Pretty Face Is Going To Hell Novels & Stories

“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."

Nicola's voice remained calm. Sebastian's voice trembled. "Nicola, I know I was wrong. I'll change. I've lost the family. All I want is you..." Nicola interrupted him, "The moment that emerald pendant shattered, you're dead to me. I'm free now and happy." The call ended, and the dial tone echoed in the empty room. Sebastian slumped to the floor, staring at the television screen. The news was showing a banquet in Sicily, Italy.

she follows my finger and scrunches up her face. "I can't see his face. What if he's a psycho? Or worse, ugly?" "How is being ugly worse than being a psycho?" "Trust me, you'd rather find yourself with a handsome psycho than an ugly one. If he's to end me, I'd like to go with a handsome face. I might even let him bang me one last time"

His jaw moves in a satisfying way when he talks. Being this close to him I’m noticing things about his face I shouldn’t. I’m looking for flaws but there aren’t any. They say demons have the prettiest faces. He must be the ruler of all demons then. The devil himself. And why is he telling me he had a bad day. Am I supposed to care? Or provide him with comfort? I couldn’t give two shits if his entire world fell apart. In fact, that would make me the happiest girl in the world.

"I know, I just can't." "How long will you hide in that facade?" She slowly turned to him with reddish nose. "Probably forever." "Remove that facade and move on for real, unveil all of them and accept it no matter how hard it is." A weak smile escape from her lips as she turned to the fountain again. "I am ugly behind this facade, I'm happy now." "Fake happiness, never last long. Remove that facade or faith will smash it for you. You are not ugly, you are precious, you know that."

“Oh, please don’t make me laugh.” “Why would I waste my money on garbage? He’s just trash I threw away, and Helene found the shit and picked it up for herself.” Helene’s face twisted with horror, her perfectly painted lips parting in shock before her expression flared up with raw anger. Her eyes narrowed into slits, cheeks flushing an ugly red as her hands clenched into fists at her sides, knuckles turning white. The elegant mask she always wore cracked right there, revealing the ugly, insecure girl underneath.

I'd do anything to have a new look. "Surgery is always an option." "That's insulting, and surgery can't fix this," I pointed at my rotten ugly face "if it was disfigured and all maybe it might but my face looks normal but it's just, I have no black heads, no pimples, nothing but still my face is as ugly as it can get, I can't get any uglier, some even find my face irritating." I stated the facts. "You're not that ugly-" "Yes she is, in fact I've never seen anything as ugly as her in my life and I've seen a lot of ugly people." The food stall guy uttered abruptly interrupting Melody.