The Ugly Truth Novels & Stories

I was the ultimate glow-up story. My parents were both obsessed with looks and voices, yet when I was born, I looked like an underdeveloped monkey. Even my cries sounded like a frog, croaking so loudly that the entire hospital ward found me annoying. My parents named me Blob and dumped me at Grandma's house far away from them. I only earned the right to return home when I made it into a national top university. My father, a movie star, merely glanced at me before his brows knitted together. "Hat, sunglasses and mask? Why are you wrapping yourself up like that? What, are you ashamed to show your face?" My mother, a chart-topping singer, scoffed. "She probably saw us take Vivian on that s

On New Year's Eve, Gwen Hurst and I attended a reunion with our old classmates. After several rounds of drinks, someone suggested a game of Truth or Dare. Gwen was the first to lose and drew Truth. "What was your biggest regret when it came to love?" She answered without hesitation, but her gaze kept drifting toward her first love, Nikolas Stratton, who was sitting nearby. "My greatest regret was not ending up with the person I loved most. Instead, I married my backup and settled for a life of compromise." The room erupted in shock. Everyone thought I would storm out in anger, but I only smiled and gestured for the game to continue. When it was my turn, the question became, "Have you ev

“At least it’s not ugly…” She said as she stared at it. She sighed and got into her car and started it up before she began the drive back towards the dragons. She turned on Cry Pretty by Carrie Underwood and sang it “I'm sorry, but I'm just a girl…Not usually the kind to show my heart to the world…I'm pretty good at keepin' it together…I hold my composure, for worse or for better….So I apologize, if you don't like what you see….But sometimes my emotions get the best of me…And fallin' apart is as human as it gets…You can't hide it…You can't fight…what the truth is…You can pretty lie…And say it's okay…You can pretty smile…And just walk away…Pretty much fake your way through anything…But, you c

my mother's head drops as she looks at the ground and says "I am sorry my love but he is not lying, I was the one that owed the money to the mafia, I was the one that had your father whore you out to those men, It was me not your father." To Be Continued....

My thighs, my behind, my hands, my belly, everywhere they could be. I closed my eyes again regretting and digesting my, mistake of looking at me. It felt bad. I confirmed if my thighs were really huge and wished I didn’t... Maybe I owed the bully a public apology for always getting mad at him. He was honest when he said I was ugly. He was honest when he said I was unlovable and no guy would ever look at me.

His body convulsed, and he began to scream, a guttural, primal sound that echoed in the silence. I stepped back, watching with detached amusement as his sanity unraveled, “Ah, there it is.” I murmured, “The truth beneath the lies. Ugly, isn’t it?” Xyro clawed at his skin, his screams turning incoherent, “P… please! Make it stop!” “Where is it?” I asked, a little more loudly this time. “I sold it! I sold it!” He screamed, clawing at his throat. A slow, satisfied smile spread across my face as Xyro’s confession spilled out, raw and unfiltered. His nails scraped at his throat, leaving angry red streaks, his body writhing like a snake on hot coals.

Unflinching. “For too long, lies have festered beneath this company’s surface. I’ve made mistakes –some I can’t take back. But I won’t watch my family or my employees become casualties of another’s vengeance. We have nothing left to hide. And that means we have nothing left to fear”. Juliette joined him, her voice clear and unwavering. “The truth can be ugly. But hiding from it only makes it more powerful. We’re done hiding”. Headlines erupted.

That worried me more than if she’d started yelling. “Uh, excuse me, sir...I mean...D-Dad,” Truth said suddenly, stuttering out the last word like it tasted strange on her tongue, “what do you even do to have this kind of money? Is it, like, legal?” Mia’s head snapped around. “Truth—” I held up a hand. “It’s okay. I’m like...an entrepreneur. And yes, it’s all legal.” Truth tilted her head. “So… like, what? You sell overpriced T-shirts and jeans to rich people? Isn't that a scam?”

She faces me with an expectant smile on her face . "What's the matter ?"she asks clasping my hands gently . " I want you to tell me the truth ,"I answer. "What truth ?"she asks confused. "The truth about my mate . Someone told me he treated me like shit ," " Ooh,"Megan drops her eyes on the ground while nibbling her pinky finger. " I want to know the truth ," I demand my tone becomes firmer now . " Well ,are you sure about this ? The doctor said it might cause alot of damage .You need to remember these memories yourself, "

“I am a person who is... practical and realistic. Hailey laughed and said, “If someone is ugly, then they are ugly, and vice versa.” Travis replied, “The range of people you think are charming is too broad.” He pointed with a finger at the hero’s face, where the video had stopped. “This guy is ugly. It’s a waste of time and life to look at them.” Hailey looked at Travis resentfully. Then, her gaze drifted to the ambiguous hero on the tablet. Suddenly, she felt that the TV drama she was currently watching was boring.