I Became The Ugly Lady Novel Novels & Stories

, she said, getting up from the bed and hugging me suddenly. "No...I won't kiss you..." I said to her firmly. "Why...I know I'm ugly..but please...pretty please", she begged. "No. I don't want to make any more mistakes...I have already done a lot of sins" I denied her request. I didn't understand why she thinks of herself as ugly when she is a goddess in reality. "I hate you...No body loves me," she said, crossing her arms and pouting angrily. "Who said that? What about Elena and Ian?" I tried to divert her attention.

“A real upper-class lady doesn’t need to show off because she’s grown up with those things. So she couldn’t be bothered to show off. Have you ever seen Xyla showing off branded products on social media?” When Xyla saw these comments, she didn’t feel anything. She had long gotten used to being the center of attention and receiving tons of compliments from other people. Before she became fat and ugly, she was the most beautiful woman in Atlantis. Every day, she lived under the spotlight of other people’s attention and compliments… After turning from fat and ugly to the beautiful woman she was now, she found Stanley, the man who stood at the top of the social pyramid. With his help, her life be

a lady was trying to enter in hotel but guards were not letting her in. "Hey lady..who are u..u can't go there " "Why can't I go..I am Ava and after so many tries I finally get a chance of interview for my job which is fix in this hotel..so I will definitely go in "she pushed a guard hard..and was going to enter but max came in front of her.. He looked at her upside down...she was in skirt and top with matching earrings and high ponytail..that dress fits her perfectly enhancing her figure more..

I hear, timid and frightened. I walk into the guest room, with a forced smile, and I see her sitting on the bed, her legs underneathe her, and a book in her hands - my copy of Ugly Love. "How are you settling in?" I ask, standing awkwardly by the wall. "Good, thank you." She nods, and my heart breaks, we were laughter, late nights, junk food, marvel movies, and books, now, we are awkward conversations, and betrayals. "Okay." I say, turning to walk out.

My unwilling expression indicated I had no interest in Quentin Bennett anymore. I hadn't expected that me being a third wheel would lead to me being forcibly kissed. "The young lady has such beautiful lips," the makeup artist couldn't help but praise me. I didn't dare to say anything and occasionally glanced at Briella Cortez, observing whether she held a grudge against me. If there was one person I wanted to avoid offending, it was Briella Cortez. In the original book, Briella Cortez was the craziest and most vicious character. She was the first one to "get" Quentin Bennett.

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People always have different opinions and wonder how a fat, ugly girl like me would be dating such a handsome heir of a wealthy family and a billionaire CEO. I even felt lucky, and other girls began to be jealous of me, especially my bullies and the ones in high school. I sat comfortably in the cozy, dark, shiny car as the driver concentrated on his job, looking sternly at the smooth, long, city-vibe road. Olivia took a glance at me as the orange light in the car shone upon my face. I noticed the glance and asked, “Why are you looking?” I asked in an unfamiliar accent as we drove through the dark city.

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

Before she could respond, the lady ushered her to a vanity and guided her to take a seat. The lady skillfully applied makeup to Isabel's face and styled her hair into soft curls. Once the makeup and hair were complete, Isabel adorned herself with elegant accessories and slipped into strappy heels. The lady positioned her in front of a large mirror to admire her entire ensemble. Isabel stared at her reflection without blinking, mesmerized by her own appearance. Despite acknowledging her flaws, she felt undeniably beautiful. This moment triggered a flashback to her wedding day, where she also felt radiant. However, that happiness was overshadowed by the nightmares that followed—Mason's constan