Pretty Ugly Book Novels & Stories

Parang may maliit na bagay na nakaipit dito. Out of curiosity, agad ko ng kinuha ang librong 'yon mula sa shelf then dusted it off. "'Where the sun doesn't shine' by Marvens Jeff Bonhomme..?" I couldn't help but shook my head just reading the title at the cover page. This hardbounded black book was no doubt a novel, an old novel kaya ba't naman nandito ito? Was Mr. Romero also interested with this piece of crap? With disgust glare at that book, kinuha ko na lamang yong papel na nakaipit dito and then put that book back to the shelf.

I was just focused on the book I was reading, pretending not to hear them. “Hey ugly,” one of them called out. “Hope you are not planning to show up tonight.” I pushed back my glasses that were falling off my nose and continued reading. One of them walked to my desk, grabbed my book and dropped it to the floor. “You don't ignore beauty like us.” She said, titling her head smugly. She continued “have you gotten a prom date? Oops, I forgot. Nobody will want an ugly duckling like you to be their date.”

My name was Winston Shand, and I was 55 years old. I worked as an online writer. When online novels were booming about five or six years ago, I seized the opportunity and became one of the first top authors, earning a few million. Because of my short stature and unattractive appearance, I remained unmarried as I had never found a suitable partner. Thankfully, the money I earned from writing and a few million I made through investments were enough to keep me comfortable for the rest of my life.

Chapter 1: Caught in the Act I straddled on Professor Blake’s lap in his office, my short plaid skirt shoved up around my waist, my soaked black panties hanging off one ankle like a dirty little trophy. His thick cock was buried deep inside my dripping pussy, stretching me open as I rocked my hips in slow, lazy circles, taking every inch of him with each roll. I’d never been one for hitting the books hard. Studying felt like torture, so I’d found a much more appealing way to keep my grades up, and it was simple, riding my professor raw for hours. And it happened to work every single time.

Forgetting about the situation that was happening currently I was snapped back to reality when I see him lunge at the grey wolf that was chasing me, they snarl and tear into one another; his claws tear into the side of the grey wolf who lets out a howl from the injury that was just inflicted onto his torso. Whimpers are to be heard as the grey wolf backs away from the black wolf and stares at me as he growls and snaps his jaw, within a second the grey wolfs retreat back to the forsaken territory as they take off running in retreat from the attack that was inflicted onto them, sighing in relief my arms collapse under me as I stare up at the sky laughing in relief of being able to live another

Beauty looked up from her computer and gazed at Jessie curiously. Jessie had her face buried in her phone, blushing like a potato. “What book is that?” “Don't toy with me sexiest man of the year…by Luchi Luchy her pen name is also Caroluchy , now can I read this Fucking masterpiece in peace!” “Well, what's it about?” “Sex…” “Be serious”. “Why do you think I am so interested in it, duh”. Beauty shook her head. “You will never change, Jessie”.

“I looked them over once. These are no good. That rectangular box is full of obscene images and videos of naked men and women. There were more than a hundred of them in one file. The people in each one are also different from the other. Some have two or more women, all in different poses. They were even children who haven’t grown breast! Such depravity! And this book. I asked Ellie to scan it over. She found more than one scene depicting both men doing those unspeakable acts. They were even written in such a way that makes people’s imagination go beyond irredeemable path. It’s creatively done but how can you people enjoy reading something like this? It’s very disappointing.

The elevator ride was silent except for the hum of the machinery and the rush of her own heartbeat. When the doors opened, Elara found herself stepping into a penthouse that looked as though it had been lifted from a magazine spread, sleek glass walls, a panoramic view of the city glittering below, muted tones of grey and cream softened by warm lighting. But it wasn’t the opulence that stole her breath, it was the subtle signs of thought. A corner space already set with shelves where children’s books and toys sat neatly stacked. A smaller bedroom down the hall, prepared, waiting.

Honest when I leave the first two buttons of my blouse undone, just enough to be noticed. I don’t plan to seduce Professor Grey. At least, not until I see that ugly red mark bleeding across the top of my term paper that afternoon. E+ My breath catches in my throat when I see it. Like someone has sucker punched me in the chest. A E-fucking-plus. It is a death sentence for my GPA. A guillotine hovering over my scholarship. Over my future. Over the carefully stacked life I have busted my ass to build. And no–I’m not the type of girl who throws herself at a man to get ahead. I don’t flirt my way through life or bat my lashes for favors. I study. I work hard. I earn what’s mine.