Pretty Face Is Going To Hell Novels & Stories

He said before finally leaving. “H-Hey! What do you think of me, an animal?! You jerk!” I yelled which made the women behind me laugh so I glared at them and that stopped them. They grabbed me by the hand as if they are already going to execute me, “Let’s go now, Miss Sunny. After this make-over, we’ll make sure you’ll look far more different than you are now!” Yeah, right. So basically, they are saying that I’m ugly as fuck.

Ana complains, "I'm working! We are all working here, stop it." "You stop whining, baby. You’re my doll, you do as I say," she orders nonchalantly and forces Ana to look at the camera. Her blue eyes look out of this word under those lights and her baby-face skin looks flawless. I bet she uses all these fucking skincare things she’s trying to sell, "Smile for me.” "No, I look like shit," she growls stubbornly, lifting a hand to mess with her hair. But... no, she actually looks very pretty.

“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.

Emily tied her long brown hair into a ponytail. She looked at the mirror and saw her pale reflection. She had never looked so pitiful before. She hated the nameless man she had met the night before. Emily applied foundation and powder, then used pink blush to restore some color to her pale face. Finally, she applied blood-red lipstick to her lips. Perfect! The strong Emily was back.

I was faster than her. Hilda Farell's smile twisted into a deadly and malevolent grin, her eyes gleaming with an otherworldly intensity. "You have no inkling of the torment that awaits you," she hissed, her voice dripping with sadistic pleasure. "I will haunt you until your dying breath, and even beyond that, I will ensure your soul is forever trapped in a realm of suffering."

Umbra can do better, like a lot better. Recruit young and handsome men. Imagine you get killed, and furthermore to being annihilated, the last face that stares you in the eyes is a man who looks like he was on fire, and someone tries to put it out with a fork. I’d frown my entire way to the afterlife. “Welcome…” the digital voice elbowed me back to reality, and I snapped my gaze from my opponent’s disgusting smirk. Did I say I was going to kill him?

" She said. He laughed out loud like she had said the most hilarious thing he had heard all day. "You know what,that cracked me up a lot. Are you serious?" He said. She looked crossed at him. "You can never imagine." She said. He walked up to her maintaining a serious face. He stood a step from her. "I really don't know where you got that from but I assure you Miss Kylie,oh my bad,Mrs Kylie," he said sarcastically as he ran his fingers along the lines of her face and she stared at him. "The last rule won't be needed because it won't ever happen." He said so confidently that she felt her ego bruised once more.

This…this filth can rot in hell. I have reached the end of affording him the luxury of speaking. I look with a very satisfied smile on my face. The time has come. "Let us just say an eye for an eye. Every time I look at what you have done to me, I am going to remember this day. I want you to have my face tormenting you in hell. You might have taken my leg, but you have not taken me."

"Tell me honestly if you want my wealth or power. Because I will give her to you. Don't act hypocritically by asking me for a day. You once pulled the arrow of heaven from me, I will give you what you want. Think of it as my gift to you. " "Why do you say that... I sincerely help you." replied Aphrodite sadly, she turned to look at me. There is no lie in her eyes, that's what makes me annoyed at her. I smiled sinisterly and I pushed Aphrodite's body into the mirror. She whimpered in pain just as the mirror shattered. She looked into my eyes as she noticed the change in me. "You must remember this, Aphrodite. I am the Prince of Hell," I said sarcastically. "No sincerity from me, all th

My foot I say to all those foolish uncultured creatures. But back to the plan... I know exactly what I'm going to do, little miss perfect aren't going to be so perfect after I'm done with her. She will be equivalent to Lilly's disfigured paintings. With a dark grin spreading on her lips, one similar to the grin the devil himself would be spotted in. The chills that run down one's spine after witnessing it would certainly crawl down your spine like a lone drop of water running down one's exposed back. •●•