Super Ugly Face Novels & Stories

Preston bellowed as he dodged the flying items. Smirking, I flipped the table over. He looked at me in utter disappointment. "Jeanine Colby, you've turned into a vulgar woman. You're so different from Jeanine from high school. She was a goddess, out of this world." I glared at him. "The same goes for you. You're more appalling now." With that, I made my way to the bedroom to get Emma. Halfway, an idea struck me. I turned around and announced to Preston, "You do not deserve to work with me. Harlan Group will call off the partnership with your hospital."

Tamera explained. "Why do you sell yourself short? You're beautiful inside and out. So, you don't have a perfect model body. So, you have kids, big deal. A lot of people love extra cushion, and kids. Some people can never have kids!" Sheila said. "I'm sorry. I know you guys struggled for 18 years to have kids. I just don't feel worthy. I'm super self-conscious about my weight. But I'm working on it." She replied. "I know, but you need to mentally work on it as well." Sheila responded.

She explained Aria dropped the phone from trembling hands, her own heart shattering with the filthy realization that assailed her. Tears ran down her flawless face, each a searing admission. 'I was so stupid to believe he'd changed overnight,' she struggled to gasp, her own stupidity suffocating her breasts.

"How dare you brag! Who are you to say that about Victor! Monster!" Of course, she fought back and immediately grabbed her hair in anger. "Before my face became like this, I was beautiful, and I never had plastic surgery just to become famous! How many times have you had plastic surgery for that nose of yours that looks like a train ran over it!" "Sonia!" "Themarie!" She stopped when she saw that Themarie's hand was no longer on her head. Themarie was struggling, held by Fabian's arm behind her. He immediately pushed her away and held her hand that was on Themarie's head.

I forgot. Miss, whoever she is, looked at me shockingly but there's a hint of familiarity and sadness in her eyes. As I stared at her, I realized she really looked so weird and no offense, ugly. There's a huge birthmark that covered her left forehead, down to her eye and her ear. There's also a huge mole on the lower right side of her mouth. To top everything off, she has a lot of pimples, acne scars and blackheads. This girl needs help.

She went out of her cabin throwing some documents on Lucy’s face. Lucy picked up the files and thought about how cunning Rucia was. What was waiting for Julia in the future? It was something very dangerous I bet. Such a classy answer. “Not a solution. I can’t leave nor I can accept. That person’s good side has inspired me way too much.” I relaxed my head on the palm of my hand. “Then you can try to change it?” She shrugged her shoulders. Was she seriously telling me to change the behavior of our country's best popstar who has money like hell?

Steve. “What about your bald uncle Jay, sis? He’s a man too.” Logan chuckles with a tease in his tone. “Being bald has nothing to do with his personality just like being ugly has nothing to do with yours.” She tilts her head, looking at Logan, with a playful smirk on her lips. Logan furrows his eyebrows and I think he didn’t get her sarcasm. Besides her actual intention was to annoy him and Logan is annoyed. “Please enlighten me about the reason for your uncalled return after six years.” Logan spits. His attention on his sister is unwavering. “To be a peeve must not be the original plan because you already are successful at that.” They literally are twins in every possible way.

" It's all okay, honey. It'd be totally abnormal if you don't get angry and exhausted." Rosaleen sighed heavily, lost in her mother's arms, lost in the short motherly love, until her mother said something that twisted her on the inside. " Hospital?" Rosaleen whispered. She held her breath subconsciously and pulled out of the embrace. The metallic taste in her mouth tasted sour again. " Mom, I no longer have the attacks," Rosaleen piped in, keeping her voice low. Mrs Williams ignored her protest and continued to do the dishes. ***************

I wish I knew what I was doing. He said the only way he can help me is if I beg him. I went on my knees to beg for his help. I still had my underwear on. He instructed me to take off everything, that's the only condition under which he would help me. I was n*ked before Mr. Jack, begging him to help me feel better. He was busy on his phone, and while I was pleading he was doing a video record of me. "What?" Madam Florence yelled "That's a beast, not a man," Mr. Badmus declared with bitterness.

My face burns so hot I think I might actually combust. “You pig,” I grit out with the power of twelve years of pent-up resentment. “You haven’t changed at all. I used to watch you back in the neighborhood when you walked around like you owned the pavement even with the holes you had on your sneakers. And now? You have money and fame and this…this ridiculous apartment. But guess what? Wealth and fame can never wipe away a person’s ugliness. You are still the same ugly, arrogant boy inside.” That stupid smirk vanishes from his face in an instant, much to my pleasure. His expression hardens to stone. Pure anger flashes in his eyes.