Pretty Face Is Going To Hell Novels & Stories

“At least it’s not ugly…” She said as she stared at it. She sighed and got into her car and started it up before she began the drive back towards the dragons. She turned on Cry Pretty by Carrie Underwood and sang it “I'm sorry, but I'm just a girl…Not usually the kind to show my heart to the world…I'm pretty good at keepin' it together…I hold my composure, for worse or for better….So I apologize, if you don't like what you see….But sometimes my emotions get the best of me…And fallin' apart is as human as it gets…You can't hide it…You can't fight…what the truth is…You can pretty lie…And say it's okay…You can pretty smile…And just walk away…Pretty much fake your way through anything…But, you c

Upon glancing at Adrian's daughter, whom they had yet to meet till then, the elders determined that she was but another celebrity with a plastic face, her appearance a splitting image with many among the crowd. On the other hand, Connie came alongside Hilda, only to be irked upon seeing people walking around with faces similar to Hilda's. In fact, Hilda's appearance was somehow being hailed as the latest beauty standard, so a lot of people had been tweaking their faces to look like her, which was something that Connie was unhappy about.

1. Tess Pulling up to the rod-iron black gates of the Deck Fortress, I feel like I am slowly pulling up to my version of hell on earth. Hi Satan, how are you today? The thought enters my mind causing me to smile despite the onslaught of panic and anxiety. Instead of Satan being a big red guy with horns and pointy fork, my Satan has exquisite looks, dark blue eyes, and a killer smile. Pretty positive torturing souls is what they have in common, though, and now I come back to him with more to lose than before.

Mike sneered, “You’re disgusting to look at! No wonder you wear that thing. It seems our appearance indeed reflects our inner selves. You deserve such ugliness for being so vile! “No, you should look even uglier to match your spitefulness!” he continued, ignoring the man’s mad screaming. “Why bother to research the viruses? You should study plastic surgery and fix your screwed-up face. “But too bad! No matter how you fix it, you can’t change how ugly you are inside. You’ll always be ugly! What a joke! How could the world be ruled by anyone so ugly? If it were to happen one day, I’m sure God would rather destroy our world!”

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My mood was pretty foul as I tapped into the message, but the moment I saw what Michael wrote, my face turned scarlet. "You look gorgeous. The red dress suits you. Take off the heels and apply some ointment to your ankle." I was startled. How did he know I'd sprained my ankle? And what ointment was he talking about? I was caught up in my thoughts when a drone came in through the window. It had a box tied to it. I took off the lid to find a red dress and a tube of ointment.

I waved my hand impatiently. Seeing how casually I spoke, Keven had no choice but to go along with it. I thought I was mentally prepared for it. But when I saw my reflection on my phone, I burst into tears. I buried my face in the blanket and cried uncontrollably. Kevin was at a loss, not knowing how to comfort me. From the blanket, I asked unhappily, "Have I turned ugly and horrifying now?" Kevin replied, "No way! You're the prettiest woman in Dainsclef Village."

I look like a shell of a girl. Is this just another kind of hell?

He looked into my eyes, shaking his head as his eyes kept trying to close. And then he held both of my cheeks, pulling my face down to level his. “Have you seen this face? I don’t think anyone could ever compare to this! This type of face doesn’t belong to this world. It’s so otherworldly. Maybe what you said was true: that you live in another place— another world. Was it true? It must be. You’re so handsome, Heli, do you know that? Your face doesn’t belong to Earth. Were you from Jupiter? Or Venus?”