Beautiful-ugly Book Novels & Stories

In the meantime, enjoy my world of choices and characters that I hope you fall in love with and follow them on this quest called life. AESTHETICS A collection of wonderful photos, tagged as aesthetics has been carefully and almost perfectly created to meet both the pace and fashion of this book. Variety of applications, combined with the efforts of the author and graphic designers are responsible for the fancy pieces you see. As this book is somewhat filled with flashbacks, ensure that you read through each sentence at the top- Nevertheless, each flashback or any conversion are notably typed in italics for easy understanding. DEDICATION Dedicated to the team behind the writing and the source

She uses her beauty to rule the people around and that is what makes her ugly. "You read your book upsidedown, amazing," I was back into my senses. I was caught off guard when I saw the upsidedown book I pretend to be reading with. "I just challenge myself to read the book this way, improving my eyesight." I reason out. He just shook his head and left me embarrassed. I know he doesn't buy that reason. Shame on me, shame on you, Amira. ### "Hi, Cassandra!" "Cassandra!" "Hi, Ms. Beautiful!"

Elara’s chest tightened. She didn’t press him. She just nodded gently. “Then we’ll start tonight.” She reached for the small storybook she’d brought in, one of Mira’s favorites. “This one’s about a dragon who didn’t know how to roar,” she said softly. “He thought he was broken. But turns out, he just needed someone to listen first.” Milo looked at the cover, then at her, his eyes thoughtful. “Does he roar in the end?”

Ugly. "Ari," I screamed at the top of my voice, just before she could pull the trigger. "Is this what you really want?”

At the same time, I told her I would definitely be a long-term client. On the surface, Janet looked like a carefree, wealthy, beautiful socialite. No one would guess how she was really making her money. She was completely lost in that illusion. That day, she sent me a picture of a limited-edition designer bag. [This one requires a purchase history of 200,000 just to qualify, and there are only a few in the whole country. I managed to get one.] Then, she added, not even trying to hide the mockery. [Sure, your family has money. However, all you can do is carry those basic, overdone bags. And let's be honest, no guy would ever want you anyway. Kind of pathetic, don't you think?]

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"But let's be real, You'll never be good enough for Liam. Or for anyone, for that matter." Just then, Bryan walked out and returned with a book that made my heart skip a beat. It was my sketchbook, the one I thought I'd lost forever! “This book held some masterpiece design, I couldn't help but gush over it” Bryan praised the designs. Mendy snatched the book from him, her voice dripping with disdain. "This book is useless. It's full of bad drawings. And ugly designs. Who would ever wear such a thing?" The room gasped in shock everyone exchanging a knowing glance with each other.

Hello, My name is Jane, and between my sister and me, I am the ugly one. And no, I am not an insecure bitch who likes to complain about my looks all the time. My sister Liliana is blessed with beautiful genes. She had long flowing blonde hair with bright blue eyes and pink lips that remind you of delicate flower petals.

So Proserpina moves on to the next row, then the next one, and the next one, on and on until she was literally kneeling like a child on the floor when she finally comes across a book third to the last on the bottom row in between a skinny book and leather bound one; the book was silver-gray, small and light in her hands and the cover seemed to have some sort of glossy material in it as it twinkled when she turned it here and there… ‘Kind of a child’s storybook,’ she noted. The book was almost as big as her palm and seemed to have pages as what one would expect from a novelette. She carefully opens it up to the first page–not wanting to have a repeat of another destroyed book because a destro

We can't always get what we want. Shifting through the shelves at the furthest part of the library, Zara scroll through all the books she has read in the past. When a sudden grip made her hiss in pain, she was ready to turn and unleash hell upon the rude individual for hurting her until she stops in her track the moment she lay eyes on Abram. He looked like a mess. His beard was longer than usual. His eyes red like he haven’t slept for a long time and his hair was ruffled like he had comb it with his fingers many times.