Pretty Ugly Book Novels & Stories

He unclasped the box, revealing some old books inside. The top novel caught his attention, its dog-eared pages and worn texture hinting at its age. The front cover was missing, but as he flipped through the pages, he found what could possibly be the title written in pen at the back: "Inner beauty and Otter's flaws." This title seemed poignant, considering Arc's past. His mom had abandoned him when he was a child, leaving unanswered questions and unresolved emotions. Arc walked in, and Chelsea looked up and saw his somber expression which was a stark contrast to his nervous energy. "What are you doing?" The question was laced with curiosity and accusation.

So Proserpina moves on to the next row, then the next one, and the next one, on and on until she was literally kneeling like a child on the floor when she finally comes across a book third to the last on the bottom row in between a skinny book and leather bound one; the book was silver-gray, small and light in her hands and the cover seemed to have some sort of glossy material in it as it twinkled when she turned it here and there… ‘Kind of a child’s storybook,’ she noted. The book was almost as big as her palm and seemed to have pages as what one would expect from a novelette. She carefully opens it up to the first page–not wanting to have a repeat of another destroyed book because a destro

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I got out a dense packed book and quickly went back to Reuben in bed. He looked confused and disheveled; his inquisitive gaze fell on the book in my hand. He asked, "What is that?" I, in turn, proudly presented it to him, "Lo and behold Your Highness, this right here in my hand is the 5th popular limited edition of Busty Asian Babes. I heard it is so stimulating that you can release at any time." Reuben with book in hand, "..........."

“I can get it for you. What’s the name of the book?” I froze. I couldn’t come out and name it; the book didn’t necessarily have a title, per se. I ran a hand through my hair, leaving it standing on end. “It doesn’t have a title.” Another pause. “Your… book doesn’t have a title?” “It’s not really a book, necessarily. More of a series of historical notes.” “Ok,” Mark said, clearly unphased. “What does it look like?” “It’s dark green.” “How do you know?” Mark mused. He had a point.

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Gina said with her mouth full. Selena looked at her with a confused face. "Have you been reading more of those books?" She was referring to the books on Gina's desk that had weird titles like "How to properly unlock the door without the key." , "Speak like a smarty pants!" , "Who are you? I am the ugly world?" , "Books for people who are cops." And other titles. Selena didn't even want to think of how silly the contents were. Who on earth even wrote those books and where did Gina even get them?

"Daddy." "It's none of your fucking business who I talked to," I spat, not even acknowledging the mocking tone in his English tainted voice. "So drop it." He shrugged again before unzipping my bag and pulling out my sketchbook. "Ooh, you color, Tiger?" He teased, looking at me with a smug eyebrow raised. "Dude!" I rush over to him and reach up to take the book back. "You nosy asshole! Drop it!" He only laughed and held it out of my reach as he started flipping through the pages. "Let's see what we have here," he said, mockery dripping out of his voice as he examined the pages, still holding the book from my reach. His fucking height did me no favors.

It turned into a real grim reaper; it was not a costume but a real deal. “You warned and watched me, I bet you knew that I had the book of Soleira. Explain it in a manner that we can understand. Are we a character from a book and this world is actually a fantasy the writer created?” He thought if his assumption is correct, then it proves that the weird whirlwind story of their hatred-romance are all the author's cruel fantasy.

Braxton’s servant didn’t fill out his clothes as well. Quickly, she admonished herself. Although William Braxton had been blessed with the most favorable attributes—mesmerizing hazel eyes, smooth lips, hair a woman would love to run her fingers through—he was still an ogre on the inside. He cared about nothing but his precious money.