Beautiful Ugly: A Novel Novels & Stories

She was about as vimless as the living dead, and every gulp she took on the impression that it was the only thing that could sustain her life. Everything else could rot and die. She had no attention to spare for it. But the world spared much attention for her—because she was just too beautiful. Even the darkest corner of the establishment could not conceal her radiance; she managed to attract eyeballs either way. She was so gorgeous, one would have suspected the young woman to have leaped out of a page from a typical comic book, where the women almost always bore the face of an angel and the body of her succubus. The deep-v cutting of her vintage dress only served to accentuate her unbelieva

She stepped down from the car, looking around, she asked him for her friend's Tina and Bella, he ignored her. “Come on,” he held out his hand towards her. She held a deep breath, a moment of silence stretched between them, as they walked into the church. Aria revealed her eyes by lowering her sunglasses very slowly. People gasped when they recognized her. Their stares pierced through her like she was being stabbed. Despite the stares, Aria maintained her composure and walked forward with raised chin. Her damaged skin showed both an unnatural color and an unbalanced texture. Aria showed her original beauty on one side of her face but the other side revealed the permanent marks of her nightmar

I muttered to myself, looking at the beautiful sky, which I thought was not beautiful in my eyes. “Why are you ugly, sky?” I couldn't believe myself. The sky that is as beautiful as gold I was seeing as ugly. I think I can't see right; my eyes can't differentiate beauty from ugly. I'm no longer liking the view because I could not be with Earnest. I always had this dream of being pronounced as his beautiful wife. I sighed heavily; they are just dreams that can't be reality.

Nice answer, if I tell him I have absolutely no idea that it also came as a shock to me he will look down on me and you know. "We both know you've been ugly up until the time of your birthday, tell me what happened." He demanded. "I look at myself every single day dumbfounded at how beautiful I was but you and everyone always thought I was ugly, I don't care what y'all think of me, I'm beautiful whether ugly or now." That's a paradox right there, 'beautifully ugly' he stared at me with his mouth wide open, unable to utter a word, I gave him the perfect answer without revealing anything.

Just to at least reduce the number of men like you in the world. P.S. I don’t give a damn about those guys who say my daughter is ugly because she isn’t! She’s the most stunning woman I’ve ever seen. Methods of killing: Hang yourself. Rewards: $400,000 Beau Hudson and Nicolas Verlice replied to Amara De Lucia. @Beau Hudson Only in your eyes. @Nicolas Verlice She is beautiful in your eyes but not in ours. Someone’s typing... @Beau Hudson Perhaps someone will respond with an LSM again. The lengthy and sweet message that we don’t care.

Some were beautiful on the outside, while some were beautiful in the heart. In Jason's heart, her heart was the most beautiful one in the world. "You’re just comforting me. I know that I must be very ugly now." The gouged eyes, even the eyelids, could not be closed, and there were only two empty bloody holes left. How could she be beautiful?

Roman She looked so beautiful while fast asleep. Her little snores soared throughout their room and as always she had already yanked the blanket to her side of the bed. So typical of Mikaella! He wiped away the stray strands of hair from her face, tucking them behind her ear. The pinkish and purplish part of her skin on the neck made him ashamed. Hurting her was the last thing on his mind last night. The sudden urge to make her his yesterday was great.

Looking into my eyes with determination, she stated, "Winston, I've thought about it. This is my answer." After saying this, she kissed my lips again. We fumbled our way to the bedroom and removed all the clothing we had on. As I looked at Nancy's melons, smooth skin, and long, straight legs entwined with mine, I couldn't hold back anymore. Having been celibate for over 50 years, I wouldn't be a man if I could still hold back after seeing such a stunning beauty.

Screaming. A woman… She was beautiful. Elegant. Long black hair. Brown eyes filled with tears. Bold red lipstick. She was reaching out to me. Who was she? Why… why did she look like me? Then— something strange happened. The cold vanished. My body… felt hot. Too hot. And then… A voice in my head. “Help! Someone help me, please…” More flashes. A grand ballroom. Fire. Screams. A mirror shattering. A voice screaming my name—

Like he's her king or superior boss or something, she said she'll be getting Valentina. A few minutes later, Valentina walked in, her red bottom heels clicking against the wooden floor, her hair cut short but kept in a straight style, her green, sharp eyes made her look dangerous, the soft makeup complemented her natural beauty, I will confess, this Valentina is fucking gorgeous. "Alexander, it's been too long," she says, walking toward him, kissing both of his cheeks. "Valentina, this is Hazel," he says, introducing me, she turned to me, her smile didn't flutter even, she kept the same face.