The Ugly Novel Novels & Stories

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

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

I was just focused on the book I was reading, pretending not to hear them. “Hey ugly,” one of them called out. “Hope you are not planning to show up tonight.” I pushed back my glasses that were falling off my nose and continued reading. One of them walked to my desk, grabbed my book and dropped it to the floor. “You don't ignore beauty like us.” She said, titling her head smugly. She continued “have you gotten a prom date? Oops, I forgot. Nobody will want an ugly duckling like you to be their date.”

THE UGLIES The first time Robby experienced a night terror, back in the early days of his infection, he had no idea what was going on. Something bitter twinkled to life in his dream, twisting the otherwise innocuous imagery into a nightmare that didn’t end with waking. This was always the worst part. The leftovers. Whatever despicable things the fever conjured in the dream—the uglies, as he’d come to think of them—followed him into reality. There they would linger.

"You're not ugly. I'm ugly. I'm ugly." Stacy was amused by his attitude. Zong Jingrong took the opportunity to push the door open and came in, lying on the bed with a woman in his arms. He pulled her head to let her look at him, but still felt resentful because of his ugly appearance. "Am I really ugly?" Stacy found it funny. He could be unhappy about such a thing. He said with a smile, "You're ugly, but I don't dislike you." Harry, "..."

I gulped, waiting for the answer that I thought was coming. Virgo placed his finger and thumb onto his chin with one hand while using the other to support his elbow, humming as he thought about my question. “Nope. Educate me?” He asked nonchalantly, a sly smile on his face as he looked back down at me like he thought he was clever. I only pointed at my face without saying a single word, and he shrugged in return, as if he wasn’t getting it at all. “U-G-L-Y.” I spelled out for him- maybe he was just all looks and no brains? It didn’t take a rocket scientist to know what I was talking about.

I also told my best friend to make Ursla a barren and poor land. This is also the reason why I don't want Henry to know that he is one of my characters in my best friend’s novel. When I went to Ursla, I realized that I had messed up. I saw before my eyes how impoverished people are. From dilapidated buildings, streets which look like patchwork to people who wear old and shabby clothing. I won't forget their kindness. I will end their suffering. "Chichi" someone's snapping his fingers in front of me

Hello, My name is Jane, and between my sister and me, I am the ugly one. And no, I am not an insecure bitch who likes to complain about my looks all the time. My sister Liliana is blessed with beautiful genes. She had long flowing blonde hair with bright blue eyes and pink lips that remind you of delicate flower petals.

That very night, after I sent the evidence, Janet posted an outrage-filled update. [Who's so jealous of me that they'd use fake videos and AI-edited photos to frame me and ruin my relationship? If I find out who did this, I swear I won't let them off!] Just as I expected, the moment he saw the evidence, the rich heir dumped Janet without a second thought, like throwing trash.

She gave me a dirt making me look back to my book. She appears in front of me and I cringe knowing she was about to insult me. "You're outfit is god awful, did you not look in the mirror before you left?" She remarks and I immediately regret even sitting here. "This is why I don't get along with girls here, you all dress horribly!" She speaks again.