Ugliest Human Alive Novels & Stories

She screamed in horror and covered her face with both hands, seemingly traumatized. However, Frostine let out a cold huff. “Khloe Yggdrasill, remember how you’re a cripple before you insult others. Look at your face... it’s astronomically hideous. Even the ugliest person on the Earth would barf when they look at you. Yet you still run about Starborn City without a care in the world. Are you trying to disgust people on purpose?” Khloe was so mad that she could feel her organs burning from within, so mad she almost vomited a mouthful of blood.

Yoshiki waited for the waste of a human to say something, anything really, to avoid looking at his stupid face longer than he has to seem polite and welcoming. You'd think he'd at least have a cute-ish face, but unfortunately, not everyone could be as handsome as him or as dashing as his lover, but he's become more ugly since the last time he saw Alister, then again it could be because of the beating he received last night, but it also couldn't be because of that and it's that his disgusting, dirty, soul was leaking out to his skin. Poor him, he couldn't last any longer, so he looked over Allister's shoulder to avoid looking directly. Much better. His eyes felt cleaner already.

0’ ‘Dumb, no talent whore had to post naked pics to get famous’ ‘Elijah Grant can do so much better than her’ ‘Ugly bitch… hope she dies’ Last one has to be my favorite, normally I do not care much about what other people think, but this… this level of hate from people who don't even know me, it feels weird and very unpleasant. I desperately scroll on.

"Can I get my usual?" "Coming right up." I found my usual table in the corner and collapsed into the chair. My hands were shaking. My eyes were burning with tears I refused to shed. Three weeks. In three weeks, I'd be Mrs. Diego De Luca. I'd be trapped in a house with a man who'd never smiled. A man who'd killed his own uncle. A man who buried people alive. The rumors swirled in my head. Diego De Luca. The Deadliest Man Alive. He doesn't smile. He doesn't joke. He doesn't play games. He kills without remorse. He's a predator in a thousand-dollar suit.

**Damien 179. There were no words. I could not even describe the carnage and agony the place oozed. People in straitjackets, naked from the waist down, all behaving in a grotesque and disgusting, animalistic nature. I watched in awe as and pity as a woman threw up and shat herself at the same time.

The other replied, shrugging. "Humans aren't despicable. My best friend is human, and she's not inferior to any of you just because she doesn't have a wolf!" I shouted impatiently. "Humans are disgusting. Here, in this pack, we hate humans. They don't know about our existence because if they did, they'd hunt us like animals and put us in their zoos for entertainment. They're dumb, weak, and stupid! If you like them so much, go back there. Obviously, your place isn't here!" The man replied, serious and angry, and everyone around agreed.

was this the final end of her life, it was not like she had anything to live for. With the amount of cruelty the humans had to face, it was nothing compared to him, the worst of them all. They called him, Diabolus Bestia.

I was still stuck on who this dangerously beautiful man is and why does he sound like he is debating whether or not to commit mass murder? Then out of nowhere, he looked down at me and muttered under his breath. "Tch. She looks at me like the others. Disgusted. Shocked. Just another person horrified by how ugly I am. At least this one is not screaming" I froze. Wait. Ugly? My eyebrows shot up. "Pardon me, what?" I blurted before I could stop myself. Did he just? Was he serious? "What do you mean ugly?" I suddenly asked, looking around in mock confusion. "Did I die? Is this the afterlife? Because I always imagined otherworldly beings would look like you."

That’s why, whenever I heard her friends were coming over, I used to lock myself in my room or run away from the house for the entire day. Another friend laughed, covering her mouth with perfectly manicured fingers, her eyes sparkling with cruel delight. “She’s so disgustingly ugly compared to Helene. Helene is glowing, elegant, a real beauty that turns heads and makes men weak. But this girl? She looks like a rotten, stinking stray dog that crawled out of the gutter by mistake. Even uglier than the last time, face like spoiled meat, skin like curdled milk. A pathetic, stinking ugly duckling that should have stayed hidden in the mud.”

But he could read the questions in my eyes. "I tried, but I couldn’t bring your mother back. I got nothing but humiliations from her and the human lover of hers. I wondered how he was better than me. I realized one thing. He isn’t better. Rather, he is lowest of the lows. Human are the worst. They never considers other's feelings, they are corrupt and selfish being. Whatever you do in life, Theodore, never get associate with a human. Never trust them, never spare them. And be strong enough to lead the pack." It was the last thing he spoke to me. The next day I found him dead in his own room.