Books Like Ugly Novels & Stories

Denera The library was really quiet like it usually is in a library. But this time, there was no one else there at all. It even felt a little bit dusty. I remember feeling amazed when I first came in here. There were so many books, it was like a dream come true. I even felt like the character Belle from the story Beauty and the Beast. But now, three hours have passed, and I've already read two books. The first one was about the history of the pack, but it got kind of boring, so now I'm reading a fanfiction story about werewolves and vampires that someone wrote.

She cries more hard hiding in her mom's embrace. " No! You didn't do anything. Mommy forgave you. Love! Look at me! Mommy is beautiful. So, whatever she forced you to say, she was jealous of mommy's beauty. That's why she said that. Remember , Love! People aren't ugly. Black, White, Brown, Fat, slim, tall, short, everyone is individually unique and beautiful. They are beautiful on their own way. But there are some people who are ugly. Not with their skins, their body sizes, but their thoughts, actions and things that they do to make people feel insecure. So don't cry. Even though she said I am ugly, but I am beautiful, am I not?"

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.

The question was too simple—a trap. Valentina smiled slowly, “It’s loud. Flashy Greedy.” She let her eyes sweep the room. “Like a man who knows he’s handsome and can’t stop checking his own reflection.” The corner of Dante’s mouth twitched, almost—but not quite—a smile. “So you’ve been here before.” She tilted her head. “Does it matter?” “It matters,” Dante said, voice low, “because I don’t like strangers walking into my house without knocking.”

When everything failed all these years with too much betrayals, so many deep and dirty secrets that were revealed and massive amounts of unforgivable lies that all of us have been through, I still consider them as pieces that were beautiful despite being the ugliest things that I have ever been through in my entire life. They were those kinds of moments that I would still consider beautiful despite the ugliness in it because those ugliness wouldn't help us in achieving something so beautiful that even I didn't expect would still happen. It's still beautiful in such a way that it helped me finally reach the end of something that I had with Hugo long ago that was suppose to be beautifully unfi

It was almost half-past eight when I came here. While waiting for Kevin, I wash the dishes and put the remaining soup in the fridge. I stand next to his study table and see the books he has. If anyone from school sees his shelf, he/she will be shocked. I know Plinio enough and I'm not surprised. Citizens of London, American Lion, Thomas Jefferson: the Art of Power, Flags of our Fathers, the Last Mughal, and many more books, are exactly what Plinio will read. I take out one and open it. 'Caroline' is written in cursive handwriting at the top corner. Below it 'Plinio' is written in the writing of a child, probably his own.

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Honestly, she was scarier than Maleficent. “Why would I video call a disgusting face like yours? Gross! Fine, if Fredric’s not there, I’ll call him later. By the way, I called specifically to insult you. I’m bored and frustrated, and your ugly face isn’t worthy of being my rival, Mathilda. Just because Fredric and I are fighting doesn’t mean he’s yours! No! It will never happen! Wake up from your fantasy, bitch!” Paula hung up abruptly. The morning that had started so beautifully now felt like a storm. And just like that, the spirit I’d built up vanished.

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I was the ultimate glow-up story. My parents were both obsessed with looks and voices, yet when I was born, I looked like an underdeveloped monkey. Even my cries sounded like a frog, croaking so loudly that the entire hospital ward found me annoying. My parents named me Blob and dumped me at Grandma's house far away from them. I only earned the right to return home when I made it into a national top university. My father, a movie star, merely glanced at me before his brows knitted together. "Hat, sunglasses and mask? Why are you wrapping yourself up like that? What, are you ashamed to show your face?" My mother, a chart-topping singer, scoffed. "She probably saw us take Vivian on that s