I Became The Ugly Lady Novel Novels & Stories

“What do you mean by this? Are you suggesting that I’m ugly? Do you think you’re better than me? Didn't you go for plastic surgery because you were ugly?” “Yeah, I went for plastic surgery because I looked ugly, but does my ugliness have anything to do with you?” Madeline calmly retorted. “You…” Ada was livid. When she saw Madeline ignoring her and walking away, her eyes darkened as a sinister sneer appeared on her face. “Your good days are coming to an end soon.” After saying that with a sinister smile, Ada walked into the kitchen and picked up the bag of peanuts that had been thrown into the trash can. After opening it, she took out some of the peanuts and stuffed them into the cleaned chi

"Cheat on me, and I'll cheat on you—" Isaac pinned her beneath himself just then. Irene tried to slide out from the side, but Isaac stopped her with his arms and said pointedly from above, "Uglies don't deserve you."

Hell, why am I even thinking about this? I grunted in annoyance and kicked the sand, hoping to get myself calm. Anytime I approach Ugly is to do nothing but tease her and when I had seen that book on her bed, I knew instantly what it was. I had seen it before, either in Cassie’s room or was it Madeline? Ugh, I can’t remember but I have acted that part before. And swears, I only wanted to tease Ugly because, hell, I was surprised seeing she was reading such a book. She always appeared innocent and to say I was surprised was an understatement.

THE UGLIES The first time Robby experienced a night terror, back in the early days of his infection, he had no idea what was going on. Something bitter twinkled to life in his dream, twisting the otherwise innocuous imagery into a nightmare that didn’t end with waking. This was always the worst part. The leftovers. Whatever despicable things the fever conjured in the dream—the uglies, as he’d come to think of them—followed him into reality. There they would linger.

she said with the kindest smile. Abigail felt like she was going to die from a nosebleed. She looked so breathtaking. Her ruby-colored eyes, waist-length red hair, luscious lips, angled features, and round eyes made her feel jealous of her. She felt she was so inferior. In fact, Abigail was the most beautiful woman on Athmovezer land. She had witch blood flowing in her body which give her the natural beauty of their race and combined with the fact she was the descendant of the Ursula Rati Slava, made her more beautiful. But in front of this woman, she felt like she looked like the ugliest woman in the world. Being a woman, she swooned on her beauty. She never saw a woman who was as beautiful

Ivy Ivy’s fingers trembled slightly as she held the hardback copy in her hands. The glossy cover reflected her reflection—older, wiser, with eyes that now carried the weight and wonder of someone who had lived through chaos and came out softer, not harder. The title shimmered in bold gold letters: How Pretending Helped Me Find Something Real By Ivy Monroe

Kumba. The moment I read the message, something in me snapped, I didn’t even remember grabbing my keys. One second I was staring at my phone, the words “She signed herself out” burning into my skull, and the next I was already halfway out the door, jacket thrown over my shoulder, the faint burn of whiskey still lingering in my throat. A homeless nineteen year old pregnant girl with a broken leg all alone in the streets alone at night. I slammed the penthouse door behind me harder than necessary and strode toward the elevator, my jaw clenched so tightly it hurt.

The entire class inhaled sharply. Liora’s head whipped around. Her jaw tightened. Inside her chest, her wolf snarled with venomous rage. Did that motherfucker just call me ugly? She hissed under her breath. The audacity. Her parents didn’t raise a mediocre slut; they raised a fucking Jewel of an Empire. Ugly? That word didn’t belong anywhere near her. She shoved the insult aside...temporarily...picked up her pen, and glanced at the first question. And froze.

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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.”