Lou Uglydolls Fanart Novels & Stories

Mature Content[18+] Third Person's POV: Mason playfully teased her nipples with a delicate dance of tongue and teeth, eliciting a mix of pleasure and pain that made her gasp with delight. The room was filled with the scandalous symphony of licking, sucking, and heavy moans, breaking the silence. His gaze lingered on her, relishing her arousal with a satisfied grin. Lost in sensation, she dug her nails into his shoulders, her eyes shut tight.

The music pulsed, and the smell of wet earth and sugary treats filled his nostrils. Arc's gaze lingered on Chelsea, now surrounded by River's friends, all of whom seemed to be enchanted by the charismatic performer. He wondered if River's claim about their uncle looking like a troll was just a joke or if there was some truth to it, given River's own otherworldly aura.

"So, are you trying to say my man got an ugly girl pregnant? He can't even get me pregnant! I had to lie about the whole thing and was glad he fell for it." "Who's this girl? Do you have pictures of her?" Penelope reached for her phone, operated it for sometime before showing the screen to Marta's mother. Marta rushed over to join them in watching the pictures. "Eww! She's really ugly!" Her mother made a face of disgust. "What's that ugly scar?" They all said mean things about her, but Marta was quiet. "I know her," she said after sometime, feeling cold all of a sudden.

“He hung me up, I think. My throat’s been weird this whole morning. I thought I was coming down with something, but it felt kind of suffocating? So I think the doll probably got hung from something.” “Like those sunny dolls? What kind of kink is that?” I frowned and softly touched the doll’s neck. There was a sewing crease there, so it made sense for wrinkles to appear around that area. I could imagine the doll being tied up and hanging like a sunny doll. The more I looked, the more the sight of the crease began to irritate me. It almost looked like someone had wrapped a rope around its neck. I wanted nothing more than to smooth it out.

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.

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.”

He finally managed to comfort me and didn't want to cause another scene again. However, after a moment of hesitation, he slowly said, "You probably don't remember this, Cindy. But you had this doll around your neck when I met you for the first time." "What?" I frowned. Could this doll be something I liked, not Eden? If that were the case, why would Craig buy so many identical ones and give them to Eden? I checked the package. Other than the doll, there was also an ice cream inside the package. I was shocked. Did he not know I hated white things the most—especially white-colored ice cream?

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

she turned and flashed me a fake smile and she wasn't hiding it, "well, what's your name?" I turned to Adrian, he didn't look at me, he already expected me to know what so say. "C...Cam... Camilla" I stuttered. She took a slow sip. Her eyes stayed on me. "What do you do, Camilla?" "Art," Adrian said before I could open my mouth. "She's an artist." Antonia tilted her head. "What kind of art?" "Paintings," Adrian said. "She's very talented." I looked at him. I had never painted anything in my life. I drew logos on a computer. That wasn't art. Not to these people.

I whine. "Just one more.......Ok." She gets up and sits on the edge of the bed with her pad. "Ready?" I roll to my side and prop my head on my hand. "Show me." She shows me. "It's not finished, but I'd love to put this on canvas." I grin. "Sold!" I chuckle. "Stop!" She hits me with the pad. "Hey!" I laugh. "Careful with my artwork!" I snatch the pad from her.