The Ugly Truth Mga Nobela at Kwento

My whole life I was looked down on in my parents' home and now my very own husband is going to remind me of my ugliness every single day. I know he will never fall for an ugly girl like me but my heart had already started beating faster in his presence. "They said I was ugly but the mirror never lied, My reflection smiled when I smiled, it cried when I cried. But one day he stood behind me changing the very definition of beauty. Those eyes stared at me and those words left a deep hole beneath. She believed his words like her own And then she knew She was ugly no wonder everyone knew She was Elle Hamilton, a disgrace everyone wanted to get rid of very soon.

She thoughts she has won because she shouted at him and filled his ears with rumours from jobless people who made gossiping their daily routine as if they will get millions of money or awards for each rumour they made. Rumours are true, people will not see a fire without smoke, they will never say what they didn't see or happened, the problem is they will add a huge portion of lies to it; five per cent of truths they saw or happened and ninety-five per cent of lies, big lies. And the strangest and funniest thing about rumours is that people tend to add their own exaggeration; lies as they gossipped or passed to another person, that person will add his/her own exaggeration; lies and passed to

Annie said. Heart was really disappointed and hurt on what Annie said. She then stood up and looked into Annie’s face. “No, I heard it. Of course, that was the truth. I always told you that I am ugly but you always say I am not, but in reality you are really addressing me as ugly, I mean I don’t have any problems with being ugly, but coming from you? I treated you as my friend and you always tell me that I should not think that way. You are so fake, Anni!” Heart shouted at Annie. Annie felt so embarrassed. “Aish.. n-no..”

Hailee pouted sarcastically, “You two can finally be together now. . . how disgusting,” “You know what Hailee, I’ve had enough with your bullshit. You think you’re this perfect girl, but in reality. . . you’re a sad case. I mean come on, you’re so desperate for some affection you had to get from a fifteen-year-old. You’re a slut who doesn’t think about anyone but herself. You’ve treated me like shit my whole life, but I brushed it off because I thought you were my “friend”, but no. You’re a loser, and you deserve to drop fucking dead,” I glared at her and she looked at me furiously.

John would be furious. Vivian was Perry and Julie Macabe's oldest daughter, she had her mother's eyes of honey and her father's dark hair and olive skin. Even at the young age of seventeen, she had womanly curves. Vivian was not held captive by the social expectations of her day, much to her family's chagrin. Vince was not her first lover; her former lover had been Vince's best friend, Devon Parish. When Devon had started seeing another young girl from town named Jessica, Vince had merely to fix her with his dazzling hazel eyes and she was his.

I slowly pulled out the face mask for my face and looked up to look at Kayla, she stared back at me in shock, no it wasn't a shark it was in horror! "What is this what is going on here I don't understand what is going on Alexandria, explain." She demanded. "The truth is I'm not beautiful, I have lived with this face for 22 years now. I got bashed I got hated because of how ugly my face is, every single time my father beats me because he felt frustrated he felt like he doesn't have money and even his daughter is an ugly duckling, there was a day he beat me at night and I fought back and ran out of the house that's when I ran into Camille that night and she helped me.

C H A P T E R 5 : T O L E A R N T H E H A R S H , P A I N F U L , A N D U G L Y T R U T H J A V I E R S U M M E R S

Human nature was such that if one directly pointed out a flaw, people would defend the system and claim that they were already trying their best. On the other hand, if one praised something too much, even the smallest mistake would attract self-proclaimed experts who felt the need to point it out. Humans were often caught up in trends, pretending to be more aware than others. … One day before going to the health inspection committee, I'd already anonymously uploaded Jack's diary online. Three days later, I arranged for marketing accounts to promote the "most beautiful love story". Just like that, I mixed in a tale of tragic orthopedic romance among the well-known stories that internet users

Broken. Some truths are better left hidden. Some truths destroy you the moment they surface. And this truth? I didn’t think I would ever recover.

She didn’t hesitate as she tugged the jeans over her hips, peeling off the dressing just below her peachy ass framed perfectly by a forest green thong. “Nice.” I licked at my lips as I leant down to stare at the cursive script there. Forever. “The tat or my ass?” Behind me, Gent laughed. Smirking, I pulled myself up to my own height. “Both,” I added truthfully. I wasn’t about to lie. I didn’t lie. That’s why they called me Truth. Because I always told it. It was a fucking curse. I expected her to be offended. This gorgeous creature with her bright purple-pink hair and perfect butt.