Lou Ugly Doll Novels & Stories

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 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.

Their god stood at the centre, wings spread, hands wrapped in chains born of pain and torment. The soul in front of him had once been one of the gentler ones. Apollo could still see glimpses of its former self when he exerted too much force: remnants of a human jawline, the memory of hands that once looked normal. But Hell had stripped away that shape quickly. Now, its limbs were stretched, jointed in unnatural places, and it hung from the ceiling by hooks embedded deep into tendon and misshapen muscle. Its skin bore scars of old burns and cracks glowing with recent, healed-over iron. Each ragged breath rattled through a chest distorted beyond earthly anatomy, the ribs arched outward like fa

Setting the doll aside, Massimo watched her pass through various points in her room, from the new white chest, the low shelves on the walls colored with different wallpapers, and finally picking up Hoppy from where he lay, on the bed. “Look at Hoppy.” She handed him the stuffed animal, so serious that Massimo had to stop himself from laughing “Hoppy is sad because he thinks he's very ugly and that's why he wants to buy a very expensive bow to make him prettier! What do you do?” “Uh… Shall I buy him the bow?”

My closet filled with tons of sweaters and baggy jeans. All of this makes me want to cry again. “You grew up here, didn't ya?” He mutters, as if to himself. “Yeah.” I nod, following his eyes as they take in every single detail of my room. He's staring at my bed now, well not really my bed. He's staring at my stuffies. There are three, Mr. Bean, Cherry, and Loli-girl. Mr. Bean’s a stuffed bear, Cherry's a unicorn, and Loli-girl is a blonde crochet doll. Why am I embarrassed that Jaxon's looking at them? I feel like a greasy, dumb kid again.

I hummed looking around for the perfect doll “That black one” I pointed at the angry looking doll “Haha, I thought you'll go for this pink cute looking one cause the last time you wore pink it really suited you why going for the pink one?” “Cause it looks like you” “Huh?” He gasped touching his face “Come on Amy we both know I don't look like this” “Just get it and stop complaining” I nudged his shoulder “Yes ma” He laughed and began struggling with the claw machine, I sat down and watched as he put coins over and over and over again and still the black doll refuse to be grabbed

I snarled at him. Did he think he was the only one who knew how to insult me? I could even see on his face that he was cringing when I said that he looked like a monkey. Dark Louiz gave me a look of disgust. "I'm not an ugly monkey! I'm handsome. I'm not as ugly as you!" he said angrily.

She wore a black sleeveless shirt with the picture of a grey skull on it saying; Fuck on. She looked deadly. She had her eyes on Angela. Angela was whimpering and gulping every second. The girl’s dark brown eyes pierced into her like a knife. “That’s Louisa,” Josh said pointing at the Mohawk girl. The next girl among the group looked normal except for the number of decorations she had on her body. They were too many. There were tattoos of monkeys, broken hearts, jungles, skeletons, and many more crazy things on her. She was playing with a blade. It was sharp and dangerous but she handled it like a pro.

Aaron, Hazel, Asher, Joe, Akiko, and Loula sit on the same row. Loula looks different from before. She cut her hair in bob styles and color it back with the dark brown. She looks more beautiful than her previous style. More elegance and ladylike. The way she dresses also improving a lot. She used to wear something more open and sexy, while now she wears elbow-length sleeves and an A-line dress. Simple but elegant. At first, all of them hard to figure her out because she put on sunglasses when they at the parking space, but after she smiles and showing her dimple they automatically could figure out who she is.

Ugly. "Ari," I screamed at the top of my voice, just before she could pull the trigger. "Is this what you really want?”