Uglies Novels & Stories

But then my hands were held to my back . I received a painful blow in my stomach . Why ... Why are they being so violent . "Stop ....." i choked out . "Bitch ...your so pathetic. " One of the girls said . "You know you are sooo ugly " Kelly said "You know ,you are the reason god created middle finger " i stated . But then i winced in pain as Andrew's hold on my wrist got tighter . "You are ugly slut " kelly said . "And you are a ugly bitch with no brains ....and stone hard boobs and the fakest face EVER !!" i yell

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.

Honestly, she was scarier than Maleficent. “Why would I video call a disgusting face like yours? Gross! Fine, if Fredric’s not there, I’ll call him later. By the way, I called specifically to insult you. I’m bored and frustrated, and your ugly face isn’t worthy of being my rival, Mathilda. Just because Fredric and I are fighting doesn’t mean he’s yours! No! It will never happen! Wake up from your fantasy, bitch!” Paula hung up abruptly. The morning that had started so beautifully now felt like a storm. And just like that, the spirit I’d built up vanished.

Defiant. "Your crimes are severe. Deliberate. Sustained over a decade. You conducted experiments without consent. You caused deaths through procedures you knew were dangerous. You permanently altered human beings for research purposes. You showed no remorse during trial and have expressed no regret afterward. These are some of the most heinous crimes imaginable. Crimes that in any functioning legal system would warrant maximum punishment." Catherine looked at the rescued subjects.

The door clicked shut behind me. The mirror showed a stranger. My left cheek was puffed and purple, the skin stretched shiny over the swelling. One eye was nearly closed; the other stared back at me with dull recognition. Ugly. That was the word that settled heaviest. Not just bruised—ugly in a way that felt permanent.

Liam said as he looked back to me smirking before chuckling and turning back around. "You guys are trafficking woman! That's a terrible thing to do! You're all sick!" I yelled. "Nobody ever said were good people babygirl, but keep talking to us like that then you just might become one." Jack said as he smiled an crooked sadistic smile. I let out a huff of air deciding to not to push their buttons since I have no knowledge about them other than their first name, and that they were extremely attractive, world class criminals. I'm guided to a stone staircase making me internally sigh because of the amount of steps that were presented. My legs slowly move up each step allowing me to remain my ca

“The one she made up last week. It has approximately no structure, terrible rhyming, and somehow… involves an octopus halfway through.” “It’s art, Mama,” Mira corrected, very seriously, before dissolving into giggles. Julian’s lips curved in surrender. “Alright then. Lead the way, princess.” And just like that, the car was filled with Mira’s high, enthusiastic voice, narrating the adventures of a giraffe who wanted to dance but was afraid of the moonlight. Elara joined in, improvising absurd verses that had Mira howling with laughter. Julian added his own deep, deliberately off key bass line for comedic effect, which earned him a delighted “Daddy, you sound like the giraffe is burping!”

I asked, trying to control my anger. “We are showing her the place she belongs. She needs to leave Blue Moon because we do not entertain ugly people here. We hate ugly people," Mai replied. I clench my fist in anger. What's their problem with ugly people, those people are created by the same goddess that creates the beautiful ones.

It about to get ugly with this old man! * *

“Don’t worry, I have a feeling it’ll slide right in. This pussy was made for my cock, baby girl.” She holds onto my neck as I slide the head inside. I have to pinch my eyes closed and groan. Damn, it’s like a fucking vise. So tight. She whimpers under me as I push further into her. I take a deep breath and open my eyes. She hangs on, her nails digging into the back of my neck. “I’m sorry, baby. Daddy’s trying to be as gentle as I can.” I apologize. “Daddy, I can take the pain. Just push it all the way in.”