Ugly Betty Fanfiction Novels & Stories

All I have to do is act a little and you will be on the streets. And Betty knew that she was being serious because she had tasted how evil she can be so she nodded her head so that she can let go of her hair, she was hurting her. She gave her one last look and went out of the room. Betty was left breathless, the woman was not an easy one to deal with and she had to be careful next time.

Carrie asked, licking her own spoon. "I don´t know, but you should see their Beta! My panty dropped, piercing blue eyes and chiseled jaw! Total eye candy, someone who would bang you real good! And I won´t mind if he does it to me! Come on! You both should go and see!" Her voice was too excited. My spoon got stuck midair at the mention of Beta and her description of him. Was he describing my Beta? Yes, my Beta! My heart started to beat erratically.

She'd frozen just outside the door, their words cutting through her like knives. "I can't believe Gray actually pulled it off. Three months. That's gotta be a record." "Told you he could do it. Shayla Hale, the ice queen who turned him down. He said he'd make her fall, and he did." "Think he'll actually take the cruise ship?" "Hell yeah. That bet was solid gold. Best idea we ever had." Bet. The word echoed in her mind, louder than her heartbeat. He'd made a bet. On her.

Mine, fūcking MINE! I glared at everyone in the room, daring them to say a fūcking word. I was not going to hold Dash back any longer. I was willing to ruin this whole shīt just to save her from being touched by any of these sick fūcks. Even if she wouldn’t be mine either. *Melody’s POV* I was fighting my urge to scream and cry. I was full of embarrassment and disgust.

Two Alphas, One Table The council room smelled like old wood and burnt candle wax and the particular tension of people pretending to be calm. Betty arrived at noon exactly not a minute early, not a minute late, wearing the plain dark training clothes she had started favoring since arriving at Shadow Fang, her hair pulled back, no ornament, no performance. She had learned recently that the most powerful thing she could wear into a room was the simple fact of not needing it to think well of her.

The jealousy travelled through my veins at the sight and I felt my gums hurt from my teeth gnashing together. I turned back to face Betty. "That jerk." I spat out. "ouuuhh... someone's jelly jelly jealous!!" Betty teased, pointing a finger at me while making her eyebrows dance. She then shot me a mischievous smile. "I'm not!" I huffed immediately, glaring at her. "Yeah and blackberries are yellow since we're starting a lying contest here," She replied back. "Look at your white fingertips and how your face is almost the same shade as your hair."

"You don't get to tell me what to do." Han moved closer as well, their eyes looking straight into each other's. "I will tell you what to do since you don't seem to know." "I am not a child you should control." "From your actions, you are, and I will treat you like one." "Don't try it." "I will." "Stop!" "Never. You started it, and I will help you finish it." "I hate you," Betty screamed. "I have never liked you either." "You are so annoying…”

She growled and threw herself at Alyssa. "How dare you call me an animal? I'll rip you to shreds!" Alyssa shook her head in disgust at the sight of Betty's ugliness. She was reluctant to dirty her hands by punching Betty—the woman was a mad dog. Just when Betty was close to touching Alyssa, she was grabbed on the wrist by a huge and defined hand. "Ouch! That hurts!" Feeling the pain, Betty doubled over. Alyssa sensed an increase in testosterone in the vicinity. She turned around and found Jasper staring at her. They exchanged gazes.

he liked to bully Diana. Sean pursed his lips tightly and remained silent. Julian didn't say much, either. The two silently watched Betty as she went up and down the stairs. They continued like this for half an hour until she was covered in sweat from playing so much. Only then was she willing to continue upstairs to take a bath. "Stinky," she said, holding up her own clothes to Sean. Sean gave her a rare smile and said, "Not stinky." Betty liked it when people praised her for smelling good. If someone said she smelled bad, she would cry.

And the more unfounded that hatred was, the better the mileage. Mabry crooned in Betty’s ear. Her breath like dead mice in a crawlspace. “The abomination ends.” Before Betty could ask the woman what she meant by that, the crowd swallowed them alive. In the heat of their guts, Tim planted a kiss on Betty’s lips, more passionate than any since before Robby was born. “We’ll get you a sign,” he said. ***