Super Ugly Face Novels & Stories

scratch that the most ugly man i have ever seen stepped out of the car Jeez his looks could kill , from his manly flawless face to his beautiful lips and oh my God his physique, his muscles were literally trying to rip - off his shirt... gosh i think he's a greek God Who the fu***ing hell are you " his sexy voice brought me outta my trance"

But now, they don't know what to feel at all. “I have seen my face countless times in the mirror. Even though I am uglier than a dog, I am 100 percent sure I am more beautiful than you, don't you think so?”

Uea couldn't believe his ears. Get out of the base? What base? Why? When? This wasn't how the script went, right? He wasn't supposed to be pushed away so ruthlessly, right? Uea watched as the Male lead left the room, and his expression crumbled. He stood up from the bed and walked into the bathroom. Standing before the mirror, he saw a round and extremely beautiful face staring back at him. The face was white and delicate. It was a face that could make any man develop the feeling to protect. The kind of face that transcended gender... bordering on otherworldly.

Then they looked at my face and gasped. I was wearing a big, ugly mask that made my nose look totally flat and my skin full of brown spots. I looked like the ugliest wolf in the whole Ravenmoor Moon City. "Mommy," Zuberi whispered as we walked through the big crowd. "How long do you have to wear that super ugly thing on your face? It makes me sad." "Are you saying your mommy is ugly, baby?" I teased him, keeping my eyes on the big glass walls.

We don't see each other's face too -or maybe he's seen my face but I haven't seen his for once, I can't tell what he looks like. His back is always facing me everytime, I could only stare at the back of his head. "You called me and I'm here, can I at least see your face?" I asked. This is the first time I've requested to see his face. "No" he answered. "Why?" "I'm ugly" he said. Ugly? I huffed mentally, handsome guys always refer to themselves as the most ugliest beings. "I don't care if you're ugly, I just wanna see your face" I told him.

he shouted at me. "No. You're not! You are just a puppy!" I shouted back at him. I feels insulted when he called me an ugly face. He doesn't know what is real beauty. I am always chosen as a muse in my school and then, this demon puppy called me ugly face just like that? I felt annoyed.

"So are you blind, this is not the hair on your head, this is your skin cut from place to place. And are you getting lots of pimples on your face and you are black." Hearing this, she becomes completely silent and cannot say anything, but the old woman speaks again in her loud voice."I know some girls have a different beauty on their face,But that doesn't mean you're ugly, it's just that black girls have looks,And you should be thankful that your eyes are beautiful, which have two colors, blue and green. Your hair is long thick, your skin is white. There is not a single pimple on your face nor any stain on your body. How can you say that you are ugly. Look you may not be beautiful but you

Her face was fixated on Trishia's ugly face but she was not scared of it anymore. It is not the face of a person you should be scared of but the character. A bad attitude is worst than an ugly face. A bad character is the ugliest. "Your father is a narcissist! Do you know what's unfair, Hanna?" Trishia paused while her burned face was still close to Hanna.

"And what are you apologizing for? Trying to make your waist seem skinnier? It's sad, really. I bet you came here with one goal: to seduce rich men." The humiliation was a hot, sharp blade. People started to turn, their whispers growing louder. My face flushed, and I felt a familiar, unwelcome heat behind my eyes. “There’s no need to be rude.” I spoke, my voice low but loud enough for him to hear. “Rude?” he scoffed and took a step closer to me. “I’ll show you rude.” he grabbed me. “You know, you’re actually not ugly. A bit chunky. But…” his head tilted to take a gander at my backside. “You do have a nice ass.” He reached his hand out to slap my butt. “How much for one night?”

Nevaeh, now back on her feet, looked at me with an air of meekness and gently spoke, "Mag, please apologize to everyone. Don't make Dad any angrier. Ignoring her, I picked up a nearby wine glass, swirling its contents as I asked, "Dad, I'll ask you one last time. "Are you certain that your biological daughter, the sole heiress of the Saccone family, is Nevaeh and not me?" My persistence drew mocking laughter from the crowd. Right then, Don puffed out his chest and replied firmly, "Of course! How could I possibly mistake my own daughter?" Before his words even finished, I hurled the wine glass straight at his forehead, shattering it against him. I then turned and slapped Nevaeh across the fac