Electrical Ugly Book Novels & Stories

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.

I continued wandering through the world until my expiration date arrived. I gently ran my fingers over the photo as silent tears slipped down my face. Life was so good back then, but there was no going back. Suddenly, the door burst open with a loud bang. A gust of cold wind swept in, making my skin crawl. Craig crossed his arms over his chest, his scrutinizing eyes fixed on me. The Sainsbury family were multimillionaires. They lived in a mansion spanning over ten thousand square feet. Yet, I deliberately chose the storage room as my bedroom.

The elevator ride was silent except for the hum of the machinery and the rush of her own heartbeat. When the doors opened, Elara found herself stepping into a penthouse that looked as though it had been lifted from a magazine spread, sleek glass walls, a panoramic view of the city glittering below, muted tones of grey and cream softened by warm lighting. But it wasn’t the opulence that stole her breath, it was the subtle signs of thought. A corner space already set with shelves where children’s books and toys sat neatly stacked. A smaller bedroom down the hall, prepared, waiting.

His fingers were definitely going to leave dark prints on my skin by tomorrow. While our tongues tangled, I slowly guided his re-hardening cock back into my wet pussy, earning a deep, satisfied sigh from his chest. God, this man was lethal. Without breaking the kiss, he suddenly got up, scooping my thighs around his arms and carrying me across the room. His footsteps were just as heavy and calculated as his breathing. A sudden, loud crash startled me as books, drafting triangles, and heavy academic binders violently clattered to the floor. Liam had effortlessly cleared his hardwood counter with one sweep of his arm.

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Chelsea As Chelsea stepped into Harry Waters's office, the warmth and sophistication enveloped him. The room, a testament to the esteemed actor's success, exuded classic Hollywood glamour. Rich mahogany woodworks adorned the walls, floor, and furniture, while the scent of polished wood and leather wafted through the air. Waters's desk, crafted from a single piece of majestic mahogany, commanded attention. Intricate carvings danced across its surface, echoing the opulence of a bygone era. A plush, burgundy leather chair sat behind, inviting relaxation.

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

I was just focused on the book I was reading, pretending not to hear them. “Hey ugly,” one of them called out. “Hope you are not planning to show up tonight.” I pushed back my glasses that were falling off my nose and continued reading. One of them walked to my desk, grabbed my book and dropped it to the floor. “You don't ignore beauty like us.” She said, titling her head smugly. She continued “have you gotten a prom date? Oops, I forgot. Nobody will want an ugly duckling like you to be their date.”

I despise him so much and it is so hard to hide from this world when you know that every corner of this Academy is shouting Cayden's name. We just went to the shelves and I looked for a book to read because. I was thoroughly checking the books when I touched a book and it felt like I was suddenly electrocuted so I immediately let go. Shit, is this what they call static? I was curious, I looked at the book and I raised my hand again to touch it and this time I was not electrocuted. I took the book and looked. It is a brownish color book with moleskin. It looks old but still, it is in a good condition. I just read the title of the book.

She felt guilty once again, having forgotten about the load shedding issues in her house. "Le...Let me turn on the flashlight," Isabel said, leaving Mason dumbfounded. There was a flashlight in the room that Isabel and Emma used during power outages. It was on the study desk in the corner of their room. Isabel hurriedly headed towards the desk to turn on the light. Lost in haste, she forgot that Mason was standing in the middle of the room. In the darkness, with no response from Mason, she stumbled into him, nearly falling to the floor. A pair of hands saved her from falling, and it was none other than Mason's.