Novel & Cerita Beautiful-ugly Book

These books are my small token of appreciation. Hamza Shah. She blinked at the piece of paper for a while before she grabbed all the things and went to her room. He wished her luck. It felt weird that a hot-headed mafia man wished her luck but she still accepted it. She was so happy as she stared at her books for like five minutes straight. He got her admission into the university. He is amazing. Wait. She had to control herself but the very next second she was jumping up and down in joy. God, the excitement feels wonderful.

She gave me a dirt making me look back to my book. I see barbies heels appear in front of me almost blinding me and I cringe knowing she was about to insult me. "You're outfit is god awful, did you not look in the mirror before you left?" She remarks and I immediately regret even sitting here. Also, I really liked my outfit, kept me nice and warm and also looked super cute. "This is why I don't get along with girls here, you all dress horribly!" She speaks again.

“We’ll try a spoon of applesauce in a bit. Then soup if the gods smile.” She made a face I mentally captioned bribable. “You brought books,” she said, as if she had to confirm it was real and not a fever hallucination. “I did. No onions.” Her laugh tumbled out—rough around the edges, precious because it was possible. “Thank you. For all of it. The ugly parts included.” “That’s part of the thing,” I said. “The bad and the boring. The good is easy. The ugly is where the vows go.”

"I know some girls have a different beauty on their face,But that doesn't mean you're ugly, it's just that black girls have looks,And you should be thankful that your eyes are beautiful, which have two colors, blue and green. Your hair is long thick, your skin is white. There is not a single pimple on your face nor any stain on your body. How can you say that you are ugly. Look you may not be beautiful but you are not ugly either you are just a normal girl like other girls." After saying this, the old woman becomes completely calm and keeps looking at her soup.On the other hand Bella was not in tough but was just sitting there quietly and watching them.

, she asked her. " I called because I have bad news and good news." She said while her voice sounded crack. Lucy panic. "Don't tell me, they escape again?", she asked Eloisa. "Nope. Bad news, we can't go because... the good news is I'm four months pregnant!", she said and Lucy scolded Eloisa for making her nervous and excited because another baby is coming because she's one month pregnant too. *** Note: Revenge is not the answer to heal a broken heart. Love still prevail. ~~~~~~~~~~~~THE END~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Mr Philip sent me to give this to you." "Thanks." I collected the book to inspect the front cover, while he showed off some dimples. The book had a raccoon as it's display photo. The raccoon looked thrilled to bits with both hands up and mouth open like it was shouting. The background was yellow, it had the words, 'furiosly happy' boldly written on it. Under the book title, there were word too that said, 'a funny book about terrible things' written in smaller font, while the author's name was Jenny Lawson.

Gina said with her mouth full. Selena looked at her with a confused face. "Have you been reading more of those books?" She was referring to the books on Gina's desk that had weird titles like "How to properly unlock the door without the key." , "Speak like a smarty pants!" , "Who are you? I am the ugly world?" , "Books for people who are cops." And other titles. Selena didn't even want to think of how silly the contents were. Who on earth even wrote those books and where did Gina even get them?

Perhaps, his team members or the other two that were involved in the case? Urggh! I groaned as I strolled to my book shelf. My very help is what I needed badly now. I carefully scanned through the books before settling for a book on delusional disorder. I might find delusions an escape of my past memories. I rolled over, dwelling on the painful path of the protagonist in the novel. He was an orphan like me. Wow, we were really similar. He also watched his parents die. At least, he didn't get to watch his mother being molested.

****** Special request if you like the book, share it to at least five friends who you think will love it❤️ As always pardon the grammatical errors

"You sound almost–" "Haughty, ungrateful, depreciative?" she cuts me off, unnerved, even though I was going to say exactly that. "One looks at a painting or a sunset or a cake and calls it beautiful. A human comes into sight, pleasing one's eye, and he or she is called beautiful too." "Your point?" "Our definition of beautiful is superficial and skin deep," she looks at her hand in the water. A tiny orange fish passes through the space between her slender fingers. A smile blesses Celeste's lips and my eyes. "It's more about what lies beneath the surface."