All The Ugly And Wonderful Things Audiobook นิยาย & เรื่องราว

These books are my small token of appreciation. Hamza Shah. She blinked at the piece of paper for a while before she grabbed all the things and went to her room. He wished her luck. It felt weird that a hot-headed mafia man wished her luck but she still accepted it. She was so happy as she stared at her books for like five minutes straight. He got her admission into the university. He is amazing. Wait. She had to control herself but the very next second she was jumping up and down in joy. God, the excitement feels wonderful.

"Listen to me Julian, the wait is fucking over!" I gave an incredulously look at Chazz. "Yes, look at me you bastard. You keep fucking up man. Alot of men don't find their mates in this lifetime or the next or even ever," He paused for a brief second. "But you have. You have the woman who is meant to be yours and you fucking up? I'm truly disappointed. Without her you are nothing. She's crazy, so are you. I don't know why y'all can't seem to get it right. Always pissing off one another and shit. It's fucking exhausting! How the hell do you think the people reading this book feel? Hmm?"

She had a man down the hall who had driven her to a coast house and shown her a framed document and said I love you in a kitchen at dawn. She had a floor full of people she was building something with. She had a Valen account she had just closed. She had herself, fully inhabited, all the rooms open and all the lights on. The city moved outside her window, vast and indifferent and blazing with its own relentless life, and Jade Mercer sat inside it and felt the full dimensions of everything she had become and did not apologise for a single inch of it. Her phone buzzed. Dominic: How are you. She looked at the message.

Bianca said, "Alan, Mason and I are already divorced. I got your jewelry back. Not a single piece is missing." I quickly tore open Bianca's briefcase. When I opened the box, it was packed full of the jewelry my mom had left me. I counted them with red eyes, and not a single one was missing. I carefully put them away, then looked up at Bianca again. "You can get lost now."

Fortunately, she was great at her job. The Meridianam trip came and even though she knew that seeing Hayden Moreau was inevitable, she still hoped that she wouldn't. If only she could switch classes, or even switch schools, but that wouldn’t do because every move she makes will branch rumour after rumour and it will all lead to Hayden. “Welcome to Meridianam, you spoiled brats!” Leath wanted to cover her ears after hearing their history professor’s voice. Her anger for him seemed to reach the sky’s limit because even his very own breathing irritated her.

Why did this trip constantly seem to be getting worse and worse by the minute? Now Leia was rambling about the trips itinerary and what we were going to be seeing, where we're going, boring shit like that. It was pathetic, really, how excited she was to see hundred-year-old stuff in cases and statues of dead people. My eyes narrowed as Jacob put his hands on her shoulders and told her to calm down about something she was excited about. Bullshit, telling her to stop talking about something she liked so much.

Lucy’s POV “Another successful day!” I smiled as I locked up Gilded Confections for the evening. I started to turn when I suddenly felt something hard pressed against the small of my back. I jumped in shock. “Hello, pretty lady.” the raspy voice-one that I didn’t recognize. “What the-” “You move. You turn, you even scream, and I’ll kill you right here. And I don’t want to do that, I really don’t.” My hands shook violently. “Wh-what do you want? I-I don’t have much cash on me, but you can have anything that I have on me-”

[Heather] As if insults from my birth mother were not enough, a hard slap on the cheek was delivered by someone I didn't expect. What exactly was my problem with this family? Why do they hurt me so easily and treat me like trash? No. There's plenty of trash that could be recycled and turned into valuable items. It was ridiculous. I even felt like I was considered lower than trash. I was the second daughter of George Bailey, a once-respected man in this country. But people only loved and respected Darcy.

“I don’t know how Kill did it. How he endured you. Touching you, seeing you. It must’ve been torture. Covered in scars, all bones — you’re a sore sight for any man’s eyes.” Tears slipped down my cheeks, but the sting of the insects felt distant , like pain remembered, not lived. The ache in my chest was louder. Deeper. Was I really that ugly? That disgusting? Bitch. Ugly. Disgusting. No man will ever love you. You’ll never find happiness. You should’ve died with your mother. Die, die, die, you whore. And just like that, darkness took me. And I didn’t fight it this time.

"No? Tell me one thing you find ugly." "The, that one, uh... I-" I furrowed my brows, confused at not finding a proper answer. "See? You just think everything has its beautiful side." "Well, everything has, but that doesn't mean I just like everything. There are things I don't dig too." "Name one." I pursed my lips, cornered again and that amused him. "Nothing, uh?" Quick, think of something! "The, mh, the minions." I responded squaring my shoulders proudly as his brows rose. "Everyone is mesmerized by them and I found them quite disturbing."