Timothee Chalamet Ugly Novels & Stories

I chewed on my thumbnail, watching the screen intensely. Selima: Okay, breathe. Just breathe for a second. Look, think about who we’re talking about. Uriel is high-profile, right? Every girl on campus is obsessed with him. It’s probably just some jealous brat who saw you guys together and wants to ruin your night. People are petty, M. Especially when they see someone else getting what they want. Me: You think so? The photo looked so... intentional.

I murmured, flexing my fingers to dispel the lingering sting from when I'd pounded the wall. "Time to learn more about this Miles asshole and what horrors he inflicted on Megan." The search engine was already loaded, so I simply punched out the name, the web exploding with an avalanche of results. My eyes boggled at the sheer volume - movie premieres, charity galas, People Mag covers – all glossily depicting the same chiseled, generically handsome face with an oily smile plastered on. "Holy shit..." I swallowed hard against the lump of indignant revulsion creeping up my throat. "This Miles character is like... the quintessential douche-bro celebrity schmuck."

for me the most handsome guy there is Matthew Lemiere and the most beautiful one is Lauren Hastington. I put my phone on the table and closed my eyes. Why am I talking about the 7 Gold Lifes when I hate them to death? I must be crazy.. I shouldn't have come to that charity event because I don't like the idea meeting them again. How am I going to make Archer go away?

His voice rose in octaves, some people turned their heads towards us. “Keep your voices down you bloody fool! Should I hand you a microphone so that you can stand in front of a crowd and shout 'CHLOE IS NOT BEAUTIFUL ANYMORE” I glared at him and continued. “Jesus!For the record. I think you are not attractive anymore either. I get it that some other girls looked at you like you are the Leonardo DiCaprio of your school but to me you are nothing but an annoying, obnoxious, lazy human being that made my cat jump startled when you got near him. So, my point is, our feelings are mutual” By the time I finish my rant, Mark is smiling like he won an award. God! He really does look like a version of

If he is an actor, I will gladly give him a Oscar award and punch him after. Her bitter memories of primary school came back. I am ugly, as my schoolmates have said. I think they are right. They are just being real to my face, not like someone I know. Maybe I should have let my face undergo that plastic surgery. My pale skin can be toned if I stay basking in the sun. That female doctor coaxed me into not doing the surgery; if not, I can win the contest of appearance against this damn bitch. The promo is a once in a lifetime chance to change my life that I threw in the bin. I am the worst decision maker in this world.

“Well, most of the kids look like ugly monkeys when they are born. But you’re right. He’s indeed pretty ugly.” “All of us are like that when we are born. I’m sure you were this ugly as well,” retorted James. He was so angry that he wanted to pass out right now. ‘No way! Since she has seen my photos, I must ask Mr. Peterson for her photos as well! I can’t be the only one who got “exposed” like this!’ At night, when Giselle came out of the bathroom and saw James lying on the bed, she was stunned. “What are you doing here?”

Before long, Bella's loud moans had filled the room and the hallway bringing the whole mansion into a standstill. Jerome was still leaning by the wall, his friends urging him on before the embarrassing sounds from inside had forced him out. " This is so messed up men," one of his friends commented as he showed him a photograph of him, though dim, pumping Camille from behind. Surely they got what they deserved, only that one of them had to lose more.

Her face was so red it almost matched the salsa on the table. "I want to die," she whispered. "No you don't," Aaron said kindly, trying very hard not to laugh. "I do." "You really don't." "I really do." Mira hurried over and immediately started helping clean the cheese off her shirt. "I'm so sorry." "Why are you apologizing?" Chloe groaned. "I don't know." "Neither do I." Across the room, Ugo had already pulled out his phone. The idiot was taking pictures like a wildlife photographer who had just discovered a new species.

Then as he walked in, a middle-aged man, with an eye lens, his head completely devoid of any hair came into vision. Lump formed at Selene's throat. Her groom was indeed ugly and really an abandoned son of the Yates. All the Yates they knew always appeared posh and elegant, but this person was far from that, he was truly abandoned and ugly. Anna suddenly busted out laughing. "You both really suit each other, ugly versus ugly." She laughed. Selene had her eyes welled up with tears.

Wouldn't that ruin your manicure? Demetri: Take it back! He sent a picture of his angry face. The guy was seriously hot. Married, taken, and completely happy - but hot. No sane girl could ignore his crazy dimples, blond hair, and crystal blue eyes. He was like a younger version of Brad Pitt and Paul Walker's love child - it was its own hashtag. Dani: Sorry. You're pretty? Demetri: I'll take it. Dani: He thinks I'm stupid. Demetri: Impossible. Did the bastard actually say that?