Novel & Cerita Devastating Beauty

Needing to understand. The destruction spread as far as I could see. Nothing was alive. Just death and decay and ruin. Some places looked slightly better than others but it was still terrible. What had happened here? What could cause this level of devastation? I walked through the wasteland. My beautiful garden dress dragging through ash and debris. My feet stumbling over broken stone. I walked until I reached a large deep hole.It was almost like a rift, and it was glowing slightly . A tear in reality itself. Colors that shouldn’t exist were bleeding through. Together with movements that made my eyes hurt.

Or the worst possibility is that l might die, which I strongly hoped it didn’t happen. She saw me jumping down to her, and I again witnessed a moment that rendered me to fall speechless—it was the moment where her supposedly dull face gleamed brightly the moment the thunder roared. Her pale face looks porcelain—free from any unwanted organisms. Apart from the severe eyebag that she tried to hide with some makeup—which, got washed away by th heavy droplets—the features of her face is perfect. As if, she’s someone non-existent. “Heather…” A word inadvertently escaped my still lips, unknowingly admired her beauty the time where she looked the most alive—in the moment where she almost ended her

Her weird sense of deja vu or call it whatever it was back. Suddenly it was her and the rich heiress in the room, it was as if her mind, a small voice was trying to tell her to remember. Only no recollections of Kimberly Cervantes came to mind no matter how hard she stared. "Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to share my sincerest gratitude for everyone who showed up today for this worthy cause. Remember by donating the little that-" She stopped and although Ruby was delusional at the moment, she could swear that Kimberly Cervantes was staring at her, a faint of recognition in her eyes before she uttered,

ZouMi lied through her teeth. How can she not be affected? How can she erase that memory of those lust full eyes, dirty hands on her body roaming? How can she erase that ruffling sound of herself underneath a hand, the pain in her throat? More over, how can she forget those eyes of people she meet showing displease, when she moves around smiling, trying hard to be normal, when they just want to prove, she isn't? Yet, she chose to live, a life which is worse than death. A life in which, you've to erase yourself for lust of others. A life, in which people judge you and treat you like you're nothing.

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.

That thought slices me in half, but the devastation doesn't weaken me. It fuels me. The sight, the knowledge—it doesn't diminish the hunger. It ignites it. Magnifies it until it's unbearable. I cage her in with my body. My lips crush against her, desperate and aching. My hips grind forward, my cock hard and throbbing, finding her heat as if guided by fate itself. I line myself up at her entrance, groaning against her lips, and whisper against her mouth, "You're so fucking beautiful."

The world is full of sadness and misery. "It is!" Alfi exclaimed. "The world is rotten. I always cry every time because of how cruel the world is. But, finally, I found the people I can believe in and they believe in me too. Now that I met them, I stop crying anymore. Finally, I found the beauty in this world of shit. That”s why... I don”t wanna die!!!" He added. "So you will defeat that shrimp-brain-rhino?" She added. "I”d love to, but I”m out of Iru and I can”t breathe." Alfi sighed.

She tilted her head, a soft look on her face. "When someone you love is dying, it is their dying not yours. You're still here and alive, it's your job to keep their memory alive because nobody wants to be forgotten. Being forgotten may be worse than dying." Tiffany's eyes narrowed in thought, "It's their dying, not yours." She repeated my words. "Morning will come, it has no choice. I read that somewhere. You have to find the beauty of it because your brother and Zac wouldn't want us to stop or give up. Just because we move on with life doesn't mean they don't live in our hearts, it just means that something happened and we continue living because that's how life works."

he slurs, looking right at me. Before I can answer, a woman appears;tall, thin, perfectly put together. Her face is beautiful but cold. “Adam.” Her voice could let hell loose. “Go to your room. Now.” He laughs bitterly. “Yes, Mother. Whatever you say, mother. I’m such a disappointment anyway, what’s one more….” “NOW!” Adam’s eyes lock on mine for one more moment and I see something there beneath the anger and alcohol. I can’t really explain. Then he’s gone, stumbling down the hallway.

I was just stunned by the absence as I recalled my beautiful dream. What is beauty in immortality?