Gumball Ugly Mga Nobela at Kwento

There was no capsule, no structure, and no design. Just a rough scrap of wood with the words written in black marker: "$50 to make a space capsule? Dream on." Gasps rippled through the room. Laughter followed, uneasy at first, then louder. Some kids giggled. A few adults even snorted. Noah blinked at the box again, confused. Then slowly, his face crumpled. bursting into sobs. My heart sank as Noah stood there on stage in front of everyone, his whole world shattered, probably feeling like his life was ruined.

Her assistant looked frightened as she hurriedly pushed the ball to another person standing next to her, and the ball continued to move until something suddenly popped out from within it. It seemed like there was a system inside the ball, and part of its surface would open once the music stopped. Something then appeared from the gap, and it was a bloody head that emerged from inside the ball. It happened to be a girl who was 'chosen' by 'the ghost,' and the girl immediately screamed and almost threw the ball out of her hand. But she stopped just in time when Karl suddenly shouted saying that the price of the toy was equivalent to ten months' salary. The poor girl finally gripped the scary ba

Sigrid used up a lot of tokens and tries but still got nothing. She was so angry that her face turned red. Feeling quite dissatisfied, she groaned, "What kind of d*mn machine is this? Every time I manage to grab a doll, the machine shakes and the doll falls off! That's so unreasonable! I feel like I'm about to age by 10 years!"

Paul told Gregg, trying to calm him down. “What happened, Daddy?” A little girl’s voice appeared out of nowhere, right behind Paul. Paul turned and looked down to see a curly red-haired and blue-eyed little doll who looked like she was a five-year-old miniature supermodel. “Daddy made a mess, honey. He spilled coffee all over this poor man’s clothes,” Gregg told his little girl who came and stood beside him while looking up at Paul and sucking on her tiny fingers.

Because she let other people convince her that big and black was ugly. She went back to school dressed in her most fly suede mini skirt and matching boots with her short hair styled like Anita Baker's. She grabbed the thug-boy between classes, pulling him behind a set of lockers and gave him a kiss; her very first. Afterwards, when she walked down the halls in her tight jeans and baby doll tops, rocking her UGZ and she got stares, Juicy no longer cared. Some maybe thought that she was too fat, some thought that she looked good, but it didn't matter. Juicy already understood everything at the age of sixteen; people will make you want to die. People will make you hate yourself; and you ca

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 wanted to slap him for the looks he gave me, but I needed proof and I’d have to deal with the racism a bit for now. “It’s a stupid question, but me and the others got talking about birthmarks earlier and I was wondering, how does this one look?” I rolled up the sleeve of my uniform, getting a scoff from him. “Terry says it looks like a unicorn, but Gabe said a camel apple on a stick.” Diego scoffed a little in his seat and scooted back, rolling his eyes. “It looks more like a plunger to me. Just like the gutter you crawled from.” I so wanted to punch him, but gritted my teeth and laughed.

I try to make her explain. " okay Ma'am " she says sarcastically which shows that she has not believed a word of what I have told her. " Believe me Noami, one thing I know, that guy can't fall for a person like me. Ugly , uneducated ..fashion less.. " I say with a bit if sadness in my tone.

They are already so hideous, I already feel like a victim just for having to see their faces. And what’s with their terrible character? This one just licked his lips and throws me a dirty smirk like I’m some cheap harlot that got sold to him for half the price of a cookie… I’m definitely killing him. I cannot believe he’s this disgusting and annoying. His face and his… everything about him, he looks like a sheep in wolf’s clothing, and he does look like he needs the money. It can be so much better, far really better. I want to find it so hard to punch someone in the face just because he’s so cute; I don’t want to ruin that glamorous look. Umbra can do better, like a lot better.

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.