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."

Her eyes, sharp and cold, stared ahead, watching nothing and everything all at once. The passenger door creaked open. A figure slipped into the back seat, movements fluid, rehearsed. Their faces remained cloaked in shadow, voice low, almost serpentine. “You failed.” Regina’s jaw tightened, breath caught in her throat for half a second before she masked it. “They were faster than I expected,” she said, each word clipped, deliberate. A quiet scoff came from the darkness behind her. “Aria’s father taught her more than how to give speeches and smile for headlines. He taught her to survive.”

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.

Which person in this world would say that he or she forgot to answer because of his or her crush. Not me. I’m not that shameless. “Thank God. I thought that you were sick.” Miss Solon took a breath of relief. I could already find the people around me silently smiling at my foolishness. Oh Whatever… You can say that I’m a fool and all. “I was asking you to say hi to Blake Anderson, your idol and his crewmates.” Miss Rucia continued her words, giving me a little surprise… Blake is an idol? I glanced at him while blinking my eyes a few times.

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.

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.

Was that why so many had described her as ugly? I could show those fucking bastards what real ugliness was. I could scar each of their faces, to punish them for making her feel bad over something as insignificant as those scars. I would make them all apologize to her on their knees for every tear I ever heard her shed. They clearly hurt her enough to make her believe I would walk away from her just because of that. My silly, silly mate…

Please be ugly, please be ugly, please God make him ugly! I inhaled sharply as my stare reached his face. He was the hottest guy I'd ever seen. He had a strong jawline, high cheekbones, and longish blond hair that he wore slicked back. I couldn't see his eyes because he was wearing a dark pair of designer shades, but with everything else he had going on—even if his eyes were bright pink with yellow spots—I don't think anyone would give a crap. I gulped again, trying to pull myself together. He had a massive grin on his face and one of his eyebrows raised as he stretched out his arm, waving my vibrator in my face.

How unresponsive the man is, made Brian go on an angry rant. "Just because you are black does not mean you are better than me. I dealt with several black men like you—thinking you're hot shit. Well, you are not! You are the scum of this earth! Always blaming white people for things not going your way. This world will not give you special treatment just because you are black. You have to earn it! But you nor any black man have earned shit! Stealing all the time, killing your kind, involving in gang activities, and raping women. All of you should be thrown in jail. I bet I got a bigger dick than you!" he explodes on him.