Pretty Face Is Going To Hell Novels & Stories

Someone like Thalia. I pray to the goddess that my fated mate won’t be such a man whore. Or such a filthy human being. I don’t know what I would do if he were. Sure, appearance wise they are handsome. But that doesn’t balance out their repulsive personalities. Typical “pretty on the outside, rotten on the inside” story. “OH MY GOD, LOOK AT HER FACE!!! I’M DEAD” I hear the cockroach bellowing out in laughter, taking short gasps of air in between.

Like my naani said bad people will treated very badly in hell by burning alive in fire. When Nivi and I sat in front of doctor to hear about her condition. Not even for a second Nivi looked at me. She sat there with her head down. I am not going to scold her or blame her for anything I just want to see her face and make sure that she is alright.

Zara shouted back, pointing at the dark patches almost covering half of Zoey's skin and body. "Alright! Praise the prettiest face in this house, then. Praise you! You know what, why don't you just marry yourself because you are so in love with your unpigmented appearance you forgot that your behavior sucks and there's nothing you can do about it! You're a devil! You deserve to rot in hell!" "So, you're not a devil yourself?" "I am!" "See? At least, I'm a pretty devil. Unlike you. Suck on that, loser!"

"Go... to... hell." Kiara gracefully lowered the digital recorder, a terrifying, incredibly dark smirk violently spreading across her flawless red lips. She wasn't angry. She was absolutely, deeply thrilled by the complete, ruthless destruction of his entirely stubborn will. The absolute thrill of the violent corporate hunt completely intoxicated her flawless predator instincts.

He would say, "Look at you always staying up late for work like this. Other women your age pay more attention to taking care of their health and complexion. You used to be so pretty, but you already have dark spots on your face now. "Don't push yourself too hard, honey. Look at how your bosses are all still men. You have me to dote on you at home, but things aren't that clear-cut at work. You can't beat a man, no matter how hard you work." At the time, I'd been enchanted by the concern in his tone, so I'd overlooked the contempt and mockery in his words. I'd been a fool.

" Callista pressed her lips together. Jane, with her hair half-white and her demeanor utterly humble, looked pitiable. Jane then handed over her phone, showing a video of Luther. He was half-reclining on a hospital bed with an IV drip in his arm. The hospital gown hung loosely on his emaciated frame, and he looked frail. He was almost unrecognizable, "He truly knows he was wrong," Jane said softly. Callista stared at the screen. In less than six months, Luther had turned himself into a shadow of the man he once was. Just then, Luther's call came through, and Jane answered on speakerphone.

"Just as attractive as my face?" "Hey, you said that. Glad we can finally agree on one thing. But there is one other problem that you face now." "Please humor me and tell me that has got your small brain fascinated." "Well, lucky that is the only small thing I have. But we guess you shall never get to see that." "Get to your point Mirabelle." "Hell is freezing over." "What?" "I said Hell is freezing over."

The picture showcased a work ID. On it was written: Greenville City Funeral Home. Below the department's name was a photograph of a woman with sparkling, captivating eyes, looking strikingly beautiful. Mortician: Helma. The user who shared this added a caption: [A mortician, someone who beautifies the deceased. It's astonishing how such a person dares to share beauty tutorials online. Aren't Steady Hemmy's followers worried?] [Isn't it eerie to apply makeup meant for the departed on oneself? Helma seems to have ulterior motives. Is she casting some sort of curse on all of you?]

I paused as I roared into derisive laughter. "Your cold heart is devoid of love. All that is there is hatred and bitterness and maybe that is why the Moon Goddess decided to punish you by giving you an ugly face! You are going to remain ugly forever cos nothing would ever make you look beautiful, not even surgery!" I said with a smirk as she looked horrified.

Why on earth did he come back all of a sudden? Bellamy walked up to Stella and stood between her and Frederick. He lowered his eyes and said in a disgusted tone, ''Your eyes are too big, the nose is obviously fake, the mouth is too small and it could barely hold a banana. Your skin is too pale, which means that you're not healthy. Your face looks as if it'll bring calamity to the country and people. How is that considered beautiful?" Bring calamity to the country and the people? Didn't it mean that she was beautiful?