slandered Lily, and even declared in front of the cameras that she wanted to sever ties with us. It's a good thing that Lily taught her a lesson! That way, she'll stop causing trouble all the time!" Grandma's right hand, which was holding the phone, began to tremble. She frowned, unable to understand what on earth was happening. "Is this what you mean by Lily teaching Laura a lesson? Laura's right arm is fractured, and there's a hole in her head! If I hadn't rushed back after seeing the news about the fire, she might have died on the pavement!"

“And danger calls to danger.” Then he was gone. Like mist. Like a ghost. Like a fever dream. And I was left gripping the book like my life depends on it, my body on fire. This wasn’t just an attraction. This wasn’t even lust. It was a slow descent into something wicked and beautiful and doomed. And I was already falling. I decided to go back to the kitchen and find something cold to drink to make me cool down because I was going to blow up with the way I was fuming inside.

When everything failed all these years with too much betrayals, so many deep and dirty secrets that were revealed and massive amounts of unforgivable lies that all of us have been through, I still consider them as pieces that were beautiful despite being the ugliest things that I have ever been through in my entire life. They were those kinds of moments that I would still consider beautiful despite the ugliness in it because those ugliness wouldn't help us in achieving something so beautiful that even I didn't expect would still happen. It's still beautiful in such a way that it helped me finally reach the end of something that I had with Hugo long ago that was suppose to be beautifully unfi