Confessions Of An Ugly Stepsister Mga Nobela at Kwento

I said, trying not to entertain any thoughts that were going to and fro in my mind. She got up from my bed and stared at me intensely. “And why would you think that? You're very beautiful. What's there not to like?” She scoffed and lay back down on the ground. I knew she was probably being honest, but it reminded me of the times I was hideous and no one wanted to be with me. It was no secret that my beauty is one of the traits people loved about me; that's probably why my stepsister tried to ruin it.

She wanted to shift and run far away, escaping from reality. I froze in place as my heart clenched inside. It was as if someone ripped my heart and squeezed it with a hand. I still could not believe my ears. “I-Is this because I am your stepsister now?” I asked Trevor, feeling an unfamiliar pain in my chest. He scoffed at me, gave me a glare, and replied, "Even if you were not my stepsister, I would not accept you as my mate. Because you are ugly, weak, and vulnerable."

"Mom, Clara sold our company secrets and still dares to join the contest." She pulled out a magazine, pointing to the rival's early spring collection. The designs were identical to mine. Ruth, who valued the company above everything else, panicked upon seeing this.

I exclaimed in confusion and disbelief. "I hate the fact we are just a second family! I never want a step-sister. I never want you, you understand that? I hate being overlooked when you're around. I'm smarter and prettier, but people don't notice me because I'm not a real daughter of Robert Dela Garza! They look down on me because you exist, you bitch!" I was stunned for a moment with her revelation.

She began pleading with her mother, desperation in her voice, confessing to feelings of jealousy over the bond between Stephanie and their father. "Enough, I know what you did to her, leaving her at the amusement park. Did you want me to give your parents evidence?" David's interruption was firm, cutting through the tension in the room. The stepsister's tears flowed freely now, a mix of fear, regret, and the realization that she might face consequences for her actions.

The day before the list of names for guaranteed university admission was announced, a synced note I shared with Bryce Joller for three years suddenly showed a reminder: [Operation: Save Lara Lane] I stared at it for a long moment before tapping on it. [1st: Give Nelly Seagel's spot to Lara.] [2nd: Go to the city where Lara's university is, take care of her, and let her join Joller Group when she graduates.] [3rd: After witnessing Lara get married, marry Nelly.] I stared at those three lines for a long time, unable to believe it. Bryce hated homewreckers the most because his mother was driven to death by one. Thus, over the years, he stayed up late studying with me, shielded me from my

If only he wasn’t such a hard guy… maybe he could pass for a good one. Sadly, he wasn’t. “Come on,” Steph said pulling me back to reality. She leaned against the door frame, her arms folded and her lips curled in an annoying smile “is he handsome or not” I didn’t answer immediately, just stared at the magazine one more time before shoving it at Steph. My forgotten disgust, coming back a hundredfold. “handsome” I repeated, walking past her as I took a sip of the beverage. “More like the devil himself”

My father and stepmother looked at me without a hint of guilt. "The legal owner of this property is me," my father said coldly. "I can do whatever I want with it." My stepmother smirked. "Alessia, since you gave up the engagement, you have to face the consequences. Besides, you almost killed Laura last night. Consider this compensation." "She deserved it! She insulted my mother first!" As we argued, Laura came slowly down the stairs, looking frail. "Father, please don't blame my sister," she said softly. "She was probably just upset."

Why wouldn’t he just mind his goddamn business? “Your stepsister is hot as hell.” Who wouldn’t say so? Why would she be my stepsister out of all the ugly people in the whole world? “Take your eyes off her. You know what I do to such eyes.” I threatened. “All right, man.” He surrendered with a laugh. Ink called back.

Nicole Harper ~•~ I stared at Talia with wide eyes, waiting for her to take back her highly intrusive question. But she stared back at me with curiosity shining in her eyes and not a hint of judgment. If anything, she seemed fascinated. What was wrong with people these days? I thought I was crazy for wanting my stepfather but it seemed like everyone around me was even crazier for enabling it. “I— we—“ I opened and closed my mouth but there was nothing I could say.