Pretty Ugly Book Novels & Stories

Depends on how you take his character;)) Do check out my other book "NOT MINE" it is a dark romance and contains all sorts of things, you readers might love to read (evil grin). It may not seem dark at first but it'll fuck with your minds later. That book is complete.

she said, smiling happily at the thought of their first grandchild. “Hopefully, ma. By the way, I’m here to get my books.” “The ones by Jakara Blue? Yes, it’s on the bookshelf in your room.” Later in my room, I indeed saw about ten books by Jakara Blue that were arranged neatly on a shelf. I picked one of them and traced the embossed author’s name with my finger. This explained why I used the name Jakara Blue as my new name in Japan. It must be because I was an avid reader of Jakara Blue’s books. Remembering about my purpose in coming here, I started opening the folders that were arranged on another corner of the shelf. I had the habit of placing important documents in a folder.

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.

I stole it from him because he forbids me of touching his things in his workplace. The book title was "Beauty In Immortality", I wondered what is it all about but my forehead wrinkled when nothing was written inside the book. All of the pages were blank. I throw it in my bed and days passed. I opened it and started to see some words slowly written on the first page. It was magical like it was a book of magic. It was also creepy but I was interested and there I read a weird story that I realized was talking about me.

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.

Laurel’s POV By two in the afternoon, the penthouse had been transformed into a temporary luxury showroom. Garment bags hung draped over the backs of dining chairs, the sofa, and the high bar stools. Italian leather heels lined the marble trim beneath the console table, designer handbags were arranged across the island, and velvet jewelry boxes sat stacked beside the crystal fruit bowl. I turned slowly toward Amanda. "Did you rob a department store?" "I curated," she replied, not looking the least bit apologetic.

"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.

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.

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.