Final Fantasy Ugly Sweater Novels & Stories

I complained while staring at the mirror. "Stop whining and try the green one," Sarah yelled back from the hallway. I pulled the yellow sweater off and grabbed the dark green knit fabric from the wooden bench. I slid it over my head and adjusted the hemline around my waist. We finally settled on the dark green knit sweater because it fit my shoulders perfectly and did not hang off my frame. I stepped out of the cubicle so Sarah could inspect the final choice. "That is the one," Sarah announced while pointing at my chest.

I have to get what to wear at all costs. Wait, I spot something on the floor. A very shabby girl's sweater. None of the girls that I sleep with wear such . I got it. A smile creeps on my face when I remember the owner. The nerd of the school, Lyn. I felt so happy the day I got it from her. The poor girl had accidentally tore her dress and she had the sweater tied around her just to hide the torn part. I forcefully removed it from her amidst her pleas. That was one of the most incredible days of my life.

I knew I was ugly, but hearing my own sister say it still made me shake with pain. "You know what?" She leaned close to my ear. "You're not just ugly. You're stupid, too." I froze, confused by what she meant. "I'm so beautiful and well-behaved, so of course I should be the only princess. Seeing you with a face just like mine makes me sick every time. "When we were eight, I fell off that cliff on purpose. I knew you'd come save me. I calculated exactly where to position myself so you'd get that scar.

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Janet pouted and I wondered why anyone would want to wear something that looked and smelt like a disaster. Yes. It is that hideous. It possessed a terrible shade of red that failed to blend with the bright green that sprawled over the chest of the sweater in the form of a potato. Or… Santa Claus? The shape was hard to read. So, I squinted my eyes to attempt figuring out what the sweater was all about. Then, Janet asked, "Grace, do you want to put it on?" I didn’t think. I didn’t hesitate. My hands waved frantically and my lips rushed out a response. “No. No. No.”

"I'll be waiting in the car with your coffee, be quick hm?" Young-Jae hurried to open the bag and gasped at the beautiful sweater inside. It was a grey and white fabric with red details around the neck with a pair of jeans that were distressed around the knees. He quickly slid it over his head and frowned at the size, it landed just below his crotch and the sleeved hid his palms completely so he shrugged and rolled them up to perfection.

Kat replied while she held the outfit up and examined it. “Oh hell no,” Taryn gave out as she jumped off the bed with phone still in hand. She snatched the sweater from Kat and observed it. It was red and green with black stripes and a large reindeer embroidered in the centre. The material looked like something sewed by Mrs. Clause. “This thing looks like the Nightmare Before Christmas. What kind of best friend I would be if I let my bestie be seen in this monstrosity?” “What's wrong with it?” Kat asked. “I think it has spunk,” Kat added, and Taryn practically laughed as she gave the hideous apparel another scornful look.

what am I going to do with this boy? But even though he acted tough and possessive, he was still the sweet Jake who loved me with all of my quirks. I loved him and he made me laugh with his cringy nicknames and a sick sense of humor. He called me beautiful every day. And when he looked at me with those dark brown eyes full of adoration and lust, I felt like the most beautiful girl in the world. So I guess I wasn't the ugly one after all. The End A/N: Please Checkout the next book, Stalking Aaron to read about Aaron and Bella!

How naughty he is! “Forget it!” I walk into my room and open the wardrobe. I decide to wear a simple black underwear outfit, denim shorts, a white short-sleeved T-shirt with a black skull and a leather jacket, and my usual black combat boots. “Here I am ready!” “You look good, but why didn’t you wear a tank top?” “Simply because someone gives me a hickey on display!” “Oops, I didn’t realize!” “Yes, right, it’s me instead of a wolf, I’m a unicorn!”

She hands me a pack of tissues and when I've wiped my face and blown my nose, she puts make-up back on. - There, you're beautiful and ready to get back in the saddle. "You can claim our companion now. Shut up, Mia! I remind you that it's because you haven't been able to control yourself that we're where we are!' The stands fill up. The sun is setting, slowly descending over the horizon and I shiver. I grab the hoodie and notice a big number ten on the back with SWAN written underneath. - Are you still coming to the party after the game?" asks Celia, who's looking strangely at the sweatshirt I'm wearing.