Sukuna Ugly Novels & Stories

But would Zukira want to change into a demoness? Art by me

asked Hyuna dumfounded. “Of course! Is it that difficult to understand???” asked Jisung still rubbing his hand in frustration. “Yeah. It is! Why would someone like you, will like someone like me?” asked Hyuna in a painful tone. “What like what like what? What are you saying?” asked Jisung in confusion. “Why someone this handsome and ethereal and good looking and out of this world will like me, the ugly nerd?” asked Hyuna in a breaking tone while pointing towards Jisung then herself like she is some kind of disgust.

Sienna's tone dripped with disdain. Suzanne sighed deeply. "I understand your resentment, Sienna. But I truly have no recollection of the past three years." Sienna adjusted her glasses and scoffed, "Did you get a brain transplant or something?" Suzanne replied, "The doctor mentioned I got my face done." Sienna scrutinized Suzanne's features skeptically before exclaiming, "Impossible! Your beauty looks natural. You smoothed the pointy chin and plumped up your cheeks. You look like some high school girl. You seem to be well-versed in current beauty standards."

“SUKA (Bitch)” he yells, not caring as I'm up and running once again, jumping over his body as I make a beeline for the cars. Lucus and Grants' shocked but amused faces coming into view as four of their men try to come closer to me, attempting to catch me.

Her mind clouded with need. She shivered. Was it just some kink? A twisted game? Or was it something more? She couldn’t shake it. Couldn’t rest. And the more she tried to make sense of it, the deeper the unease grew in her gut. She opened a private browser window and hesitated only briefly before typing in the words: “Signs you’ve been bitten by a vampire.” Nothing helpful. A few odd Reddit threads, a YouTube video about tantric healing, and a pop article about succubi.

Sean complied and performed a few impressive backflips, and sure enough, Elsa stopped crying, her eyes wide open, even clapping her hands. "Wow, so amazing!" She chirped. No one can resist the praise of a Barbie doll. Sean got even more into it, doing a one-handed handstand. The police hadn’t arrived yet, but we heard a man calling out, "Elsa." I turned around and saw Luigi, someone I hadn’t seen in years. Behind him was a familiar yet shocking figure. Freya?! Though her hair was short now, she looked more mature and fuller than before. The thing that didn’t change was her scent!

Markus says. Samson pushes forward, growling angrily. “Do not question your future Luna. What she says goes and you should know that I don’t allow abuse or bullying in my pack either.” I see Corinna look down as if she doesn’t believe me. She’s still standing beside Reagan who seems to be keeping her close. “Or at least, I didn’t before I started going feral,” I amend. “Any questions?” Reagan asks. When no one does, she releases her aura and turns to Corinna.

I tried to hold back, but I burst out laughing. It was easier for me to accept people saying I was ugly, unattractive, a villain, cursed, and all the other bad words than to hear compliments. From any perspective, I wasn't fit to be a model. Who would want to look at and admire this ugly me? "Sorry, I'm not a teenager you can trick. I have no potential to become a model. Do you think I'll believe all your sweet words?" I taunted. "I know you won't believe me. Come to the address on the card tomorrow or whenever you can. I'll show you that I'm not lying. My photographer is ready to take pictures and show your potential that you or anyone else is unaware of."

She is who everyone assumes will be our next Luna. Compared to her, I don't fit in at all. With my gray-white hair, dull purple eyes, and pale as a sheet skin, I'm nothing but plain and ugly. I can't stand being in the sun too long because I burn easily and it just hurts my eyes. I don't excel in anything other than cooking and cleaning too.

the ugly man was about to touch Belle but. "Pack!!!!"