Beautiful-ugly Book Novels & Stories

Hello Lovely People! Don't forget to Rate with 5 stars for the book, Share my book with your friends and your voice in the comment section. Also read my other book, 'Wounded and Bounded'. Now enjoy. Love, Krystal GoodNovel *** "Is that a girl?" "My God! Yes she is!" "So filthy." "A girl and alive!" "What's the colour of her hair? Neither it is white nor golden." "It is a mixture of those colours." "What is a girl doing here!"

Hey random person, reading this, you probably saw the description and thought to check it out. If so then you're welcome to The Beautiful Nerd. I'm glad you're here, do read further please, Before you go further i should warn you, the first five to ten chapters are somewhat different from the rest because i started this book with the mind of a child. But as you progress into the story, you will find the book to be good, i hope. Um this book is your typical bad boy falls in love with nerd but there will be twists that make it a not so cliché book.

I stuttered a reply. "Wow! You look very beautiful in person, way more beautiful than you look in your pictures. You even have a nice lip colour," he said, giving me a weird compliment and he winked, making my panic button go off immediately. His weird compliment had triggered an old memory that can only spell trouble for me.

There are books below to keep you company. Narcissus. I peered down beneath the table in pure curiosity and there I saw more books. The hopeless romantic books that I had to read. It ends with us and ugly love by Colleen Hoover stood out the most to me. I read reviews on it and it seemed good. It was actually on my next turn list but then I got engaged in the ace of spades that was a part of the collection that Narc had sent and annotated.

Now, I unexplainably feel almost euphoric. Something nestled deep within is singing to me. It's both comforting and terrifying. Yawning, I get to my feet, glancing at the bed, only to notice something sitting upon the side table. Frowning, I circle the bed, realising it's a book with a note lying atop it. Picking it up, I twist the book over, reading the title. This is easily the most beautiful book I've ever seen. The spine has a golden pattern printed over it, leeching onto the front, twisting around the letters of the title.

The fucker made sure to keep Grim Reaper in a pause while he took his time with his victim. Just how? How did beautiful souls like them become so wretched? So wasted that they lost all their humanity? I had always refused to believe that there was no redemption for all of them. I deceived myself into thinking that deep down in their cold ribcages, somewhere in the deepest levels of their beings, they still have hearts, even though they tugged them away to avoid feeling, or getting hurt. Oh, how wrong I was. They were like this. It was who they are. They were malicious, merciless, and could kill someone like swatting a fly.

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.

A wave of stale air and a muffled scream hit me. As I went down the stairs, a lady came into view. Like she's been waiting for someone to come save her. The stench that hit me, nearly made me dizzy. What the hell...I stepped down the stairs while she began to struggle against the chair. Her scream muffled by the cloth in her mouth. What she wore left very little to the imagination. Her body was scarred with both healed and I healed wounds. I was in disbelief as I shuffled towards her her doe eyes silently pleading with me to rescue her.

Besides books, there are many other miscellaneous items placed on them. In the middle of the room, there is a set of black leather chairs and a table. Since Ciara used to work at a furniture store, she can tell that they are definitely not cheap. However, the owner of this room does not seem to care much about them, as there are clothes thrown haphazardly all over them, there are also books that have been read and are lying on the ground. The owner of this room is a very messy person.

Hell, why am I even thinking about this? I grunted in annoyance and kicked the sand, hoping to get myself calm. Anytime I approach Ugly is to do nothing but tease her and when I had seen that book on her bed, I knew instantly what it was. I had seen it before, either in Cassie’s room or was it Madeline? Ugh, I can’t remember but I have acted that part before. And swears, I only wanted to tease Ugly because, hell, I was surprised seeing she was reading such a book. She always appeared innocent and to say I was surprised was an understatement.