Ugly Duck Novels & Stories

- Dessa as I look upwards I saw this ugly face, the face of a rotten zombie but it has wings and has a sharp claw with a bloodstain on its whole body!

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.

Wendy said "A leech? Was the unborn child a leech as well? You mean to say your son's offspring is a leech? When Camilla spoke to us that faithful day about the girl our son loves, I made a thorough research and it turns out she is the most beautiful girl I have ever seen... Your son's heart chose someone so special and what did you do? You just showed how heartless a humble person can be when he or she acquired wealth." Edmund said angrily "I.. I.. did it for our son" Wendy said stammering

“I meant no offense. It’s just clear where you get your beauty from.” He said nothing to that, instead shutting me out, much to my amusement. I turned back to watch as Ugar stretched his wings. He’s a pure black dragon, with no other colour in sight, save for his eyes. He roared loudly before shooting white fire upwards into the air. It wasn’t all that hard to tell that he was relieved to be out. My father had already relayed to me just how painful it had been for him to lose his connection to Ugar for a while.

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What the fuck? My beautiful wing, or what was a beautiful wing, is green. I hit the ground hard because I'm more concerned with my wing than what's below me. I stumble and right myself, and as I do, I catch sight of my other wing. My legs too. I'm green. I'm cursed. Or I'm dying. That's it. Some horrible disease carried by eagle poop has invaded this realm and now I'm dying. My dragon's curse is death.

DAHLIA Poor Judah, she thought to herself as she bathed in the natural pool, watching as the Gamma wolf gathered wood for the fire; he had a stupid grin plastered to his face and was walking a little funny; after the seventh time they'd fucked his left nut had disappeared completely, riding so far up into his body, she wondered if it was lodged in his throat, his voice was certainly deeper.

The white-cloaked guy approached him. “How does it feel like? Killing your own friends.” He mocks Alfi. “Shut the fuck up!” He exclaimed. The wing of Hara and the Wing of Asa collapse and suddenly black and white Iru are gushing out from his body. He cries aloud with tears rolling from his eyes. Both of the Iru unify into an eerie black and white giant. It whips the white-cloaked guy with his hand sending him flying into the sea. It rampages and destroys everything it sees while roaring. Kartika then rushes to him no matter what would happen to her. It sends her flying, but she gets up quickly and rushes to him. She jumps and swiftly hugs him.

“My bitch Leia had four pups the other week. Their eyes just opened. They’re almost as cute as you.” He held his hand out to me, and I didn’t want to take it. Not that big, heavy thing hanging off the end of his wrist with its hooked fingers, its swollen knuckles all sprouting hair. Don’t hate him cause he’s ugly. Clem told me a story once, about a baby duck that was really a swan. ‘But what if he grew up uglier?’ I had asked her at the end. ‘What if he never got beautiful?’ ‘We shouldn’t be unkind to people because of how they look,’ she had said. ‘That’s what the story means.’

Yet the beauty was empty of warmth, as if the man possessed no soul. “Crying will make you ugly,” he muttered slowly. Julian!