Pretty Ugly Book Novels & Stories

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Yam sliced it open slowly, hands trembling. Inside was their book. “The Art of Staying.” Cover: a sunflower. A crooked shelf. Two mugs—one chipped. And behind it all, the suggestion of a fan, mid-spin. Franc stared at it like it might whisper back. “Feels unreal,” Yam said. Franc flipped through pages. Some with artwork. Others with Yam’s poetry. Their story—wired beginnings and all—now bound in matte finish. “I think this book breathes,” Franc said.

How can he waste everything? He decided to leave. " I just need fresh air, excuse me!", he uttered and passed between them. --- Lucy and Gale, we're both quiet. Gale's eyes were studying her movement. He quickly ran to catch her when she suddenly falls while reaching the book on the shelves. They're inside his library and Lucy offered to clean it.

"Okay, show me what you've got." "Oh, the clothes are just phase one," Amanda said, a wicked, knowing smirk suddenly spreading across her face. "The talk needs to shift to adult matters, real adult matters." She unzipped a hidden compartment in her large designer tote and pulled out a small, sleek, unmarked black box, she slid it across the marble countertop toward me like a piece of contraband. "What is this?" I asked, frowning. "A little therapeutic intervention," Amanda purred, leaning her elbows on the counter. "Open it."

“Ashley, can we do this—“ I said, then she cut in, “no Janelle, we can’t.” “You said you’re fine, but I’m not. Let’s just party, we’ll be back soon, okay?” She begged, then I had no choice but to give in. She hugged me and happily hailed a taxi. “Downtown club,” she said as we got in. The city buildings blurred past us, and I replayed what I had earlier read. “Loan collateral: His granddaughter, Janelle Peters.” How could he do this to me? And what on earth did he borrow to have a debt of $500,000?

"You won't make it." She looked over her shoulder. "Negative thinking is ugly you know." "I'm being realistic." "You billionaire types never appreciate determination." That caught me off guard and I raised an eyebrow. "Billionaire types?" "You have the watch." She pointed at my wrist. "The shoes and the face." "The face?" "Yeah." "What does that even mean?" She shrugged, "The face of someone who has never worried about choosing between rent and food." For some reason that irritated me. "You know absolutely nothing about me."

Um this book is your typical bad boy falls in love with nerd but there will be twists that make it a not so cliché book. The first part of the book determines if you move further or not, but give this book a chance,you might even like it. The book is definitely not edited, so yes there will be alot of mistakes but you can read through them. So, this was the first book i ever published on wattpad so the beginning is a little off. But as you progress further, you will enhoy it. But i have other books to introduce starting with; 1. The Wedding Planner; Its the book two of this book, The Beautiful Nerd. I didn't really think that I'd write a book two but it just happened at the last minute.

"And bring me that book on the side please." Greyson raised the leather book with a look of doubt. "Why on earth do you want me to bring you this stupid book about fairytales, sugar?" "Because I asked you too," Indianna said. "Come on. Bring it here." Greyson sighed and sat down next to Indianna, dropping the book on the bed. "You got me all excited to come to our bedroom only to put a children's book in between us? Sugar, you're killing me."

I shook my head before taking out a notepad and note down the ones she needs to check next. “Check whether these books are there in the library otherwise I will get them from somewhere else.” I said passing the note which she took before standing up and walked away towards the side where the books could be. After some time she returned with just one book and mumbled, “I couldn’t find the others, Sir.” “Finally using words? Why were you silent before?” I asked looking at her but she calmly sat down. “I don’t know what you are talking about, Sir. If there is anything else, please let me know.” She mumbled before noting down from the book she was reading earlier.