Pretty Face Going To Hell Novels & Stories

"Then, why don't you think so if it's about doing that with me?" "Because it is disgusting, and so you are." "Come on, you must want to do it. Let me ****** your ****** so you can feel the real ecstasy from Heaven." GEM-B tempted him. "I'm sorry, I am just a wandering spirit that can't go to Heaven nor Hell and I have no intention to go to either." Cocong refused.

I said proudly to her looking at my angel. "Are you out of your mind? Look at her! She is looking very ugly, and she didn't even know how to walk properly wearing heels. If you appointed her as your model, she will definitely humiliate you in front of the whole world!! This is the best joke of the year" that b**** mocked at me. 'Control your anger Akash. Don't scare your angel again' I calmed my mind.

" what the hell?" " I really thought this time I'll die for sure" Celea exhaled annoyed " Oh great not only did I not die but now I'm stuck with your ugly face" said Celea after seeing the devil was also there with her " Who are you calling ugly? you have the same face as me! you are letaraly the female version of me!" " But your feminine features are very beautiful, you would be beautiful if you were a woman, wich you are not, your just an ugly devil"

) once again. “I told you many times that he’s a handsome man! Why are you bringing me those ugly farts! Not even a shred of my description matched!” Hellion roared as she gritted her teeth. Goddamn it. They send her those ugly shrimps! Their specs are nice but their face is too ugly, she almost puked. The drunkards sighed. The one who called her strange earlier said in dismay. “Such a crazy girl. Where will she even find a handsome young man. Her description is so unrealistic! Tsk tsk”

“If you can see me as a teenager that has multiple insecurities, well, I can see you as an adult that’s trying to groom me at the moment. Will you stop? You’re creeping me out.” This is me. I will really have the determination to discard anything else I feel if I encounter something that disgusts me. “What the fuck? Are you serious right now?” The devil answers me in question. “Just change the way you look right now. I don’t like it.” “Change the way I look right now? Honey, I can’t do that. This is my face. And hey, by the way, I am gorgeous. Bold of you to say that I’m creeping you out.”

How do I feel? Great!!!!! Note the sarcasm please. God! This is so frustrating. I can't even breathe properly. I went outside and stand next to the basin holding my head I looked into the mirror I look like a total shit. Don't I? I guess that's why people call you little shit. I scoffed at my thoughts seriously right now huh??? What I'm just trying to lighten up your mood. You piece of shit, you're making it worse. There, there my dear!!! That's you.

They were exactly like the man's from my dream. His lips curled into a smile. Not the smile that made my cheeks go pink, no, not that one. This smile was cold, devour of warmth or humanity. This smile was like a living thing, speaking of many horrors. It continued to stretch across his face until his razor sharp fangs were exposed. No, it can't be. "Y…y…. You're a…." I chocked on the last word. He crouched to my level and grabbed my chin in a gentle hold.

Preston bellowed as he dodged the flying items. Smirking, I flipped the table over. He looked at me in utter disappointment. "Jeanine Colby, you've turned into a vulgar woman. You're so different from Jeanine from high school. She was a goddess, out of this world." I glared at him. "The same goes for you. You're more appalling now." With that, I made my way to the bedroom to get Emma. Halfway, an idea struck me. I turned around and announced to Preston, "You do not deserve to work with me. Harlan Group will call off the partnership with your hospital."

Willow's POV I stood staring at my reflection in the mirror, the woman staring back at me almost unrecognisable. My cheeks were hollow, my blue eyes sunken deep with dark circles beneath them, and my once vibrant hair hung limp and lifeless. The long, low-cut dress clung to my body, a testament to the weight I’d lost. The high slit up my leg seemed to mock me, revealing not just skin but the fragile state of my soul.

“I don’t know what to expect.” Relieved, Vivian grinned. “First, we undress and put on robes…” She launched into a list of facials, massages, scrubs, and fancy drinks. I listened, nodding, but my mind drifted. Tonight, I would smile beside Zane as if nothing weighed on me. But deep down, I knew this couldn’t last forever.