All The Ugly And Wonderful Things Audiobook Novels & Stories

Read my books which include. -Ugly and Insecure. -My roommate wants a piece of me. -The rejected nagin. Thanks.

Both the pre-ruin and the post-ruin, I wasn't ready for any of it. My movements came to a halt when my gaze flitted across the street and landed on the poster of the new Fantasy series I had been waiting on; All the Beautiful Things. It was a trilogy. All the beautiful things are red, All the beautiful things are gold, and All the beautiful things are black. It was more like Romantasy actually. A wide grin crept up my face and I looked sideways, before slipping towards the bookstore even though I knew there was no car in sight. Volxe bookstore.

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.

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

“Nope. I’m comfortable just as I am. Right here. Beside you.” I groaned in frustration. “What do you want, Chaise Anderson? Are you really that desperate to make somebody’s life a living hell?” “You see… that. You have this opinion of me that I want to change,” he said seriously. “I’m not all that bad, if you gave me a chance, Alice.” I shook my head. “Whatever for?” I shut my book, gathered my things and started to leave. “Alibri Bookshop,” he said. I turned to him and raised a brow.

here I was drowning myself in self-pity. What was worse was the fact that my fiance had severely injured my mother over something that could have been handled by the authorities which now was something I could no longer use due to my fiance being the center of the damage control that was to take place if the police were to be involved. From floating on air to crashing face first into the sidewalk of misfortune I found myself lost/confused and hurt beyond measure from all of those I once held close to my heart. I felt alone and confused about what I should do next with José, would I forgive him for what he has done? Could I ever forgive her or him...was I capable of being sympathetic to eith

No more looking back. Outside, the sky cracked open. Rain poured down in wild, merciless sheets. But I did not turn back. I pulled the suitcase behind me, one hand gripping Sophie tight against my chest. I was soaked in seconds. Hair plastered to my face. Water in my shoes. But I kept walking. Because this was not the end. This was the beginning, of rediscovery. Of healing. Of knowing my worth. And the storm could not touch that.

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.

She learned more or less about design psychology, and from the interior design of Adam's apartment, Yara was able to underline Adam's character which was still very clear and cold. With the dominance of black and adopting a minimalist design, the apartment really feels cold. There were no decorations or ornaments that decorated the apartment, as if the apartment was only used for sleeping, not for living. Yara plopped down on the sofa, then stretched her legs while sipping the ice vanilla latte that she had bought before she went up to Adam's unit. Suddenly Yara chuckled as she remembered how she asked her parents for permission and how she was going to make Adam pay for what he did.

I have another ongoing book. "Ugly and insecure?you can try it as well. Thanks.