The Ugly Truth Novels & Stories

" Seeing as you are making a joke I think you feel better I think I should take my leave ‘’. She responded and I immediately let out a fake cough pretending to be feeling pains in my chest . “I know it’s fake Ethan “ she replied smiling and I pouted my mouth childishly . “ please stay and please sing for me ‘’ I pleaded and she smiled . Do you feel lonely Are you cold Are you somewhere out there where you don’t want to be Is it too hard and you want to let go Does it feel it all feel bland and rocky Are you scared Do you want to leave it all and go away There’s a sun that shines brightly at ten It’ll brighten everything that’s dark A light at the end of the tunnel they say A sun that shines

“The real me is ugly in lots of ways.” He lay down now, pulled her on to his chest, held on tight. “Everyone has things they’re not proud of, Naomi. We all have things we’d love to change about ourselves, or mistakes we’d do anything to go back and fix. People we’ve hurt, and lies we’ve told, and chances we've fucked up. Everyone has some ugly, and anyone who says any different is a liar.” “I know.” “I hope you do.” “I guess sometimes I just forget that I’m not so extraordinary.” She sighed. “Mirrie’s always reminding me that my ugly isn’t so exceptional, really.”

Bradley, how can you hurt me over a woman who couldn't take rejection and wanted to destroy me? "Sandra! Tell him the truth! Please save me!" The mood in the live chat flipped almost instantly. [I'm actually crying. He's way too tragic. Gets obsessed over by a mentally unstable girl, then hunted down by her psycho brother.] [She brought it on herself! She couldn't get the guy, so she burned everything down and dragged everyone with her. That's just gross.] [The brother's unhinged, too. Didn't he know what his sister was really like? The cops should lock him up before he hurts someone else.]

The morning light in the penthouse usually felt like a promise. Today, it felt like an interrogation lamp. Aurora stood at the kitchen island, staring at her iPad. Her hand was clamped over her mouth, stifling a sound that was half-gasp, half-gag. On the screen, the homepage of The Daily Truth—the zombie tabloid that refused to die—was screaming in bold, crimson font. BILLIONAIRE WOMB FOR HIRE: THE SECRET SURROGACY OF AURORA VALE-CROSS.

“For the silence. For letting you believe the marriage was anything more than paper. For not telling you the truth before you ran.” Marc’s throat worked. Voice came out hoarse—raw from disuse and the tube they’d pulled two days ago. “I’m sorry for running. For thinking the worst. For… everything.” Elena stepped closer. Touched his foot through the thin hospital blanket—light, careful, the first physical contact in months. “Rest. Heal. The club statements are ready—both clubs. Contract dissolution goes public tomorrow. We protect you both. No scandal. Just… truth, framed carefully.”

Too many defensive ornaments around the truth. I pushed a single sheet across the table to him, a routing log, only someone from the inside could easily explain. “Explain this entry then buddy.” His face blanched. Got him. “It wasn't… I d-didn’t m-mean…” He glanced to the others as if looking for salvation but there was none. I saw the fumble, sweat at the lips, a stutter that betrayed him. Because Mike never stutters. He babbles about pressure to pay a debt, threats about a contact who'd promise him to fix everything, something along those lines. The more he spoke the less coherent it became.

My arms were too thin, my collarbones too visible, and my face… pale and lifeless. No. I’ll never make a good impression on Fredric’s family. “How does it fit?” the assistant called. I opened the door and stepped out, revealing myself. Her dark-haired head tilted slightly as she studied me. “Oh dear, what’s wrong? You look so sad, sweetheart.” Maybe it was her kind tone — or maybe I’m just too easily softened by gentle words — but her question made me spill everything. I confessed that I felt ugly and frustrated. The words tumbled out before I could stop them. I was pouring my insecurities into this woman in a navy uniform.

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.”

JANAYAH It felt like the room tilted. Like the floor dropped. My pulse stumbled so hard it hurt. Unwanted. The word hit like claws scraping down my chest—cold, sharp, deep. But he didn’t look away. Didn’t soften it. Didn’t try to take it back. Because it was the truth. Raw. Ugly. And his. I sucked in a shaky breath, my fingers trembling in my lap. My ears were still ringing from the sound of his voice — the single, ugly, honest word that had settled between us like hot coals.

It was a beautiful scene to behold. But anyway, everything was going smoothly until Ugo, that absolute certified trouble-maker, decided to open his big mouth and suggest we play that stupid Truth or Dare game. Immediately I hated the idea. The second Klaus escaped with Mira, I tried shutting the game down. “We’re too old for that,” I said calmly. “Nobody asked you,” Tina replied instantly. See? Violence. Aaron laughed. “Come on, it’ll be fun.” “No,” I said firmly. “Games like this always end badly.”