Sukuna Ugly Novels & Stories

I turned my face away to avoid the camera, but they grabbed my hair and forced me to face the lens, slapping my face and verbally humiliating me. "This wench got plastic surgery to look like me and snuck into my boyfriend's villa, trying to get into his bed. I caught her in the act. We have to teach her a lesson! She even made a mess of the villa, painting all these flowers. Perhaps she was hoping my man would praise her art. But she'll be the one paying for the cleaning! Don't you know my man hates sunflowers? He even got angry once when I wore a sunflower hairpin. And you? You filled the whole yard with them!"

“burned a supervisor alive, too. Just sat there and watched him scream.” “Demonic. That’s not even a werewolf. That’s a hellhound in uniform.” My breath caught and Inara went pale like someone unplugged her soul. Even Abigail stopped chewing on her protein bar mid-bite and then out from the far side of the ring, he emerged. Tall, shirtless with scars like clawed constellations on his chest and back. Chains still dangling from his wrists like they’d only just cut him loose. His eyes were the color of dry blood and his smile, if you could call it that, was the kind you see right before a war starts.

, he whines. I cannot help the look of disgust that settles on my face at Bastard’s schoolgirl imitation. Succubus is cackling loudly behind me. I take it back, there’s nothing queen-like about her. They’re both very horrible people. The Aronohai blood must be full of beauty and madness. A pity that one can’t have it all, beauty in place of sanity. Bastard drops his arms and straightens to his full height, the light air fades. Are they going to clash again?. “Get us coffee Sorahiko, my usual for me and the same for Misa”.

I heard Viktor say, turning my gaze to his direction I gasped in shock at the now horrific sight of the famous CEO of Edgar Drills Caspian Edgar, who looked as dead and rough as a corpse The man's skin bore the disgraced markings of brutal violence. Deep, mottled bruises sprawled across his face and body. The bruised flesh took on an ominous hue, veering from sickly purples and blues to ominous blacks, vividly illustrating the brutality to which he had fallen victim.

"Why should I die? I'm as strong as you can see. The one who is suffering is you, while I'm perfectly fine and standing in front of you, but look at you and your state, you're nothing but disgusting." Ragged and disheveled, Mary's appearance mirrored her shattered mental state. Torn dress, dirty face, and tangled hair, she resembled a beggar more than the once beautiful girl she used to be. But Luna had no sympathy left for her. Mary, agitated, got up from the bed, shouting, "It's because of you I'm suffering! It must be you who is suffering!" Susan, with an eye-roll, retorted, "Why should Luna suffer? She isn't crazy like you. Only mentally unstable people should be here, not someone as hea

That was until he spoke and cleared up my confusion. "The world reeks enough because of you, so it's time to do everyone a favor and get rid of you. At least, the world will stink less" he said and sobs racked through my body as I stared up at him. His dark eyes regarded me with disgust, as always and it showed no mercy. His eyes, his build, every single thing about him was frightful, just as the same as the first day I got here. You would think it'll get better with time but no matter how much I grew, he remained a frightful monster.

With a quiver in his voice, one of the men asked, “What did I just see? Did you all see that too?” Everyone in the room had perplexed looks on their faces. Just now, when the bright light fell on Luna’s face, they purposefully widened their eyes, expecting to see a beautiful woman. Instead of that, however, they were confronted with a terrible visage. Luna's scars, which covered her entire face, were a web of red and black lines. When her dark lips parted to expose a gaping mouth, she looked like a demonic monster. They did not know a human could look so terrifying.

Saul “We have brought the adventurers with us.” The man showed the two SS-ranked adventurers behind him. Suna Mikiya, and Clairmont Rodrigar. The girl named Suna Mikiya has a clean and innocent look on her face. Her bright frosty blue eyes were wide and friendly, and her rosy lips curved to form a warm smile. Contrary to Suna’s friendly looks, Clairmont Rodrigar’s expression was calm and aloof. Despite his demeanour, his appearance is an embodiment of fury in itself; bronze skin and raven eyes. His eyes were the shade of gold with a slight hue of red.

The beautiful woman shook her head now. "Do I have to keep pretending like this?" asked the blue-eyed woman suddenly. Megan furrowed her brows because she didn't understand what Nichole's question meant. The smile on Nicole West's face was now frightening. The woman took off the long light brown wig she had been wearing and covered her natural black hair. "You..." Megan was really surprised by what she saw at this moment. That woman will never forget the figure of Patricia Nelson. And the woman was now standing before him with a scary smile.

Finally, the message arrived. “Dear valued customer, hello. Your Succubus is not malfunctioning, nor is he ill. He is simply extremely hungry and needs you. Not food, but you. This includes, but is not limited to, kissing, hugging, and any form of… intimate energy exchange. Wishing you a pleasant experience!” I froze, my fingers shaking. I read the message again. And again. The words, simple and clear, had a weight I couldn't ignore. Hungry. He needed me. Me. Not food in the usual way, but something more than basic, more intimate, more wonderfully scary??