The Ugly Truth Novels & Stories

THE UGLIES The first time Robby experienced a night terror, back in the early days of his infection, he had no idea what was going on. Something bitter twinkled to life in his dream, twisting the otherwise innocuous imagery into a nightmare that didn’t end with waking. This was always the worst part. The leftovers. Whatever despicable things the fever conjured in the dream—the uglies, as he’d come to think of them—followed him into reality. There they would linger.

"I would never be your friend. I will take being your enemy as a compliment, and before you threaten me, you should eat more; I did crush you with my weight." "Oh, I see you've been taking therapy sessions. Someone must have told you that you are okay and beautiful the way you are. The ugly truth is that you are not... you are so ugly that it's scary." "I am ugly, yet I was employed by F&F, unlike someone who sold her body to get into the beauty company because you don't have what it takes." Kathy's hand shot out, landing a sharp slap across Beauty's cheek. "Don't you dare speak to me like that! You fat pig!" she fumed.

We only want the truth? M👧: You don't want the truth! You want a story. You take a good normal person and turn then into your own reality show. You built him up into a big celebrity just so you can tear him down in public, just so you can sell magazines and TV Shows, that's really sick. The Antonio that you are so obsessed with, he's caring, honest and loving. Yes I worked for him. The Billionaire Italian God, you follow around like lost puppies, I promise you, I am not his Mistress and I wouldn't want to be. I am not obsessed with him like you are. So congratulations you've built your celebrity but you have recked the human being inside.

"What do you know about it?" Jace leans back in his seat. "All I know is the girl won some pageantry shit. She was supposedly beautiful, that's why she caught a lot of attention. Personally, I couldn't give two shits about what a little girl looks like. Unfortunately, her fame led to her rape and murder. The news of her death filled all the news outlets here and ran the whole year. That must be because it's the most interesting thing that has ever happened here since Raul caught a big ass fish," he snorts, taking a long drag of the cigarette. "Roman believed there's more to the story."

My hands shook as I slowly started strumming a few different chords and paired them with the words I'd just said to my agent. It wasn't a ballad. It wasn't a love song. It was ugly. It was truth. Some of the prettiest songs are lies - the real ones, never get Grammys, never hit the Billboard number one spot, because they cause too much self-reflection. And nobody wants to admit to the ugly. Nobody. But I did. I'd admit it. I'd confess how dark my past was, I'd confess how she brought me into a light I didn't see possible, how the pleasure with her went beyond anything I'd ever experienced - surpassing my wildest imaginations.

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.

Few years later Lucy groaned for the tenth times. Life as a college student hasn't been easy on her at all. The constant assignments,test and let's not forget about the lack of time she to take care of herself. She stared at disheveled self through the standing mirror. She touched her cheeks and was almost scared of it dryness . She groaned. " I'm turning ugly" she muttered to herself. " Who's turning ugly?" Lucy almost yelled,scared at the sudden intruder. She touched her beating chest when she saw that it was just her room mate Sarah.

Ugly. "Ari," I screamed at the top of my voice, just before she could pull the trigger. "Is this what you really want?”

But I don't even know if the truth is the real truth, But then what if it's true, he's going to hate me and that's the last thing I want right now, Am I selfish right now?

‘I…Umm…’ I fidget with my fingers nervously, using my long tresses to veil my flustered face. Damn, you! Stop staring at me with those hypnotising eyes. Your beautiful eyes do funny things to me that are not beautiful. They make me think things I should not be thinking. They make me…dream and I don’t want to dream. I cannot afford them. My truth is ugly. It’s unbearable. I need lies. Yes! A fresh lot of lies can be covered up for romantic bullshit.