Ugly Love Book Novels & Stories

“Ugly love by Colleen Hoover, it is a very good book and I have read it a thousand times” “So why do you want to read it again?” He inquired, “you must already know what happened in the book” “That book is full of hope Nathan” this time around her voice sounded distant, “I feel like Hoover is directly speaking to me from the walls of this book and no matter how much I have read about it, i just can’t get enough of her intellect” “Why don’t you let me in on it?” He was truly impressed, he knew Vanessa loved books but not to this extent.

He talked about love and how much love can heal a broken mind and soul , stating that if you must love then you must forget all the pains in your heart. "The love you hated could be your perfect love. The love I hated saved me and has mended my heart for good", Harry said in his speech.

’ “Where’s he taking you for lunch?’ ‘Somewhere romantic.’ ‘So you’re not planning to leave him and come and live with me yet?’ ‘No,’ Clare said flatly, adding to keep him sweet, ‘At least, not until you leave your wife.’ She was studying Graham's thinning hair. He was mesmerisingly ugly. Everything in the wrong proportions. He looked like the FA Cup. In fact the only thing right about him was the number of eyes he had. As she focused on a lightly hairy mole on the side of his neck Clare remembered a girl at college who had read ina psychology book that if you look at anyone, and that is absolutely anyone, for long enough you will find yourself falling in love with them...

I’ve just released a new book titled “Married to My Father’s Enemy.” It follows Ikkohafina and her dangerously captivating husband—her father’s best friend, turn enemy, now her husband. A forbidden, intense, erotic, slow-burning story filled with tension, desire, spicy bedroom actions, and everything in between. If you loved No Saints, you will definitely love this one. I’ll be attaching a free chapter for you to read and enjoy. If it pulls you in (and I know it will), don’t hesitate to go search for the full book and dive deeper into their story.

“I don’t know how Kill did it. How he endured you. Touching you, seeing you. It must’ve been torture. Covered in scars, all bones — you’re a sore sight for any man’s eyes.” Tears slipped down my cheeks, but the sting of the insects felt distant , like pain remembered, not lived. The ache in my chest was louder. Deeper. Was I really that ugly? That disgusting? Bitch. Ugly. Disgusting. No man will ever love you. You’ll never find happiness. You should’ve died with your mother. Die, die, die, you whore. And just like that, darkness took me. And I didn’t fight it this time.

she whispered, her lips finding his again, the kiss deepening into something raw and electric. They lost themselves in each other, the dorm room a cocoon of rekindled passion. The jealousy that had sparked the night fueled a possessiveness that made every touch more intense, every glance more meaningful. Mira’s anger at Tyler faded, replaced by the overwhelming love she felt for Ethan—the boy who’d crossed the country to surprise her, who’d fought for her, who’d never stopped being her home. As they lay tangled together, the world outside faded, leaving only the promise of a new chapter, where temptation was conquered by devotion, and their love burned brighter than ever.

It was bad parenting no matter how one looked at it. However, I simply nodded and didn't make a fuss about this. I noted the baffled look in Jonathan's eyes and said slowly, "We should get going. I don't want the soup to get cold." In the past, I would have thrown a fit over the hairpin and demanded an explanation from him. But that would only make me look like a shrew and Charlotte a wise, understanding person. Jonathan had wounded my heart and left it bleeding, but not once did he ever show that he loved me.

“Um ok, you really are amazing.” “I am, it’s part of the charm.” “Favourite author then?” “V.E. Schwab her fantasy writing is fucking out of this world amazing.” “Addie LaRue was spectacular.” “Yes it was, ok who’s your favourite author?” I ask then. “Colleen Hoover, she has me crying for days. Ugly Love had me staring at the wall at 3am. November 9 had me in tears and Verity I was just so fucking shocked by that book I didn’t know what to do.”

He slammed the book shut and glared at me. "That's the most beautiful feeling which I have ever experienced. Sometimes giving control of yourself to the other person teaches you to live your life. It is stressful to be taking care of each and everything but like this, you can be carefree and enjoy it to the fullest." He explained. "I am not convinced." I wriggled a brow. "By the way, I did not imagine you to be head over heels in love." I teased him. However, deep down I felt guilty. My Dad loves that woman and today, I wished that it is better for her to be dead.

A feeling that tore me apart, broke me into pieces, and made sure there was not any single remains left A feeling that no fucking amount of shitty "Sorry" could ever heal, a feeling worst than any kind of pain, you name it: Gunshot, stabbing...This feeling like a wolf was the "Ultima", and it was this same poisonous feeling that got mixed into my blood, and turned the remaining part of me into a living dead, a demon, anything that was bad and wrong, you name it, and made emotions become nothing to me The demons in me made love become something so far away, something that couldn't be found in my dictionary, something so unreal that the word "Love" looks like nothing but a lie...well it was, t