Beautiful Ugly: A Novel Novels & Stories

she said with the kindest smile. Abigail felt like she was going to die from a nosebleed. She looked so breathtaking. Her ruby-colored eyes, waist-length red hair, luscious lips, angled features, and round eyes made her feel jealous of her. She felt she was so inferior. In fact, Abigail was the most beautiful woman on Athmovezer land. She had witch blood flowing in her body which give her the natural beauty of their race and combined with the fact she was the descendant of the Ursula Rati Slava, made her more beautiful. But in front of this woman, she felt like she looked like the ugliest woman in the world. Being a woman, she swooned on her beauty. She never saw a woman who was as beautiful

Miss Nola who told me black was slimming, and that I should tell Rhona and the other mean girls that people might not be able to help how they look on the outside, but they’d be ugly in their hearts until the day they died. It doesn’t really matter, I guess, if two males in the whole world don’t mind looking at you. It doesn’t change the facts. It sucks, though, that being called beautiful can make you feel so goddamned sad. I’m standing there, deflated and numb and at a loss for what to do next, when I notice Alec making a beeline for me, scowling, with wet hair and a new pair of men’s sweatpants. So help me, a part of me reaches for him.

The old man gave Ashley bread and then walked over to give me one as I sat down. He smiled. “Thank you sir, but I’m not hungry, ” I said, then my stomach groaned. The couple just smiled, and I collected the bread and took a bite. My phone screen lit up as a message popped. It was from my mom. |~ Jane, I know you’re angry. Being his bride for a year is a dangerous task, but we don’t have a choice. It’s the only way to protect you. Selling me off to a dangerous tycoon family is the only way to protect me ?

As soon as Adam was standing right in front of her, her light blue eyes gleam. She was enchantingly beautiful. So much different than how she looks before but her beauty never fades. The only thing different about her was her hair. It was darker than her former colour. So dark that it accentuates her porcelain milky skin. Even the red dress that she wore made her stands out from the rest of the woman in the ballroom and no one, not even Agnes could compete with her beauty. "After all this time, we finally meet." She spoke softly. Adam could only stare at her and his body froze. He could feel his wolf growl deep inside him, fighting to come out and snatch the beautiful woman in front of him a

He placed a kiss on her slightly parted red lips, then savored it as it tasted so sweet, as if it made him want more. "Uughh ...," a moan escaped from the woman's lips. "Hmmm ...," Rayden growled in response to the moan. "Stay with me tonight, Beautiful. We'll discuss the payment tomorrow morning; I'll give you whatever you want," Rayden said as he turned the woman's body to unzip the red dress. The red dress was indeed beautiful when the woman wore it, but he preferred her without anything on. And ... perfect! How could a call girl be so beautiful and smooth like this? he marveled at the sight beneath the red dress.

Look, I finished this farce with just one sentence, with a keyword of beautiful. It seemed that girl inverse girl was appearance. Well, it's not my fault if she was not pretty. The only thing I cared about is how my beautiful appearance help me on resolving this farce in one go. "..." Authors Note: I'm indifferent, but that doesn't mean I don't have any other particular personality.

I was raw, exposed, every broken piece of me laid bare. I kissed her again, more softly this time, trying to convey the unspoken emotions swirling within me. As my hands explored her body, every touch was an apology, a plea for redemption. Her skin was soft, warm—life-affirming. Each curve, each contour, a testament to the fragile beauty of existence. I felt the tension in her muscles, the subtle tremors of past trauma that she'd never fully escaped.

I did not expect my face to look this terrible. “Yeah, it’s bad,” He says without smiling, even scowling at my wounds. “Why would anyone hurt a girl this beautiful?” He asks more to himself, and I almost laugh out loud. “They hurt me because I’m ugly.” His head slightly drops, but his hooded eyes meet mine and he seems to think before he speaks. “No. That's a lie. You are wildly beautiful,” he says, almost inaudibly. Before I can process or respond to his words, this handsome devil grabs a bunch of tissues, advancing slowly. “Here, sit on the counter. I’ll lend you a hand.”

"Oh, they don't mean to hurt you or pass judgment or call you ugly. But in my case, I put two and two together and what I came up with is that I wasn't good enough. But, as long as I could have beautiful men loving me I could pretend." "I wish I knew then what I know now; it doesn't matter what people look like on the outside, because if you love them they are beautiful." She smiled. "Christopher is beautiful. I'd rather have him with a facial deformity then have DeAngelo with a perfect one." She nodded at Kendra. "You don't need to define my beauty for me anymore. Your definition doesn't meet mine anymore because I think Christopher is beautiful and that's why I love him, not because of how

Frank couldn’t help but think why a man like her boyfriend can be such a fool to cheat on such a beautiful lady like Laura. Laura was 5 foot 2, light skinned, slender but with curves in all the right places. She was very beautiful and literally, men could line up just to have a date with her but this idiot of a man decided it was right to cheat on her, shame! “Just for the benefit of doubt, try calling him to confirm.” advised Frank. Only then did Laura took out her phone from her pocket and dialed Jayden’s contact number. A few seconds later, the phone was answered to loud moans coming from Jayden and Natasha.