The Ugly One Novels & Stories

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.

It took them a beat of silence before one of them snarled at her. “What?!” Albert could hear the shrug and her arrogant face, to his dismay. “You are ugly. Why? I suppose villains should be handsome, no?” “That crazy bastard!!!”

"I'll never forget how happy she was when they were getting married. The news was all over the media, right down to the billboards. But after only one year, she was dumped by her husband." "It's her own fault. She should have realized she was ugly. What man could stand looking at that face for years?" her friend added. "I bet he couldn't make love to her even if he turned off the lights in the room." "Do you realize where you are?" someone said from behind. I frowned, recognizing the voice. "Is this how you honor Mr. Richard Smith for the last time?"

I mean he had me all to himself ready to torment. "Look at you so weak." He said antagonising my fragile state, I mean is he dumb? He's like a giant, and obviously much stronger than me, I don't know why he expected me to become Hulk and shove him out of the way. I blew the hair out of my face but my efforts were to no use.

Fuego hard, sending him crashing to the cement floor. "Kill him, Fortnite," Uno ordered before leaving Castigo, followed by Santi. "El señor—" "—A dog that can't bark and hides behind a weak wall is annoying. How long will that bastard hide to get what he wants? I'm fucking curious to know," Uno said, staring at his manor visible from Castigo. "Is she asleep already? I bet she's anxious to sleep right now," Uno said, looking at his hands. Santi stared at Uno in disbelief; it was the first time he'd seen a smile on Uno's lips.

he’s saying with a huge grin. ​“We are not going to the Mating ball” he crosses he arms over his chest and looks at me with a frown on his face. “What do I have to do to get you to go to this ball???” I think for a minute… I smile at him “you have to do HER training course and get her to invoke that rule everyone keeps talking about.” His face pales and shakes his head. “Ash! Do you want me to die!!” “Then we are not going to this so-called ball, plus there are plenty of she-wolfs here or you can go to your girlfriends house?” I say while laughing at him. He continues to stare at me like I’m the villain in his story. “You know what I will if you will!” he says looking extremely serious. I lo

And I couldn’t bear to find out if it wasn’t real. ********************************* Mr Handsome I couldn’t wipe the stupid grin off my face as I watched the car of the beautiful woman disappear from my compound. God… she’s breathtaking. When I first got the report that someone had been using my private gym without my permission, I was furious. No one touches my space. I came here this morning, ready to drag the intruder out myself and kill my security guard with my bare hands. But the moment I stepped into the gym… all that anger evaporated.

I was still stuck on who this dangerously beautiful man is and why does he sound like he is debating whether or not to commit mass murder? Then out of nowhere, he looked down at me and muttered under his breath. "Tch. She looks at me like the others. Disgusted. Shocked. Just another person horrified by how ugly I am. At least this one is not screaming" I froze. Wait. Ugly? My eyebrows shot up. "Pardon me, what?" I blurted before I could stop myself. Did he just? Was he serious? "What do you mean ugly?" I suddenly asked, looking around in mock confusion. "Did I die? Is this the afterlife? Because I always imagined otherworldly beings would look like you."

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.

"How dare you brag! Who are you to say that about Victor! Monster!" Of course, she fought back and immediately grabbed her hair in anger. "Before my face became like this, I was beautiful, and I never had plastic surgery just to become famous! How many times have you had plastic surgery for that nose of yours that looks like a train ran over it!" "Sonia!" "Themarie!" She stopped when she saw that Themarie's hand was no longer on her head. Themarie was struggling, held by Fabian's arm behind her. He immediately pushed her away and held her hand that was on Themarie's head.