The Book Beautiful Disaster Novels & Stories

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My living had been turn upside down, and my staffs stood there powerlessly, there faces buried toward the ground. Jax was sitting on the sofa facing the entrance, holding a book I had left on the table earlier before going out. I walked forward and the damages got clearer; vases broken across the floor, and one of my favorite portraits shattered to the ground, with its frame resting by the wall. “The Unwelcome One,” he read from the book’s cover, slowly. “By Martin Crowns.” He looked up, at me, and I walked closer to him. “What’s the deal with you? Why causing all this mess in my abode?” I said slowly and my voice shaking—like I’d poured all my seriousness into that statement.

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.

Do you want to go get something to eat? "No, I don't want to bother you." "No, it's bothering you. You paid for the ice cream, now it's my turn, let's go." Axel got up from the bench. "Okay, fine." She got up too. Alicia walked beside him as he finished the ice cream. They arrived at a restaurant, and when they entered, it was a beautiful place. Its windows had stained-glass windows with beautiful flowers, which let in a lot of light. "Woah! It's beautiful, isn't it?"

Flashback: "I'm jealous. I'm jealous, Zoey. I'm always fucking jealous and I fucking hate it." -End of Flashback- The way Dionysus uttered those words was so intense, full of emotions and Zoey was left unmoving and speechless for a few moments even after Dionysus had already vanished and wasn't in front of her anymore. Zoey pulled out some clean clothes from her bag to change into the lavish bathroom of that private suite. Once done, she sat on the sofa adjacent to Zamantha and made herself comfortable. Zoey tried reading a book that she also brought to pass time. She was already on chapter twenty two in the book but as Zoey started reading it again, she kept repeating the same sentence of t

8. "Okay," Elion said. "Here's one from User BookWorm99. Five stars." "Read it." "This book destroyed me," Elion read. "I cried for three days. My mom asked if I was okay. Cale is the most tragic, beautiful character I've ever read. I want a Cale. Where do I find a Cale? Does A****n sell him?" Cale blinked. He looked genuinely confused. "She wants a Cale?" Cale asked.

She shook her head again, but there was no disbelief in it, just curiosity. “Still… I believe her. Not because it sounds perfect, but because it sounds messy real underneath all that fire. The fear, the obsession, the way it sticks with you after the moment is over… that part? That’s real.” Chloe ran her thumb along the edge of the diary, quieter now. “Some people survive disasters and forget them,” she murmured. “Others walk out of them carrying something… or someone… that changes everything.” She closed her eyes briefly, then opened them with a small spark of anticipation.

We stared at each other. The logical part of my brain was screaming. Run. This man is dangerous. He just killed three people. He could kill you too. I should have been shaking harder. Screaming. Running toward the stairs, the exit, anywhere away from him. But my feet wouldn’t move. My body wouldn’t listen. He was the most dangerous thing I had ever seen. Like a predator. Like violence given a human body. Like death walking around wearing skin. And somehow—somehow—he was also the most beautiful.

It was a great opportunity to past time and reading, the ability to hide her self from the wolf and exist in her own make believe realm brings her peace. She had read so many books in her home that she didn't have anymore material to read from so visiting the old bookstore which kept thousands of book in Dzimara sounds like a great plan. For her that is. Entering the bookshop with green building, cracks and mould on the wall made her excited. Histories, old literatures, vintage novel pique her interest. She was a bookworm through and through and not that she likes to brag but Ariadne was so sure that she had read thousands of book just in the span of a year. Reading to her had became an obse