Beautiful Ugly: A Novel Novels & Stories

Whoever that lady was,she seemed to be an important person around here, to make Sophia this uncomfortable. Amaya nodded and made her way to the door. She took a deep breath before turning the door knob. She met the lady already at a distance,and she ran after her. "Thought you were gonna stay in there forever" the lady said without looking back. Amaya bit the insides of her mouth to stop herself from replying back. This woman was one proud and arrogant peacock. "Her night was terrible,as she couldn't sleep well. But couldn't her morning start normally?" she wondered in frustration. To be continued......

Her eyebrows were thick and arched with confidence, and her cheekbones were sharp enough to cut glass, yet her smile—when it came—softened her whole face. Her eyes were the kind that held too many stories and not enough time to tell them all, a deep shade of whisky brown with golden flecks that made them look almost... enchanted. But it was more than just beauty. Nina Blackwood had poise. Grace. That enviable quality where she could sit on a stiff leather chair in a corporate office, sip black coffee, and still feel like she was sipping red wine in a rooftop lounge somewhere in Paris. And yet, she wasn’t intimidating. At least not to me. Not anymore.

At that moment she wished she could move this to her house, along with the jars and boxes on the table, and the green ointment in her hand that she had never seen before, she was extremely jealous for a moment. Gritting her teeth, she thought to herself that her brother Joseph was so poor before, how could he give up the money to buy so much rouge and gouache for an ugly girl? No wonder Selena looked so outstanding today. There are so many balms and other things that an ugly woman can have. She said that the others are ugly, but she doesn't know that she is like that in the eyes of others. Her red lips are like drinking pig's blood. But, in her heart, she is beautiful. She would never admit

A bruise spread dark across her cheek and it was fresh because someone had hit her recently. Bella's whole body went cold and below the photo were block letters. No punctuation and no signature. Trade the girl for the sister. 48 hours. Come alone. East warehouse. Or she dies slowly. The phone slipped in her hand and she caught it. She read it again and then again like the words might change if she looked long enough. They didn't and she sat there completely still. The only thing moving was her chest and even that felt wrong and too fast and shallow.

My vision grew hazy, and my body began to writhe almost on its own. I knew I shouldn't be like this, but my body was no longer under my control. And maybe in Mr. Palmer's eyes, the way I was behaving right now was no different from an outright invitation. Perhaps it was the sudden stimulation, but Mr. Palmer trembled slightly as well. He then looked down at me, his breathing growing noticeably ragged. "Ruby, are you feeling uncomfortable? Let me help you feel better, okay?"

She could at least take the damn puffer jacket off. I don’t know why it irks me, but it does. I think this girl is either hiding a gross disfigurement or she has very bad anemia. But whatever it is… she is really, really nice, which makes me feel guilty about how much we talked about her yesterday. And about the team implying she’s ugly. Anastasia Blomqvist is NOT ugly at all. She’s definitely cute, if you’re into younger-looking girls who dress like they’re tired of life.

He looked at me in disbelief when I said, “ no” “ I mean, Luna Tia says I’m beautiful but I’ve always thought it’s what she felt she was obliged to say to me.” “ Shit…Kayla, if no one has told you then I will. You’re the most beautiful girl in all seven packs I’ve been to – all. Your hair is perfectly silky, stop obsessively worrying about it being rough, and even if it is, it could never diminish your beauty. Your skin is as though you were born to shine even in the dark, your lips…seductive and distracting. You have no idea what you do to my body when you lick your lips. Even that innocent look you initially have turns into an irresistible pull whenever you look at me with your beautiful b

She was gorgeous while here Bella was sitting in black jeans and shaggy red top. Her hair were puffy and short till her neck, curled at the ends while Bella had long hair till her waist but tied in a messed up bun. It was more like someone had pulled her hair out of it. All and all Bella felt ugly under her skin for some reason whereas that girl seemed to be the most beautiful one. Bella hated it how herself esteem would come falling down whenever she would look at that girl, at them. Ashton and that girl. They looked so, perfect. Even though she hated to admit that.

They should be grateful I stopped at one bone because thinking back on it now, I should’ve finished him off. That would’ve been better, Cleaner and less problematic. Snapping out of my thoughts, I open the door into the office expecting the usual cliché: a gray-haired therapist with knitted eyebrows and soft shoes, the type who talks about childhood wounds while scribbling notes she’ll never use. Instead I freeze because standing in front of me is not a bookish old woman but the most devastatingly beautiful creature I’ve ever seen. Yes beautiful! She’s Soft, Perfect, a contradiction of fragility and quiet power. She has this delicate, timid innocence to her

Horrible I know, but this is my last year and if I want to get into a top university I gots to put the work in. I finished my essay just after two hours, I knew I had to start getting ready so I screamed into my pillows and whined. Dragging my feet to my closet I pick out a white dress, it was fancy yet just simple enough. Laying out my dress on the bed I hop into the shower and let the water wash away my anxiety. Except it didn't, I was still anxious. After my shower I dried my hair and started to do my makeup. I kept it light but added some shimmer here and there and then curled my hair. Satisfied with my look I wear the dress and look at myself in my floor length mirror. The dress hugged