Romans & histoires Ugly Love By Colleen Hoover

Love is the beauty of the soul. *******

He raised her face and his breath froze. Hazel possessed a captivating beauty that left an indelible impression on those who beheld her. Regardless of the tears, she was able to lock Jonathan in her eyes. Her face was a symphony of delicate features, where a singular beauty mole graced the canvas just below her button-like nose. This charming imperfection added a subtle allure, drawing attention to the elegant curve of her upper lip.

The realisation of the pose hit Abegail like a strike of lightning. Kolester's elk. She had been Kolester's elk the day Fernand had died. And it wasn't her, for her own sake, that Kolester wanted to possess. He just wanted to conquer. And he had done exactly the same thing with her son—just to conquer. It was all in his books. It was the centrepiece of the book she herself had typed again and again, the title changing, but the message never varying, just as Kolester's readers liked it. And she hadn't seen it. Only the capturing of a moment in time in a black-and-white photograph told the unfettered truth. A photograph of Kolester was kept on his nightstand. The audacity of it. The cruelty. W

Loudor. "Impossible, Mommy... Maybe there are some who haven't been killed by daddy and his team before." Miss Divine came and sat on the couch too, "I haven't been able to follow the scent anymore. It's like it was deliberately left in the middle of the river. It just disappeared. I nearly lost my way," she is still panting and catching up her breath. "The rogues we caught earlier in Pazville have spider tattoos on their right necks..." Cornell declared.

"answer me!" Ann kept quiet and she was vividly shaking. Avice watched the woman who had saved her and raised her as her own all her life struggle to live. The worst happened when the intruder smashed Ann's head with a hammer. She almost let out a cry, but she held her mouth tightly as the intruder searched the house without success. She finally left. Avice eventually had the chance to pour out her pain. She cried loudly.

Ragnor allowed her to sleep and, knowing she would wake up hungry, put a tray of food next to the bed. He left the bedroom and went to his music room. He lifted the cover off the piano and started to play. The music woke Clara and she followed the sound and found Ragnor playing the piano. She was mesmerized, watching shirtless Ragnor behind the piano and singing with so much passion; If I got locked away And we lost it all today Tell me honestly, would you still love me the same? If I showed you my flaws If I couldn't be strong Tell me honestly, would you still love me the same?

The heaviness of my heart was overflowing that it spilled from my eyes and it seemed like it would never stop any minute. I felt Daniel went on my side and hugged me. I cried even more as if it's all I've just been waiting for to finally let out whatever I was keeping inside. “He was.. making love with me.. Daniel. But just one fvcking ring from the phone.. he stopped it.. Then the.. next thing I've heard.. he was calling her..” I sobbed in a slurry voice. It hurts more to recall it because it made me realize more how pathetic I was.

For a person, mental pain is worse than physical pain, which he used to struggle with every night. It is very painful to have a person who hates you and to keep on living with his hatred. More painful than letting the person go. And my father also thought better to bear her hatred than to leave her. If he had left her, then perhaps he would have thought of being happy with someone else, but he invited his own ruin by keeping my mother and letting her hate grow. Can you be happy without taking anything by giving unconditional love to someone who doesn’t love you? Never, because the human heart is greedy. So hungry for love that it does not hold back from shedding blood to get love.

“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.