Books Like Ugly Novels & Stories

“Nope. I’m comfortable just as I am. Right here. Beside you.” I groaned in frustration. “What do you want, Chaise Anderson? Are you really that desperate to make somebody’s life a living hell?” “You see… that. You have this opinion of me that I want to change,” he said seriously. “I’m not all that bad, if you gave me a chance, Alice.” I shook my head. “Whatever for?” I shut my book, gathered my things and started to leave. “Alibri Bookshop,” he said. I turned to him and raised a brow.

It is Divergent, insurgent, and Allegiant first edition series, the notebook, The fault in our stars, and Shakespeare books. "I didn't know what kind of books you like, so I just picked the ones I think you might love"a voice startled me, and I placed my hand over my chest. "You scared me, " "Sorry," there is a dark grey wardrobe just behind the door. And a matt on the floor, a white round table at the corner. "It's fine really, I think I will read them. It's been a while since I have read an addictive book, maybe I will find one in these books. Who knows"I shrug, and sit on the bed.

I looked around until a shelf caught my attention, on top of the shelf is a sign posted in it that reads 'Bondage and Sadomasochism', I wander through the shelf until a book caught my attention. Dollar Sign by Giza Clay. The title of the book was intriguing, I took the book off the shelf and read the summary of the novel written on the back. After reading the summary, I decided to read the whole book later. I turned the book over the last page where you can see a picture of the author and the author's biography. My brows furrowed when I saw Giza's picture, I couldn't help but ask myself what the fuck happened to his face. He has an angelic face, very beautiful but a scar in an X shaped destr

"As far as I remember, you've been reading that damn novel since I've been talking to you. What do people enjoy in reading words?" "Because it's awesome." "How? You can rather watch a movie than read books." I slapped the book out of her hand. "This book… 'The Badboy's Pre-planned Future Bride' by 'Gift Odulesi', it's awesome. You really should read her books. Some people prefer reading books than watching movies." She rolled her eyes and picked the book from the floor. "Oh, really? People like who?" I took a handful of chips and threw it into my mouth, munching it.

"u..u mean am a badluck..uggghhh...and first of all my house is not at this street...so take a turn from here " He looked at her with blank face..and devil eyes which can scare anyone..but she was not a little effected by them..he came very close to her and speak in dangerous voice "am not Ur driver and u already enjoy enough of Ur free ride... this area is safe ..u can go from here anywhere u want...do u understand "he said, styling his hair...and moved back..

“Yes, mummy says we should always look for the moral in every story.” Katrina was torturing me even though she wasn’t here. I sighed, searching for something in the book that could help but nothing. I folded my hands and thought about it for a while, realizing something. “Beauty comes from within. No matter how pretty or handsome one is if the person does bad things and hurts people, he or she is ugly…” Hilda’s stare was enchanting, like her mother’s. “…and when the crimes they commit become a part of him, he becomes a true monster.” A monster. That’s what I am. Things might be different now but a monster remains a monster, doesn’t it? I’ve done terrible things to unsuspecting wolves and I’v

I never thought fairytales could be real. To believe in them would’ve been considered childish. But when I found out they were more than just real, and I was suddenly sucked into one, it took me a long time to realize I was finally free.... ----------- I’m ugly. I’ll admit it. At least that’s what everyone I’ve ever encountered made me feel. My mother sent me to foster care when I was 10, my dad having left before I had a chance to even remember his face outside of old photos; and I truly believe that my mother only waited until I was 10 because she couldn’t find someone to take me sooner.

The whole book went bad and I couldn’t save it. The book got me angry because I couldn’t read a thing from that book. Even the title went bad and was not readable. I felt really angry. I went crazy. There was an energy in me that was awoken. I tried to fight back, but the bullies hurt me even more. They battered my face and the harder I try, the more beaten I receive. The pain and kicks were getting more worse. I knew I shouldn’t fight back. See? But my book. How could they hurt my books!

He unclasped the box, revealing some old books inside. The top novel caught his attention, its dog-eared pages and worn texture hinting at its age. The front cover was missing, but as he flipped through the pages, he found what could possibly be the title written in pen at the back: "Inner beauty and Otter's flaws." This title seemed poignant, considering Arc's past. His mom had abandoned him when he was a child, leaving unanswered questions and unresolved emotions. Arc walked in, and Chelsea looked up and saw his somber expression which was a stark contrast to his nervous energy. "What are you doing?" The question was laced with curiosity and accusation.

Kevin replied, "No way! You're the prettiest woman in Dainsclef Village." He tried to lift the blanket to look at me, yet I gripped it tightly. "Please—don't look at me!" Kevin had no choice but to wrap me and the blanket together in his arms. Even when I was living with the poor Larsons, I was well taken care of, with smooth, soft skin. But how could this emaciated woman with hollow eyes staring back at me now possibly be me? "Who said you're ugly? My lovely Cindy is the prettiest woman in the world!"