Ugly Love Cliff Notes Novels & Stories

If only she could see him in the light that he saw her, if only she looked past the fact of him being her father’s murderer and come to see him for who he was truly, but that was nearly impossible, her everyday contact with him, reminded her of the fact that her father was dead and he was the cause. He almost regretted killing her father, even if it had to be done, sometimes, he wondered how it would have been if they had met in a different circumstance, would he be allowed to woo her, will she accept, would their life had been different from how it is now. He had to admit to himself the very base of what he felt now, LOVE. “I think I’m love with you, Dianne Nefertiti Nigel Maximillian, and

And what I hear, breaks my heart. The girl who is working the counter, her name is Carmen, which I now know is the ex girlfriend of Jace. Is tell her friend, Skyler, that her and Jace have worked everything out and that he finally dropped the “uptight American girl”. I feel a single tear slide down my cheek as I turn and walk out of the café, I’ve never felt more humiliated about anything in my life. As soon as I’m far enough away from the café I let the tears really fall, because he never actually loved me and he must have just wanted to cross “American girl” off a list of things he wanted to accomplish.

Goddamn, why is my audience a bunch of dead people? I’m killing it here. My laughter dies down, and the silence of the dead stretches, permitting my mind to run wild. “I don’t get it.” I whisper, “You know, ‘Ugly’, that’s going to be my baby’s name, by the way. Anyway, you know, the second he held on to me, I knew it, with everything inside me, that I could kill for him. That I love him so deeply for the mere fact that he could breathe, and just for that, I am willing to give him the world. So how come you didn’t feel that way for me?”

Did they mock me together while they had sex with one another? "Quincy!" Henry snapped at her. She eyed him, then shifted her gaze to me, taking a few steps in my direction. "You," she poked me in the chest, "did you actually believe anyone could love a cursed breed like you? Please. No one will ever love you, Claire. You are ugly, cursed, a disgrace. You are bad luck!" She yanked at me. I stood transfixed, my heart shattering into a million pieces as my hopes died. My salvation, gone. All gone.

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

"Then your love is hard to understand. You’re trying to tempt the person you love into committing a crime? I don’t need love like that. Go away!" Cliff tried to explain. "It’s all for a better future for us!" Alice couldn’t help but laugh at Cliff’s reasoning, which seemed absurd beyond belief. She didn’t want to hear another word from him. Every word he spoke now felt like it was tainting the beautiful memories they once had. She tried to walk away, but Cliff grabbed her hand. Alice pushed his hand away, but he wasn’t letting go. "I’ll call for help," Alice said coldly. Cliff looked pitiful. "Is it really like this, Alice?"

The moment I was naked like her, she slapped my face harshly, then clutched my hair in her hand, bringing my face closer to hers. “You are a monster indeed, Renzo. You will never understand the meaning of love or even feel it. Your heart isn’t just dark, but it is as barren as a desert.” She said venomously, watching my face and I licked my lips because I felt myself drool like a starving beast. She was magnificent.

Gavin replied with a shrug. Leila finally found her voice. “You love me?” Gavin stepped closer to her, knelt in front of her chair like they were the only two people in the room. “Yes. I love you. And I do not care what it costs me.” It was ridiculous. It was the kind of scene that belonged in a badly written romantic movie but God help her, she was melting. Right then, she forgot all about Adele and the baby and their messed up life and all she could think of was Gavin Hasters proclaiming his love for her.

This was why he couldn’t accept that the girl he liked loved someone inferior to him in every aspect. Since he was a child, he was taught that if he liked something, he had to obtain it by any means necessary—even if it was a person. Henry gritted his teeth. He was so ticked off that he would have broken Grant’s arms if it weren’t for his injuries. “Don’t touch her with those filthy hands,” he growled. Grant scoffed condescendingly. “What right do you have to talk to me like that? If it weren’t for Julia, you wouldn’t even be able to lick my boots. Best friends? Are you sure you’re even worthy?”

I was in love with Chase Hartley. Not in a sweet way. Not in the kind of way people wrote in cards or said under mistletoe or confessed during quiet walks under falling snow. No. This love had teeth. This love had claw marks. This love had bad timing, thin walls, ruined dinners, therapy appointments, slammed doors, and a parking lot full of damage neither of us knew how to fully forgive yet. But it was love. God help me. It was love. “Sloane,” he said again, softer this time.