The Ugly One Novels & Stories

People always have different opinions and wonder how a fat, ugly girl like me would be dating such a handsome heir of a wealthy family and a billionaire CEO. I even felt lucky, and other girls began to be jealous of me, especially my bullies and the ones in high school. I sat comfortably in the cozy, dark, shiny car as the driver concentrated on his job, looking sternly at the smooth, long, city-vibe road. Olivia took a glance at me as the orange light in the car shone upon my face. I noticed the glance and asked, “Why are you looking?” I asked in an unfamiliar accent as we drove through the dark city.

The man got even angrier when he saw the expression on Aimie’s face, which seemed to beg him for help. “What do you mean, pathetic face? With this handsome face of mine. You’re going to tell me that my face is ugly? Try to look at yourself in the mirror. You look like a frog. You ugly bastard!” Angelo couldn’t stop shouting in anger because of what the man said to him, “You ugly specie. Just you wait, and I’ll make you into a fried frog. On which side of my face is that pathetic face you’re talking? I even beat the ones in the top 100 most beautiful faces in the world. “

"Not only does a woman like you deserve to be dead, but you're even ugly beyond measure! You speak of my wife becoming ugly, but no matter how ugly my wife gets, she won't be as ugly as you. You're so extremely ugly! Don't you ever look into a mirror? Ugly woman! It's really true that ugly people would create more trouble! Fuck off!" Upon shouting, Marcus waved at the security. "Security, come and throw this ugly woman out! If she gets near my wife's cousin's wedding venue again, send her straight to the police station!" Mila was speechless. She subconsciously touched her cheeks. She looked at Marcus with both her eyes reddened and tears immediately streamed down her face. "I…do I look extre

It is bigger than their current penthouse. Martin and Stephanie arrived at the penthouse during lunch. Martin asked Barbara to tell Elena to have lunch together with them. At the dining table, Martin talked with Elena about the treatment in Singapore. Elena was pessimistic but then she has no reason to say no. After all, Martin tried his best to help her to cure her disease.

an ''he stuttered already pulling down his pants'' I opened his filthy boxer And before he knew it, i already pepper sprayed his d**k and his eyes I took to my heels as his loud screams echoed through the alley ''Hey don't look at me like that, i did say he'll cry'' That'll teach him never to mess with me again This is what i should have done to mr ugly Stupid handsome man!! Gosh isabelle stop saying his handsome, he's Ugly! Ugly!

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.

A week had passed yet Zaine still didn't wake up. He's been unconscious for a month now. I just came out the other day because I feeling better. I still have wounds on my arms but I can handle them. The class has also started at C.U and there are lessons and activitiee that need to be done because I have been absent for a few weeks.

I see ugly sitting on the sofa, staring at the TV. She was changed into a jean bumshort and green tank top. I smiled wickedly. “Hey! Ugly what do we have for lunch?” I asked her. She didn’t say a word to me. She stands up and head upstairs, I follow behind her. “Ugly, I am talking to you. I am hungry” Instead of replying me, she entered her room and slammed the door shut loudly.I flinched back a little from the sound. “Oh, silent treatment” I said to myself. I sneakers and walk into my room. I bet she will soon come to me asking for something.

You are a monster," Ava cursed. "I can be one in bed too." He smiled at Ava coyly. Ava almost vomited when she tried to imagine her and Fillip. Fillip wasn't ugly, but there are two shades of ugly. The skin shade and the soul shade The worst one is the soul shade. Your appearance doesn't count, but how you interact with people does. People like Fillip are ugly in their souls. They treat people like dirt and take advantage of weak and innocent people. "Sure, good for you; it is none of my business."

The idea that they feared us more they we feared them wasn't a bad feeling at all. But could this attack mean they were confident? Could this mean they had something they could use against us? The device Tilda claimed the woman used on her was one which made werewolves go unconscious! What the hell were they capable of? How the f*ck did they make it? How much did they know about us? How far were they willing to push this? Who, indeed, was the underdog? “Okay, sleeping beauty, fun time over.” Evelyn said, almost like she sang the words, as she wiggled her fingers.