The Ugly Truth Novels & Stories

It came away in careful strips, revealing my real skin underneath. “Stop,” Uma commanded, raising the dagger higher. “I don’t know what kind of sick game you’re playing, but—” “It’s not a game.” More tears streamed down my face as I continued working, moving from my chin to my cheeks. “It’s the truth. The truth I’ve been hiding for six years.” Uma stumbled backward until her shoulders hit the stone wall with a dull thud. The color drained from her face like someone had pulled a plug, leaving her skin ashen and waxy.

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.

I watched Gabriella apologize and saw my name displayed on the screen. It had been five years since I was bound to Gabriella's side. I watched myself being branded as a traitor, while the real culprit thrived. The truth had been buried for far too long. And now, the truth had finally come to light. A month later, Christopher and the remaining members of Oliver's drug cartel faced a public trial before the Supreme Court in Gakoli. The gallery was packed to the brim. Families of fallen narcotics officers filled the front row, while the back row and side aisles were crowded with reporters.

He also combed his hair with his own hand and both palms were shaking. "You don't know, what you're talking about. You don't know! You don't know how hard and painful I went through those moments. I can't tell anyone about the problem, I can't even be called a friend. Because they're all friends. I feel like I'm a contagious and serious disease, so many people stay away from me. Is it a sin to be ugly? Maybe you can't understand what I'm telling you now, because you never will. You haven't experienced being as ugly as we are! Maybe Alona and I feel the same way and I also know that she can understand what I'm telling you now. "

Her face is worst than the worst, it's already like a coloring book because of her thick make-up so what's the difference? "Of course I saw it with my two eyes! I even took a video! "- Blue is still laughing while watching the video he took. "She's really ugly! I knew from the moment I saw her that this color will suit her!"- The color of the paint is brown and she looks like a hairy monkey. "Didn't I told you to just sit there?"- Drake pointed the sofa we're currently sitting on. What a killjoy! "And to behave!"- Boo!

♠ 𝑻𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒖𝒍. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒕. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒊 𝒓 𝒖𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚.

Nice answer, if I tell him I have absolutely no idea that it also came as a shock to me he will look down on me and you know. "We both know you've been ugly up until the time of your birthday, tell me what happened." He demanded. "I look at myself every single day dumbfounded at how beautiful I was but you and everyone always thought I was ugly, I don't care what y'all think of me, I'm beautiful whether ugly or now." That's a paradox right there, 'beautifully ugly' he stared at me with his mouth wide open, unable to utter a word, I gave him the perfect answer without revealing anything.

‘Of course it can be true,’ Helen said, and thereby: the truth. The egg cooker kept roaring. Water kept creeping through the door, and the officers kept looking disappointed. Most people don't actually want to hear what’s true. They cannot stomach it, and when they're served a slice of it, they get nauseous. The truth about the night of the 25th was exactly of this sort, even for Helen. Probably the worst truths are those you have to hide from your own mind, and this one she was desperately trying to hide from hers. ‘Do you need anything else?’

The world is full of sadness and misery. "It is!" Alfi exclaimed. "The world is rotten. I always cry every time because of how cruel the world is. But, finally, I found the people I can believe in and they believe in me too. Now that I met them, I stop crying anymore. Finally, I found the beauty in this world of shit. That”s why... I don”t wanna die!!!" He added. "So you will defeat that shrimp-brain-rhino?" She added. "I”d love to, but I”m out of Iru and I can”t breathe." Alfi sighed.

Why was she acting like this? She sighed and turned to face him. "Since when I was little my cousins used to call me ugly. Even in school, my own friends call me ugly too most especially Yasmin and Maryam. And I hated it with passion. It made me restless and self conscious. And then when someone calls me beautiful, I wonder whether the person is telling the truth or just trying to mess up with my head. I can't point a finger at who's telling the truth or not. Sometimes I feel like crying but I just keep it to myself or write it in my diary and tell myself that am ugly, so nobody's going to like me."