Beautiful Ugly: A Novel Mga Nobela at Kwento

“What do you want to hear huh? That I’m the mayor’s little insecure and spoilt as fuck daughter who’s a virgin because she feels fucking ugly and unfuckable? That I want you to fuck me so that I can at least tone down all my insecurities. Finally, a guy thinks I’m hot enough- “ I couldn’t let her finish, instead I shoved my finger inside her showing just what I thought about her. She was beautiful. She was gorgeous and she was brave. It was not everyday someone smacked me with a pan at the back of my head without me knowing. Nicole Montenegro was a lot of things but ugly wasn’t it. She moaned and then she did the last thing a man like me expected. She fucking cried.

Zia said as she leaned back on her chair, swinging lazily. Asriel's gaze went back to her, meeting her eye in the process, making his heart skip a bit. Zia had never stirred in him feelings before, and he had even forgotten how it felt to make love to her, but right now he felt as though he couldn't wait to have a taste of her. She was just so beautiful, confident and the sophisticated, the one he couldn't bare to let off his mind. " Pardon me Zia, but I must say, the view here is quite exceptional, and added to your beauty, I couldn't help but get lost in here," Asriel said, hoping to get a reaction from her.

The man she called honey, a feared underworld figure, together with a good-looking and fair-skinned youth competed in thrusting their hardness inside her, all the while watching Athena get tortured with rods and sex toys by five rough and burly men. As one girl screamed in fear, pleasure, and pain, the beautiful one was enjoying pure bliss and was contentedly lying on a soft mattress. On the skin of the other girl were several bruises, blood, wounds, burns and of course, marks and discharges of many men. But despite the skin of the beautiful one also having cum and hickeys, it remained fair and blemishless. Her partners, despite showing enthusiasm and excessive energy in this lustful endeavo

Her heart ached with the weight of Leon's rejection, but she was determined to find her own path, one that did not rely on anyone else for validation. As night fell, Beauty pulled into a small, picturesque town nestled in the mountains. The town had a quaint charm, with cobblestone streets and cozy, lantern-lit shops. It was a stark contrast to the chaos of the city, a place where she could finally breathe. She found a small bed-and-breakfast on the edge of town and checked in, the friendly innkeeper, Mrs. Thompson, welcoming her with a warm smile. The room was simple but comfortable, a safe haven for her troubled mind.

I got out, the air thick with oil and rust, and stepped inside. She stood in the shadows, hands on her hips. She didn’t need light to hold a room. Even in her usual concealing clothes, her figure spoke for itself. That was why I called her Beauty, the dangerous kind you touch at your own risk. She didn’t bother with words. She slid the briefcase into my hand, heavy with stacked bills, crisp and fresh. I counted the bundles quickly, all clean and exact, the way I liked them. Then I handed her the broken phone.

"LONG LIVE THE LYCAN KING!!!" Normally I'd bask in that. Usually I'd grin, throw a wave, maybe flex a few muscles for dramatic effect. But not this time. Not when the image of a girl with messy, midnight hair and stubbornly bright yellow eyes kept elbowing its way into the front of my brain like she owned the place. Nyx. Filthy as hell, bruised, starving, shoved in an attic like a shameful secret—and still beautiful. Not the dainty, polished noble beauty. No. She had the kind of beauty that survives fires and walks out of explosions.

Does it scare me, no but it makes me wonder. The DJ starts the music back up and people have settled back in after the fight as if nothing happened. A few look at me. "This place is weird". Suddenly we hear, "It's her fault!" and points at me. I turn around, this must be her boyfriend, I almost feel bad for me. He looks at me and we make eye contact, wow he is a beautiful man. Tall, even would tower over me, black hair and green eyes, his skin is a beautiful olive color. It almost takes my breath away and I noticed I stopped breathing. There is an immediate attraction on my end but I quickly turn back around. "She didn't see anything! we hear. "Go home and don't leave until I get there, do y

"Things have changed since you left." "What kind of things?" "There are people living here who's not..normal. People who can transform into creatures at night." My eyes widened. "Werewolves?" "Yeah. But the beast is unlike the others. It's vicious and bloodthirsty. It kills people in its blinded rage." "So that was what dad talked about." "The Hunter group is going crazy for the beast. It's deadly and unpredictable. Not to mention that there's more than one." "Meaning the werewolves?"

But at that moment, it seemed different. Then, she stopped. “All right, I know that behind this messy makeup, you know who you are. You are the most beautiful in the world. Haha!” She laughed a bit and became serious in a beat. Then, she stroked her hair upwards. She seemed confused. Nevertheless, she scrutinized the image in that shiny thing in front of her and slurred, “With that face! You are going to take back everything that rightfully belongs to you! I promise that.” Finally, she gave in and used the tissue paper that has been waiting for her to acknowledge. She wiped her face, making sure to clean every part and portion. She made certain that all the ugly spots were removed in order t

"She doesn't smell like a shit..." Aurora smells like fresh flowers and he can't forget the scent which allures him to sleep. "And the last thing, she knows how to answer verbally..." He gritted. "You are not beautiful like her..." He glared at her. She looks exactly like Aurora but she lacks the innocent aura which Aurora holds. Her glow is different and that is what makes her beautiful. Her skin is alive and glows even if she is depressed. She has the beauty which comes from within. "Anything else you want to know about my girl..."