Romans & histoires The Ugly American Novel

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?”

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!

Hell, why am I even thinking about this? I grunted in annoyance and kicked the sand, hoping to get myself calm. Anytime I approach Ugly is to do nothing but tease her and when I had seen that book on her bed, I knew instantly what it was. I had seen it before, either in Cassie’s room or was it Madeline? Ugh, I can’t remember but I have acted that part before. And swears, I only wanted to tease Ugly because, hell, I was surprised seeing she was reading such a book. She always appeared innocent and to say I was surprised was an understatement.

He frowned at it. annihilatorAK47 ×y'all shouldn't be so ignorant. Remember the waiter he'd kissed? Chelsea is so self absorbed that he'd looked past the fact that he'd literally harassed somebody at his workplace and had shamed him for having an 'unusual' face. Being beautiful is not just about having a pretty face and you Chelsea are the ugliest person I've ever seen. #chelseaugliestbitchintheworld Chelsea scoffed. What? He couldn't believe it. Who the hell did this person think they were?

Kevin replied, "No way! You're the prettiest woman in Dainsclef Village." He tried to lift the blanket to look at me, yet I gripped it tightly. "Please—don't look at me!" Kevin had no choice but to wrap me and the blanket together in his arms. Even when I was living with the poor Larsons, I was well taken care of, with smooth, soft skin. But how could this emaciated woman with hollow eyes staring back at me now possibly be me? "Who said you're ugly? My lovely Cindy is the prettiest woman in the world!"

Ugly. "Ari," I screamed at the top of my voice, just before she could pull the trigger. "Is this what you really want?”

When everything failed all these years with too much betrayals, so many deep and dirty secrets that were revealed and massive amounts of unforgivable lies that all of us have been through, I still consider them as pieces that were beautiful despite being the ugliest things that I have ever been through in my entire life. They were those kinds of moments that I would still consider beautiful despite the ugliness in it because those ugliness wouldn't help us in achieving something so beautiful that even I didn't expect would still happen. It's still beautiful in such a way that it helped me finally reach the end of something that I had with Hugo long ago that was suppose to be beautifully unfi