The Ugly One Novels & Stories

LUCAS had Ava's back cuddled to his chest as they watched Sleeping Beauty. He would never say it out loud but it was actually his favourite Disney movie. Her small body was clad in one of his large shirts and some cotton shorts. The bruises on her body were fading but would still bring her slight pain when she moved sometimes. Lucas' jaw clenched and his hold on her tightened as he thought of the people responsible for bringing his little mate pain. It was hard for him to not kill the disgusting excuse of humans. He managed to settle for a few of his female pack members to take their turns in torturing the girls.

Ugly number one squealed, with his junior hanging out limp like a dead flower. Ugly number two looked like he was about to faint against the brick wall. I moved my snout closer to Ugly One. Let's start with this—scare the daylights out of him. "Grrrr…." Phew! Man, this guy smells like he hasn't showered since he was born! The glint of a blade crossed my eyes and—. SWIPED! Woah! Fuck! I jolted sideways, avoiding the attack. My paw jerked up at the perfect killing angle—wait! I can't hurt them!

Although she did not need a bodyguard, Gigi was doing an amazing job taking care of her. Gigi started walking out until she turned around "If you ever call her ugly again, I will make sure you don't talk to anyone at all ever again, I will rip your face apart." Was Gigi taking the situation too far? Yes. Did she regret it? Absolutely no. People could call Liz anything they wanted; there were a lot of not pleasant things about her, but ugly? She was the most beautiful girl on Earth. And also by calling Liz ugly, they were intending to say that Gigi had a bad taste in women and everyone knew that was not true.

Most of the females that I know looked like porcelain dolls, while I was nothing to write home about. I have never been bothered about how I looked or appeared to others but after experiencing this level of hate from Conan, then I was certain his hate must be triggered by my ugly appearance. The only person who accepted me was Aniella. To Aniella, I was like a flower who would boom like a princess when the time was right. She was the only one who made me feel like I deserved to live. My face was covered with acne and different dark spots, my legs and hands were neither smooth nor pale, instead, it was littered with scars. Maybe that was why he developed a feeling of hatred when he discovered

I waved my hand impatiently. Seeing how casually I spoke, Keven had no choice but to go along with it. I thought I was mentally prepared for it. But when I saw my reflection on my phone, I burst into tears. I buried my face in the blanket and cried uncontrollably. Kevin was at a loss, not knowing how to comfort me. From the blanket, I asked unhappily, "Have I turned ugly and horrifying now?" Kevin replied, "No way! You're the prettiest woman in Dainsclef Village."

" He taunted, his accent dripping with sarcasm. Zach, despite having been transferred from the U.K almost six years ago, still held his stupid English accent. I, however, was still convinced he was forcing it. "I got jumpscared by a talking rat," I retaliated, and a glare quickly clouded over my face. "You going on that little nerd trip this week?" He asked, practically brushing my retort off his shoulder as his expression stayed blank.

“I am a person who is... practical and realistic. Hailey laughed and said, “If someone is ugly, then they are ugly, and vice versa.” Travis replied, “The range of people you think are charming is too broad.” He pointed with a finger at the hero’s face, where the video had stopped. “This guy is ugly. It’s a waste of time and life to look at them.” Hailey looked at Travis resentfully. Then, her gaze drifted to the ambiguous hero on the tablet. Suddenly, she felt that the TV drama she was currently watching was boring.

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 knew I was ugly, but hearing my own sister say it still made me shake with pain. "You know what?" She leaned close to my ear. "You're not just ugly. You're stupid, too." I froze, confused by what she meant. "I'm so beautiful and well-behaved, so of course I should be the only princess. Seeing you with a face just like mine makes me sick every time. "When we were eight, I fell off that cliff on purpose. I knew you'd come save me. I calculated exactly where to position myself so you'd get that scar.

“Do not fear, Laura. All great struggle demands sacrifice.” “What sacrifice?!” I tried to ask. But Miguma launched herself into the air, kicking Melody so hard her face snapped sideways. Miguma screamed a spell that made the entire desert tremble. “ICKPE DESTRUYUM LEOTAR EUTHANASIÁ!” A curse of gods. A killing spell. Melody’s eyes widened. “No—dedi—“ Her counter spell never finished. Lightening fell like the wrath of the heavens. “KRRRZZAATTT—!!”