Ugly Cry Books Novels & Stories

“Well, Zeke’s a nice enough guy but maybe not the sharpest needle in the haystack. One of many reasons we only briefly dated.” The two dug into their meals, and Brad had to admit to himself that Bias was right, the food was absolutely delicious. Spicy and flavorful. Bias was scarfing down his food as if he were going into hibernation soon. “Speaking of you being a famous writer,” Bias said when he finally came up for air, “after you left Book Lady yesterday, I picked up another one of your books.” “Really? Which one?” “The collection, Dark Corners. I read the first four stories before bed last night, and I have to say I really enjoyed them.”

She was somewhat convinced that the heavens are in support of her mission. ~~~~ "How on earth could they hire incompetent people in this company just to stress me out. And who in their right mind hired an ugly and worthless fool as my secretary? I simply told her to get me coffee and what did she do? She added cream, doesn't she know am allergic to it? Get her fired and put Elvis as my secretary right this instant, if I get even a glimpse of that girl, I swear I will kill her. I need to get our of here I feel stuffed, I need some fresh air and when I get back, those incompetent fools had better be out of here or else you will be next"

Did the holy books forget that we are people, made of emotions just as we are made of blood and flesh? When I opened my eyes, they were hazy with tears. A couple drops rolled down my cheeks and I wiped them away angrily, almost getting soap water into my eyes. “Stupid girl!” I scolded myself, sniffling. “Why are you crying? Crying means giving up, remember? And I’m not giving up! So what if I got send to the middle of nowhere? It’s only one year. It’ll pass by in no time at all.”

How could I have been so blind, so naive? “How the fuck did I not see this before?!” I yelled, a guttural scream that seemed to come from the pit of my soul. I hurled the photo against the wall, the glass shattering into countless pieces. My anger erupted like a volcano. I began tearing through my room, smashing everything within reach. Lamp, books, the nightstand—nothing was spared. My mind was a whirlwind, and all I could think about was the pain Willow had endured, the monster I had failed to protect her from.

she cried, curling herself in a corner, in a failed attempt to block the belt from hitting her face. Charles has gone blind with rage, his ears are blocked from the sound of his own curses, he can't hear her cries and he can't see her tears or maybe he just refuses to listen, maybe he just refuses to see her screams fill the silent house with terrifying echoes. The house sobs, and wails along with her, maybe seeing her get hurt, hurt the house, maybe it was just mocking once again reminding her she is nothing but a prisoner to be trapped and tortured in this luxurious house of echoes and screams

Hello, My name is Jane, and between my sister and me, I am the ugly one. And no, I am not an insecure bitch who likes to complain about my looks all the time. My sister Liliana is blessed with beautiful genes. She had long flowing blonde hair with bright blue eyes and pink lips that remind you of delicate flower petals.

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She paused, taken aback by Arielle’s sudden enthusiasm. “Even if it means Mom crying all night,” Estelle chimed in from across the room, rolling her eyes dramatically. Crystal shot her a mock glare and defended herself. “You don’t understand the beauty of a good book. So what if it’s sad? If the author can move you to ugly tears, it means they have written something truly special.” She turned back to Arielle, her expression softening. “That’s what makes this book so good.” “I couldn’t agree more,” Arielle said, nodding fervently. Her eyes sparkled with admiration. “Maa, have you tried Chains of Desires by the same author? If you loved this one, there are so many others you’d enjoy!”

I could feel how puffy my pussy lips were, how they glistened every time I pulled my fingers out just to slam them back in. The wet noises filled the quiet dorm room, loud and obscene. My hips bucked against my hand like I had no control left. “Please, I’m begging you,” I whined louder, eyes half-lidded and staring straight into the lens. “Degrade me. Call me your stupid cumdump. Tell me I’m only good for swallowing load after load while I leak down my legs. I’m so fucking empty, I need to be stretched and ruined. Make me cry for it.”

“I just needed love from someone who would genuinely care for me and protect me, and now that person is gone. You know, I was always the ugly girl everyone mocked at school. If it weren’t for my mother, I wouldn’t have made it this far. Does God really think I’m strong enough to face such a cruel world?” As if answering my question, thunder rumbled in the distance. A dark cloud rolled across the sky, and light rain began to fall, growing heavier with each second. “Come on, Mathilda, we should go home now. It’s going to rain—look at the sky.” Mrs. Rosa took my arm gently, but I slowly pulled away. “You can go, Mrs. Rosa. I’ll stay here. I want to cry in the rain… and feel the loneliness aroun