I Feel Pretty Unpretty Song Novels & Stories

Mara Villanueva would rather lose everything than accept help from the cold, arrogant billionaire trying to buy out her neighborhood. Dominic Ashford would rather keep his world perfectly controlled than let anyone close enough to disrupt it. But when she needs money to save her late mother's bakery and he needs a wife to claim his inheritance, they strike a deal that is supposed to be simple. Six weeks. A contract. No feelings. What neither of them planned for is what happens when the walls come down, the secrets buried between their families, the enemies working against them from every direction, and the quiet truth that the one person they trusted least somehow became the only one who ever really saw them.

Zack was the Alpha of the Red Moon pack but he mainly lived all his life abroad, leaving the pack in the hands of his younger brother, when he finally returned to take over, he was betrayed by his brother who hired assassins to kill him to take over the pack. He survived their attack but ended up with memory loss after he was saved by Freda. He falls in love with the Female lead but he keeps it a secret as he wasn't the love type and was still on the quest of finding out who he was, he was scared that he might be someone who would harm her in future but he still tries all his best to protects the woman he loves. Freda left home and relocated to another country after she was chased out by her stepmom who framed her for her father's death. She gets a job at the hospital and starts a new life in the city, where she saves and meets the male lead.

Desperate to lose her virginity, Gracie, asks the new transferred boy out, the school nerd; Jason Drew. Well that's what she presumed, seeing the thick frame covering those eyes, that never left the books and the hand that never left the pens. He seemed like a perfect guy whom she could easily manipulate. Innocent and dumb. Seeing him so antisocial can mean only one thing right? That he has no experience in the field of sexual activity. Well at least that's what Gracie thought. But little did she know, innocence is far fetched from his dictionary. Nerd and innocent was never his thing. Never! The guy she just asked was a complete dominant and ruthless in bed, that can actually result in getting her on a wheelchair in a single night. "Sure, Gracie!" he said, "Meet you after the school." And the countdown begins...

A shattered kingdom, a fallen goddess, a defeated alpha, the moon is down, the wolf pack is no more. Alpha Ken, after a brutal fight against the coven of witches, fails miserably as he is over ridden and forced to flee and go into hiding leaving his pack and kingdom in the ill fate of the witch queen Zaria. Ken needs to find his mate to build a strong bond and strengthen himself to take back his pack, but what happens when darkness is overshadowing the earth, and it seems like the moon goddess has turned her back on her people?, who will pick a mate for him?. When all seems lost, only hope remains.

Idunnuoluwa Gregory is a 24-year-old orphan, CEO of I.D.G fashion house, and CEO of her late parent's company. Stacey Obong is her best friend and the only person she considers family. Michael Leonard is a 26-year-old handsome young man. He deals in the buying and selling of automobile spare parts. Raphael is his best friend. Michael and idunnu eventually fall in love. However, there's something between Stacey and Michael that Idunnu knows nothing about. Likewise, Raphael is hiding something. What is going to happen? What is Raphael hiding? What will happen when Stacey and Micheal finally meet? How will Idunnu and Stacey end up? What will cause a strain in the long-time friendship of Michael and Raphael? This is a must read

I was never supposed to be his bride, I was the mistake he couldn’t erase. Killian hated me for breathing and for simply existing. His eyes burned with anger every time they landed on me. There was so much hate and heat between us, I could barely breathe. Then there was Nolan, his brother. Quiet, but dangerous. He didn’t look at me like I was broken. He looked at me like he wanted to take everything I had—body and soul. I didn’t mean for this to happen. But guilt tastes a lot like desire when you’re starving for something real. And now I’m caught between two brothers…one who wants to hurt me, and one who already has. This isn’t just a love triangle. It’s a war. And I’m the weapon.

Melissa Jones, the so-called 'fake' heiress, lost her memory trying to save me. Her memory was stuck at the time she was 18, back when our lives had not yet been set right. Everyone told me to be the bigger person. In the new family portrait, I was the only one missing. My biological mother tried to comfort me, "Shirley, be reasonable. It's just a photo. We will make it up to you later." I applied for the vice president position year after year, only to be rejected five times in a row. Then, when Melissa said she wanted to learn the business, my brother, Maverick Jones, approved it immediately. Afterward, he turned to me and said, "You should give way to Melissa. You're the reason she lost her memory. I'm helping you make up for it." When I went into labor and needed my husband, Charles Smith, to sign the consent for a C-section, he was one floor above me, accompanying Melissa to a follow-up appointment. I called him seven times. He declined every call. In the end, my seven-month-old baby suffocated. Even in a wheelchair, I went to demand an explanation. However, outside the hospital room, I heard Melissa crying. "Back then, you all agreed I should pretend to have amnesia. I'll never randomly decline calls for Charles again. I just want to stay by your side for three more months." There was a moment of silence. Then, Charles and the others agreed. At that moment, I was not angry. I just felt something inside me turn completely empty. I turned around and accepted my adoptive parents' request to return to Nebula City. This time, I would give these people what they wanted.

I stared at the Vercetti marriage contract my father pushed across the table. Without hesitation, I wrote my half-sister’s name, Demi, and slid it back. My father froze. Then his eyes lit up with ridiculous excitement, like he’d just won the lottery. "How can you give such a perfect chance to your sister?" Last life, my marriage was a joke for everyone around me. I was the red-haired, untamed little witch who dared to climb into the orbit of Cassian Vercetti, heir and leader of the old-blood Vercetti crime family. I was never perfect nor obedient. He loved goddess gowns. I wore mini skirts and danced on tables. He demanded missionary, traditional, orderly intimacy. I wanted to climb on top, ride him, lose myself completely. At a gala, society wives laughing at my hair, my dress, my “wildness.” I thought he would at least pretend to defend me. He didn’t. “Forgive her. She’s not…properly trained.” Trained. Like a dog. I spent my entire last life suffocating under his rules, bending myself bloody to fit the shape he wanted, until the night our house caught fire. When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the moment I learned of the arranged marriage. I looked at the contract in front of me. This time? I think the nightclub boys suits me better. But the moment Cassian realized the bride wasn’t me, he shattered every rule he’d ever lived by.

On the first day of our marriage, Abyron, the Snake King, and I formed an empathic bond. It was thus impossible for me to doubt his love for me. However, on the seventh day, he slept with two rabbit girls. I collapsed completely. It felt worse than death. He sighed and said, “Yoelle, snakes are naturally lustful. It’s not that I don’t love you. You simply can’t satisfy me. You may deal with the women around me however you wish, but I won’t divorce you.” At first, I killed the women he favored out of jealousy. Later, I stopped caring at all. Then he dismissed his entire harem for a human woman named Xena Lane. That was when I asked for a divorce. It was not because of jealousy. It was because my little lover was demanding his place.

When my mother asked me who I wanted to marry, this time, I chose none of them. Instead, I decided to go to the Northwest and serve my country. In my previous life, both my childhood friend, once a captain, and my educated fiancé courted me. I had feelings for both. But while I was still struggling to decide who I wanted as my husband, both accidentally ingested something. In a dazed state, I spent a chaotic night. After that, my parents asked one of the men to marry me. On the wedding day, the first love in both their hearts, the woman they had always truly loved, found out the truth. Out of spite, she accepted a local thug’s proposal. After marrying him, she was forced to give birth to ten children, one after another, until she died tragically. After her death, both men grabbed me by the throat and asked, “Why did she have to die such a miserable death, while you’re still alive and well?” They strangled me to death. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day when my childhood friend and my fiancé had been drugged.