Am I Single Because I M Ugly Novels & Stories

Her appearance doesn't matter now, unlike the hundreds I've dated in my life. Not that her appearance is as horrible as she thinks it is. What really makes her so ugly is when she gets sucked in by self-confidence, convinced that she is hideous. But if she straightens her back, tilts her head, wears slightly more fashionable clothes and smiles, then she's not ugly at all. It may just be the opinion of a lovesick man, but to me it's absolutely true.

"Get out of my house right now. I will not accept a thin and ugly maid like you. So leave now if you don't want my men to drag you out." My lips parted not because he said he would let his men drag me out of his house but because he said I was thin and ugly. When did I get skinny? I didn't eat last night and this morning, but I don't think that I will lose weight that fasts. And then he called me ugly? I am always the muse at our school but this blind calls me ugly? He steps on my pride. He is really blind!

He even proposed after thirteen months of dating and now, here I am, begging him to take me on one date, for the past three months. It was as if he felt ashamed of me, and would always move away when we were in public. It breaks my heart to see this, and all I can do is look in the mirror and cry. I hate myself and even though it wasn’t my fault, I still hate myself. I had nobody to cry to, I was just an orphan girl, whose parents had died in a car crash, and was left with only one sibling, my younger brother, Ace. I Love him more than anything in the world. Well, There’s also my best friend, Tami.

"That might be part of why she likes him—girls are into douchebags. You glare at them, and they immediately want you in their bed. They wet themselves when they hear muscular men grunt." "Really? Then why am I still single?" "Because you're an ugly motherfucker." The idiots belt out laughter inside the gym while I grunt and puff out a breath of air. Sweat covers my upper lip, chest, back, and entire face. My lungs are burning, and my body is on fire. The last thing I need is to listen to these people discuss girls with great tits and asses. I try to focus and mentally block out my teammates to keep pushing and wheezing.

She clutched a throw pillow to her chest like a lifeline, rocking slightly. She thought about calling someone, her mother? No. She’d only scold her for getting caught. PR? They’d already issued a half baked statement trying to “clarify tone and context.” It had only made things worse. She was alone. Utterly, completely alone. Her breathing picked up. Her hands were clammy. She could barely see through the blur of tears forming in her eyes. She had built her entire identity on control, on being flawless, enviable, untouchable. And now it was all crashing down.

The girl thinks for a moment, then replies: “In my opinion, the ugly word refers to the face, but… no one is ugly in this world. Everyone has their beauty, only their personality and soul can be called ugly!" “You know how to behave! So do you think you're an ugly person?" “No… I've lived almost 20 years of my life, is it because all these years I've lived are just for other people to comment on?” Malcolm smiles gently, patting the girl's head gently. He says in a very gentle and elegant voice:

" what's a pretty girl like you do when you're out here alone? " " You haven't seen my face yet. You've never seen me before. " " Aren't you beautiful? " " I know I'm beautiful " " See " I roll my eyes. Men with their annoying sense of stupid humor they always think they are handsome, fit, clever, everything and perfect well I think they're f****** ugly. Just like my brothers and stupid father. " So what are you doing all by yourself? It's dangerous don't you think? " Puhlease

" Then why did Ruben say that I am ugly because I am a big girl?" Dad sighed softly before brushing my messy hair away from my wet cheeks. " Because he doesn't know how to appreciate things. You are you, Love. In this world, you only exist once. No matter how ugly, beautiful, big, or small people can be, everyone is unique." " Then Dad loves me too?" He chuckled warmly and stood up with me still in his arms. " You are my only Princess. How could I not love you? This world is beautiful because of you!"

I said while pushing her "you're just going to be another one of my followers" She started to walk away but I stopped her "I'm trying to help you cause you aren't going to make friends looking like that" "looking like what" she said "you're ugly and your skin is soo dark" "yeah" my minions agreed "my mom says I'm beautiful" "she only says that to make you feel good plus she's your mom she's supposed to say that, so how about you just do as I say and ill make you popular" I said while putting my hands on my hips

She orders before walking back in and collapsing on the bed. " What seems to be bothering my princess?" I question " Some women called me ugly today" She cries " What? Who did that?" I yell angry " It doesn't matter, the fact is that they were right, I am ugly" She says in tears " That's not true, you are very beautiful Sia" I assure her " That's not true. I know you are just saying that because you are my friend" She says " I know I am ugly because of my scar" She cries