Synopsis Of Beautiful Ugly: A Novel Novels & Stories

Alicia pulled the sheets off her and sat next to her. —Honey... It's time to get ready, you have to go to school, and we're already late. Alicia kissed the little girl's cheek; she saw how big that girl was and remembered when she was born. She was a beautiful and loved girl. The little girl had been born in the month of April and she decided to call her April. When she was born, she had brown eyes, eyes inherited from her. She had no hair at the time of her birth. From that day to the present she had changed; she was already huge for only being 7 years old. Her hair was long brown, darker than her eyes.

It was etched into my very soul, the icy finality in her voice when she refused to reconsider, choosing rebellion over a lifetime we’d both been groomed for. My pride, my dignity, my heart—she’d trampled it all underfoot. And left nothing to spare. “Looks like things didn’t go too well for you, did they, Lucy?” I sneered to myself as I fixed my tie. Lucy Whitmore, the once beautiful, and prominent heiress to the Whitmore empire, reduced to nothing but a small town, overweight, waitress. Good. A bitter satisfaction unfurled in my chest. She deserved this. Every ounce of this humiliation.

"Why? Why is this happening? I was reborn. I got everything I wanted. So, why did it still end like this?" I froze for a second. I never expected that Janet had been reborn, too. No wonder she had been so desperate in this life, so determined to chase everything she wanted. However, the darkness inside her had already sealed her fate. Watching as the officers forced her down and restrained her completely, I gave a small shrug and answered lightly, "Maybe you can figure that out in prison." The ambulances arrived quickly and carried the two injured people away. They survived. However, both of them had been blinded by shattered glass, and their faces were severely disfigured. What Janet had do

She had everything under control. At least, she thought she did. Far from the glamour, behind the doors of privilege and pride, fate had just made its next move. And soon, a girl from Loven Street would walk into her world not with riches or reputation, but with something far more dangerous. Hope.

Wondering who could be Lost to visit her, Sheila opened the door hoping that it was the landlady otherwise she could kiss goodbye to taking a nap. Opening the door, Sheila saw a little girl. Maybe four years looking at her with her doe like eyes. The girl resembled a doll. Her beauty was otherworldly, even as a child, Sheila could tell that this little miss would wreak havoc in the whole of country A with her beauty. She was dressed in a pink Princess dress and her hair was tied into two pigtails adding charm to her already adorable self. " Little girl,are you lost?" Sheila asked after she was done admiring and fawning the little girls beauty.

After a month of praying, the almighty God heard her. Nevea could still picture the fire that burned Hanna’s majestic home. The wildfire not only took Hanna’s wealth away but also ate her parents. And just like that, Hanna turned like her. An orphan without anything. As twisted as it sounds, Nevea felt a wave of pleasure knowing that the devil finally got punished. Sometimes, Nevea still felt amazed how kids at a tender age, like she and Hanna, could harbor a deep hatred that corrupted their hearts. “Hey, you are spacing out. Aren’t you happy to see me?” Hanna waved her hand in front of Nevea’s face, looking at her innocently.

And if she thought she could waltz around here, all doe-eyed and innocent, while letting him court her in the background—she was in for a rude fucking awakening. Elena Hart would suffer for this. For the tension she stirred. For the chaos she’d started. For every damn moment that I had to watch her smile for someone else. And if I didn’t know why I wanted to ruin her before—I sure as hell knew now. Because it wasn’t just attraction anymore. And I’d burn every last piece of control I had left before I let her know that. The city was drowned in darkness by the time I reached home. I didn’t bother turning on the grand chandelier in the living room—didn’t even stop to acknowledge my father when

"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 are not ugly either you are just a normal girl like other girls." After saying this, the old woman becomes completely calm and keeps looking at her soup.On the other hand Bella was not in tough but was just sitting there quietly and watching them.

A wave of stale air and a muffled scream hit me. As I went down the stairs, a lady came into view. Like she's been waiting for someone to come save her. The stench that hit me, nearly made me dizzy. What the hell...I stepped down the stairs while she began to struggle against the chair. Her scream muffled by the cloth in her mouth. What she wore left very little to the imagination. Her body was scarred with both healed and I healed wounds. I was in disbelief as I shuffled towards her her doe eyes silently pleading with me to rescue her.

He always used to speak about how much he would take care of me and how I didn't need to worry, but now that I was ugly, he kept away from me as much as he could. This plague, it's killing me. Messing with my mind. I see and hear things that I shouldn't. But the worst part is that having the plague itself isn't all that painful. I can talk fine, eat well, and walk fine. It's just the stigma that comes with it. The once beautiful former princess of the humans and current queen of Moratia has been cursed to look like an ugly hag for the rest of her remaining days. It hurts when people look at me and their expressions turn nasty or pitiful.