The Book Beautiful Disaster Novels & Stories

I shrug. There’s something that the three years of sleepless nights on the itchy mattress of my six-by-eight room have helped me conclude; every pain and every pleasure in life is necessary. It has shaped me to become the man I am today. I am not the best but, I am not the worst either. There is beauty in being battered and being battered is what makes everyone beautiful. “Want to talk about Celeste?” Dr. Sean Evans, the fifty-five-year-old psychologist, smirks like a teenage girl eager to gossip with his best friend.

Noah gave me a flat look but didn't hide his amusement, "Nope. I am sticking with cheese and only cheese because I don't like pineapple on pizza." I smiled lightly, looking away from Noah. I didn't fail to notice the confused look he gave me when I went quiet but instead of asking me, he changed the subject which I was grateful for. "A Thousand Splendid Suns?" Noah asked, nodding to the book that was in my lap. I looked at the book, nodded as I looked at Noah, "Dad's got a huge library. I found a random book and started it." "It's a good book," he shrugged.

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?"

She paused, taken aback by Arielle’s sudden enthusiasm. “Even if it means Mom crying all night,” Estelle chimed in from across the room, rolling her eyes dramatically. Crystal shot her a mock glare and defended herself. “You don’t understand the beauty of a good book. So what if it’s sad? If the author can move you to ugly tears, it means they have written something truly special.” She turned back to Arielle, her expression softening. “That’s what makes this book so good.” “I couldn’t agree more,” Arielle said, nodding fervently. Her eyes sparkled with admiration. “Maa, have you tried Chains of Desires by the same author? If you loved this one, there are so many others you’d enjoy!”

Astra’s pov: “Ugh…this pain. It just won’t leave me alone!” I pounded my palm on my head and closed my eyes. A thought had been gnawing on my mind for the last couple of weeks. I reached out for the glass of water on the table beside me. My hands shook and the glass dropped with a huge crash. Pieces of sharp glass remained shattered on the wet floor. I stepped into the pool of water. An especially large piece of glass was right in front of me, its sharp edge pointing right at my toe. I continued to stare at it as if I expected it to move away from me on its own.

After dinner, I joined Thomas on the back porch as our parents talked in the living room. "What happened to you at the lake? You suddenly disappeared." "Oh. I just decided to take a walk home." "By yourself?" "I just wanted some alone time." "Well I'm glad you're okay." "I actually want to talk to you about something." "What is it?" "I know that there is something..strange going on." "What do you mean?" "I'm talking about the beast." Thomas's expression turned serious. "Oh. That." "What is it?" "Things have changed since you left."

After the trip, I’ll think of what to call you that’s not ‘diary’ or ‘journal’. So, yeah, I’m still your girl, with a tinge of delusion and anger, Nectar Diza Lupin. PLAYLIST. Golden Brown (Elliot Sutton) Slowed Best Part – The Very Last Dance. The End. APPRECIATION. I just want to say a big thank you to all the readers who have seen my book worthy of their time; who have spent coins and voted for the books. Thank you for reaching this stage, and for finally saying goodbye to this book baby of mine with me.

Things got quiet for a while, Leo ordered lunch for all of us, and we got served in only a few minutes, now that the whole buzz and headache have passed, I was starving, so I dag right in, enjoying the healthy meal for a change from all the fast food I've been having in my college. And then a woman appeared. Not flashy, not threatening, but confident, light laughter, sun-kissed hair, she leaned casually toward Alexander, speaking in his ear. My stomach sank in a way that made no sense. He didn't react at first. But then I saw it, the slightest lift of an eyebrow, a minimal shift of the hand, and she took the signal, she got off him, she walked away, her ass shaking as she moved in a suggesti

I don't want to leave you hanging so I will explain how I planned on ending this book as well as those on Good Novel The Beautiful Silence, My Famous Mate, and The Werewolf Kings Mistress. His Young Luna- So with this story we were actually close to the end anyways. Sampson and Odessa were going to finally mark each other. During her Luna ceremony Edward and Angela were going to attack with their new pack. Of course a big fight was going to ensue with Sampson and Odessa winning and living happily ever after.

The kitchen was far from silent—the wind outside whispered through the open window, tousling his already unruly hair and adding to his ethereal allure. It was such a fucking cruel irony. He was breathtakingly beautiful. So enchanting and tempting. Yet, I couldn't allow myself to succumb to him again. He was a beautiful disaster—a force that had already shattered me once, and I couldn't afford to be broken again—it'd fucking ruin me.