The Ugly American Novel Novels & Stories

Gone were the cold, unemotional eyes he had directed at me for the past two years. "Why are you doing this? Why did you give me hope only to dump me just like that? One day, you say you love me, only to ignore me the next day. Today, you look at me like I'm the most beautiful woman in the world, only to insult me the next day." "When did I insult you?" He leaned closer and kissed the tip of my nose. His question stunned me. I tried to remember, but I didn't know when exactly he said I was ugly. Was it possible that he never insulted my flaws? Was that why I couldn't remember?

I took it, murmuring my thanks, but my heart nearly stopped when he sat onto the edge of the table in front of me, his eyes holding mine. “Now,” he said softly, “can you tell me why a beautiful woman like you would want to hurt herself like this?” I froze. Beautiful? Did he just… call me beautiful? Not a fat, ugly pig. Not worthless but beautiful? God, I didn’t even know if I wanted to cry… or fall into his arms.

"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?”

-Ugly and Insecure. - The rejected Nagin. Thank you so much for reading.

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

So did France. "Only your face changed and was damaged, Sonia. Not the person you are. You're still Sonia Salazar," Fabian said, making her pause. France immediately raised both hands. "You're still my mommy! Even if you're ugly and—" Fabian covered France's mouth and said he shouldn't interfere in adult conversations. She couldn't help but laugh after that. "Wait—I smell something burning." She stopped and looked at the gas stove. "Oh no, the bacon!" She quickly turned off the heat and moved the pan, but it was too late—the bacon was already charred black. She looked at the ruined breakfast with dismay, feeling like she was failing at yet another simple task.

Mason defended himself against an unwarranted accusation. "Then how do you feel about it?" Olivia interjected, her gaze firmly locked onto Mason, searching for any hint of remorse. "What are you talking about?" Mason struggled to understand Olivia's reference, but his obliviousness only made Olivia laugh, thinking he was feigning innocence. "Seriously? I'm asking how you feel about being rescued by the person you mistreated since the day of your marriage. How does it feel to have no one to turn to for help except the woman you've caused nothing but pain, simply because she doesn't conform to your superficial beauty standards? How does it feel to be utterly helpless in saving your grandmother

No matter how hard I tried to look pretty… no matter the outfits I wore or the brands I put on… Felix had never once looked at me and said, You are beautiful, Mia. Well… I couldn’t really blame him. He had always seen me as ugly. And perhaps, in his mind, an ugly woman could never be called beautiful. But tonight… I scoffed. Tonight, we would find out the truth. Between the two of us— Who is really the ugly one? “Come on, Troy! We have to get going. You wouldn’t want us to be late, would you?” I said, snapping him out of the way he had been staring at me.

Yet the beauty was empty of warmth, as if the man possessed no soul. “Crying will make you ugly,” he muttered slowly. Julian!

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