Novel & Cerita Ugly Love By Colleen Hoover

Just possession polished until it glittered like devotion. I hated how much that false tenderness hurt to look at. Because real love was messier. It argued. It failed. It returned. It touched old wounds without always knowing how to heal them. It had breath and heat and uncertainty in it. It did not move like this—clean, bloodless, unquestioned. “You’re showing me a corpse and calling it romance,” I said to the heart, and the future room trembled under the words.

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.

I was just focused on the book I was reading, pretending not to hear them. “Hey ugly,” one of them called out. “Hope you are not planning to show up tonight.” I pushed back my glasses that were falling off my nose and continued reading. One of them walked to my desk, grabbed my book and dropped it to the floor. “You don't ignore beauty like us.” She said, titling her head smugly. She continued “have you gotten a prom date? Oops, I forgot. Nobody will want an ugly duckling like you to be their date.”

I sat with that until it finished disgusting me, which took a while. It wasn’t love would want her alive, safe and laughing in warm kitchens regardless of whose kitchen it was. What I was feeling beneath was the particular ugliness of a man who had treated something precious carelessly and then wanted the right to decide what happened to it afterward. If she couldn't be mine, something in me had decided, she shouldn't get to be anything. I didn’t know that ugliness was there. It had probably always been there, quiet and untested, because there was nothing to test it against. It was her absence that made it rear its ugly head to the world.

"WHO GAVE YOU THE FREAKING RIGHT TO DRAG ME HOME? I CAN'T BELIEVE IT. FIRST, YOU GIVE ME YOUR FAMOUS COLD SHOULDERS, THEN YOU GO AHEAD AND ACCUSE ME OF BEING A GOLD DIGGER. SO MR CARTER, WHO THE HELL GAVE YOU THE IDEA THAT I WANTED TO MARRY YOU OUT OF ALL OTHER MEN IN THIS WORLD? GOD ONLY KNOWS YOU MIGHT BE A MAN WHORE LIKE ANY OTHER MAN I KNOW. I JUST MARRIED YOU BECAUSE YOUR FATHER BLACKMAILED ME. SO WHY CAN'T YOU LET ME BE HAPPY? YOU ARE A JERK. I thought at least we could be friends, but you ruined it (she whispers). YOU FREAKING RUINED IT. INSTEAD OF GIVING US A CHANCE, YOU STARTED BEING A JERK TO ME." She was shaking with anger. But after a few minutes, she started crying. She was goin

-OH MY END! Bonus: Tips Para Maka-Move On sa Kabiguan Ayon sa “Love is a Horror Story”

She had to get out of her room fast but she was lost, she had no where to go or didn't she? Her phone's screen came on followed by consequent beeps. It was Me, Harvey Rhett - the child of a billionaire. I was calling the murderer I loved! ** They're after me. The police... They were coming for me. I was wanted! Weren't they scared of me? I'm a vamp at least.

"One day you will meet someone ..who will genuinely love you..even the ugly parts of you.He's going to love every flaw, every scar, every rusty edge,every bad habit,every dark-side..He will love the way your nose crinkles up when you smile,the way you roll your eyes when you're annoyed,the way you blush while smiling,showing your dimples.He will love the way you snort too loudly when you laugh,the way you snore when you're really tired and fall asleep..And i'm pretty sure that you do..haha..sometimes tho.. i have proofs!He will love the rolls on your tummy and will kiss the hell out of them. He will love the way you get so mad at the tiniest of things, and how you are too stubborn for your o

she said lightly, her accent crisp and unmistakable — German. I nodded politely. “Bonsoir.” She studied me briefly, as if trying to place my face. Then, without looking away, she said, “First day can be… overwhelming, yes?” I smiled faintly. “It depends how you handle it.” Her lips curved ever so slightly. “Good answer.” "I know who you are,” she said. Elena Huxley. America’s favorite almost-girl.” I tilted my head. “Excuse me?” She smirked. “You compete every year, don’t you? Always getting close. Never quite the face.”

She clutched her chest, her voice breaking. Leila could not stop the tears streaming down her face. Adele stepped forward, “Oh, don’t cry now, sweetheart. You wanted Gavin, didn’t you? You stole him from me! Now see the result.” Leila rubbed her eyes, “That’s not fair—” “Fair? Gavin could be taking his last breath right now because of you” Mrs. Hasters looked at her with bloodshot eyes, “If my son doesn’t make it, Leila Baker, I will never forgive you. Never. You should start preparing for hell.”