Ugly Betty 4th Season Novels & Stories

I laughed. “You’re disgusting” Betty said on unwrapping her hands from my waist. “And you still can’t help it” I smirked. “That’s only because you’re adorable” she blushed. “I wasn’t going for cute” “Then what were you going for?” she asked. “You know I’m fucking hot, and sexy, Not to brag, but that’s the truth” I wiggled my brows at her. “And I’m not doubting that, I mean if you ain’t what will I be doing here” she smiled.

Angelina stormed into her apartment and slammed the door as hard as she could. Why? Because she was super mad. Because men were dumb. Because the rich were assholes. Ugh! She wanted to punch someone in the face so badly. If only she could… “Whoa! Easy on those shoes, sis. You’re gonna wake up the little devil, and I just got her to sleep. Finally!” Betty entered the living room with a steaming mug of coffee, wearing a t-shirt bigger than herself and pyjamas that were so damn comfortable. If she could, she would spend every hour wearing them, but she needed to go out and make money sometimes.

I angrily banged the door hard but they didn’t even stop at all. They continued what they were doing and I became angrier. I continued banging the door until I finally became tired. I heaved a deep sigh and turned to go. I walked to my room and lay on my king size bed. The screamed became louder than before. “Gosh! What nonsense is this??” Even as big as this house is, I could still hear then from downstairs. Seriously, I’m really disappointed in Betty How could she allow him take advantage of her like that??

Was her first statement to Elena. Elena lowered her gaze, took a towel, and cleaned her hands, wanting to ignore the girl. The girl pushed her arm making Elena stumble back. She gave her a confused look. "What's your problem, Betty?" Betty scoffed, folding her arms as she glowered at Elena. "Problem? I don't have any. Hearing about you and Alex breaking up, was like the food I was so hungry for, it filled me." Elena nodded. "Yeah, well that's four years ago and in the past. You've got what you want, good for you, so leave me alone."

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

His face had gone pale and he began actively weeping. I smiled cruelly. "Did you really think you could keep doing this forever with no consequences?" I grabbed a handful of his hair and forced him to look at me when he tried to look away. "Well, Julian." I let go of his hair to slap his face sharply. "I am the consequences." I turned away and motioned for Travis to bring Julian and follow me. Sage and I walked to where the basement door was. We both knew what horrors awaited women and children behind that door. I quickly punched in the code to open the door and heard it click open. I waved Travis though. "After you." I said and he roughly dragged Julian down the stairs by his throat. When w

“No one will ever make you feel small again.” She kissed her forehead. Then turned off the light. And walked back out into the silence of the house. The internet didn’t sleep. Especially not when there was drama wrapped in wealth, entitlement, and the innocent cry of a child. At exactly 6:42 PM, a fashion lifestyle account known for celebrity street style coverage uploaded a seemingly harmless video: “Cutest thing ever, little fashionista in glitter heels steals the show at Goldleaf Galleria.” It began sweetly, someone filming the toddler twirling in her new shoes, giddy and giggling beneath the soft glow of the luxury mall chandeliers.

"Why is she in my sleeping bag?" Melvin's irritated reply cut in. "Keep your voice down. Sally's kinda fragile—she's about to catch a cold. You're strong. You'll be fine." "So I'm supposed to freeze to death for you two because she's 'fragile'?" "God, Peyton, stop being so dramatic. It's just a sleeping bag." The clip was short, but brutal. The same people swearing I'd given it up freely now looked sick, their faces blotchy red. Sally shook like she might topple over.

They weren't giving each other a look of disgust or fierce anger, but it was tender and there was a brief tugging of lips. "It looks like they've been seeing each other," Betty spat out, her voice laced with venom. "They are still in love... fucking fools," "But as I've said before, I will never let them be together," Betty sneered, clicking her purse open and brushing her fingers on a strange, tiny bottle in it. "I am glad that I brought this along, an overdose will be perfect..." She said, her voice menacing and dangerous.

“Maybe we can ask Uncle Paulie if he’ll give you a hamburger, and Mommy can give you some of the yummy salads.” “Yes please,” Betsy says and yawns loudly. My heart melts. When you strip away the layers of trauma and hurt, there is the real Betsy. Sweet, kind, and polite. It's hard to imagine her any other way now. I wish I could wave a magic wand to make her better. The kid is really crawling into my heart in very unexpected ways. Paulie places two patties on a paper plate and hands it to Betsy. “There yah go, sweetheart.”