Novel & Cerita Beautiful Ugly: A Novel

Not forgetting that I have a stomach that hinders me from a perfect shape but I have a beautiful face. No need to tell me that I have a beautiful face. Even though no one has ever said that to me, not even my boyfriend, I know because I see must ladies look at my face and jealousy will come. I also know beautiful things when I see them. But then a beautiful face doesn't count without a body to match it. I'm also a red head and that I feel like is a complication. Now the Alpha has a video of a ugly naked girl on his phone. This will vex him. My mother will kill me even before the Alpha hears of it.

Then, I confronted him sternly, "I'm here for a facial. Why did you take my clothes off?" Looking stunned, he jeered. "Oh, Daphne, do you really not know what kind of place you're at?" "A beauty salon! What place is this?" While speaking, I felt a wave of heat rapidly spreading from the pit of my stomach across my body. Caleb, who noticed my change, pinned me down on the bed. He traced my body with his slender fingers, sending me trembling. As much as I would like to struggle and break free, my body already went limp after Caleb's teasing. I lost control of my body and couldn't push him off me. Breaking down, I yelled, "What are you doing? This is rape—"

“Humph. She can’t get any uglier than that.” Belle’s eyes widened. She was like this because of his mistress. His mistress cut her face up, starved her, and beat her up. She ended up with scars and bruises all over face and body because of his woman’s abuse. Belle, the once beautiful and talented young woman of the country is now an ugly scar woman. “Listen you b*tch! I’m pregnant,” said Yolanda.

He glanced at the screen, and his face went pale. “What is it?” Kendall asked. He hesitated. “It’s from my guy watching Beauty. She’s… here.” The words made Kendall’s skin prickle. “Here? At the lake?” Before he could answer, a voice rang out from the shadows. “Well, well. Isn’t this romantic?” Beauty emerged from the trees, her red coat vivid against the darkness, her smile both dazzling and poisonous. She was holding something small and metallic in her hand, a lighter. Jack’s eyes narrowed. “Beauty. What do you want?”

She shrugged and snorted, "You judge a book by its cover." Because she was relatively beautiful, she had never experienced the state of mind when others judge people by their appearance. Now she could finally feel why some people looked so anxious. After all, even if she was the woman that Mr. Valentine wanted to court, the attendant would make fun of her because she was ugly. This world was truly terrifying. Thinking of this, she pursed her lips and turned to look at Beau. "Am I beautiful?" Beau curled his lips and reached out with his big hand. He gently pinched her delicate face, which was covered with special makeup.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I hummed to myself as I checked my reflection in the mirror, before washing my hands and walking out of the restroom. I skipped along the hallways, as I kept humming. I grinned. Yes, I was in a peculiarly good mood today. Dad had promised to buy the book I was always bugging him about. It was a book by my favourite writer, Kelly Brown. Her female characters were always beautiful, perfect figures and extremely wealthy while fulfilling their dreams. It had been out for several months and I never liked to miss any of her new release. But things had been tough at home for a while. Dad lost his job and it took a while to find something else.

I was just focused on the book I was reading, pretending not to hear them. “Hey ugly,” one of them called out. “Hope you are not planning to show up tonight.” I pushed back my glasses that were falling off my nose and continued reading. One of them walked to my desk, grabbed my book and dropped it to the floor. “You don't ignore beauty like us.” She said, titling her head smugly. She continued “have you gotten a prom date? Oops, I forgot. Nobody will want an ugly duckling like you to be their date.”

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

“Remember when we went boat riding?” “Yeah. Why?” “I never had fun in a long time, and you were just gorgeous, but having a constant hard-on and you in yellow swimsuits didn’t just help my case.” “I’m still in yellow swimsuits, but with a growing belly, and soon will have stretchmarks all over my tummy, my thighs, my ass, and my boobs. Not beautiful anymore.” I let go of a shaky sigh. I paid attention to her shoulders. “You will always be beautiful even with imperfections. You will always be beautiful with the marks of your sacrifices of bearing our child. I will never disregard that.”

Basil I help Layla into the tub filled with warm water. Grabbing a sponge I soak it in water and begin to clean her body. I clean the grime from her, I clean the dirt from her hair until the water is so dirty you can't see through it. Unplugging the drain, two months worth of filth goes down the drain. I wrap her in a towel and sit her on the bed, getting a comb I start to take out the tangles in her hair. Letting the towel fall I observe her back, scars mar her body, some fresh and some are raised not healing properly. Reaching under the bed I retrieve the first aid kit, I cover her wounds in ointment and patch them up with bandages. Getting one of my shirts from my closet I slide it over h