Ugly Cartoon Characters Male Novels & Stories

I knew I was ugly, but hearing my own sister say it still made me shake with pain. "You know what?" She leaned close to my ear. "You're not just ugly. You're stupid, too." I froze, confused by what she meant. "I'm so beautiful and well-behaved, so of course I should be the only princess. Seeing you with a face just like mine makes me sick every time. "When we were eight, I fell off that cliff on purpose. I knew you'd come save me. I calculated exactly where to position myself so you'd get that scar.

The Masters were all about the same size (huge) but varied in appearance quite a lot. Only Cheng’s father had the classic demonic look. The rest ranged from ape-like to giant robot. Some had two legs and two arms, others didn’t. One of them was a large ball with a face and no appendages, at least not that I could see. “What’s this I hear about your child wanting to fight me?” said a hairy character whose long arms ended in spikes. “He doesn’t want to fight you, you fool,” said a blocky figure who resembled a 50s wind-up robot. “He wants to challenge for the leadership. He’ll only face you if he finds himself among the defeated.”

The room had dim lighting, but I could see the outlines of his terrifyingly familiar face, and the white smoke curling out of his mouth. “Is this what he has been fucking? I’m disappointed.” Another male voice said and I gasped again, shifting slightly. The man stepped forward, out of the shadows so I could see him. He was young. He was tall, broad and had that dark aura that Adonis carried around… but with none of the grace. This person was downright repulsive. His lips had a piercing, and ugly, weird tattoo lined the skin of his arms and neck. His straight dark hair fell haphazardly down his face. Most of his face were in the shadows, but I already decided that these people could kill me j

I could see posters of beautiful tattoo jobs displaced on the walls. "This one looks fierce" pointing to the wall, I said to Jason. "Yeah, but that isn't what I want. I want something unique" he rubbed his arm. "Heyo! Cart-vanger! Wake-up!" He yelled in his ears. "I'm up, I'm up." Cartel grunts in his snore as he jerked up on the couch in shock. He lets out a loud yawn, smacking his lips as he stretched out his arms in the air, revealing his hairy pits in that torn singlet. Then he scratched inbetween his bum lines and got up from the couch. Ooh.. A hefty man with a boner in his underwear.

They are already so hideous, I already feel like a victim just for having to see their faces. And what’s with their terrible character? This one just licked his lips and throws me a dirty smirk like I’m some cheap harlot that got sold to him for half the price of a cookie… I’m definitely killing him. I cannot believe he’s this disgusting and annoying. His face and his… everything about him, he looks like a sheep in wolf’s clothing, and he does look like he needs the money. It can be so much better, far really better. I want to find it so hard to punch someone in the face just because he’s so cute; I don’t want to ruin that glamorous look. Umbra can do better, like a lot better.

He picks it up, flipping it open casually. A small, surprised chuckle escapes him. His eyes land on a crude cartoon drawn in Nina's strong handwriting. It shows a wolf in a suit, clearly meant to be him, with the caption: "Huh, ignorant little girls, you are all attracted by my handsome appearance? Ha ha, you have no idea that I am actually a monster!" Lucien's grin widens as he takes in the exaggerated features she gave him-the wolfish face, the ridiculous pink bow, the overly confident expression. This girl... Her drawings are bold, just like her personality.

Killian asked. The boy proudly held it up. It was... terrible. Absolutely terrible. Three stick figures: one tall, one medium, one tiny. The tall figure had ridiculously broad shoulders, the medium one had long hair, and the tiny one was holding cookies. Killian smiled. "Is that us?" Aiden nodded. "Yep. And that's Mom, and that's me." Killian pointed at the oversized figure. "And that's..." "You." "Why do I look like a tree?"

It was no wonder Matteo kept insisting he was hideous. The masculine beauty standard here was completely different from the elven world's. In this world, the "hottest" men had to be around 5'3", weigh 200 pounds, and possess flat, rotund faces with barely visible necks. The larger and rounder, the better. On the other hand, a man with an exquisitely sculpted body and face like Matteo's would only be regarded as a freak of nature. I inhaled sharply and looked at him again. My pleasant surprise had evolved into sheer ecstasy. This man had been bullied since childhood for his "ugliness."