Ugly Love Novels & Stories

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.

"And no woman on this earth will ever love you the way I did. You never even gave me a chance to show you that love could go beyond looks." "You're a wicked, lying witch," he scoffed, wrinkling his nose as he pointed at the scars burned into my skin. "And your ugly face will no longer haunt me once we're divorced." I had been called ugly every day for the last seven years. But hearing it from him destroyed me. I glared at him through the pain, through the love that refused to die. "I may look like a monster," I said through clenched teeth, "but you are the real monster here. And you will regret this, Tormund."

Hasters huffed, “Love? Love does not work in the business world. Love is for paupers. Adele will make a better wife and she would give a better coverage to the company’s name. Not that low-life that you plan on being with. Do you have any idea of Adele’s pregnancy?!” Gavin sighed, “Yes I know about it. I love Leila and nothing is going to stop me from marrying her. She is also pregnant with my child” His mother laughed bitterly, “She has to let go of the pregnancy. She is not welcome in this family! I have warned you already. As long as I am alive, I will make life miserable for her. It is either Adele or nobody” *************************************************** Meanwhile, in Adele Cooper’

“He wasn’t gentle, but he was mine. You say he was obsessed — maybe he was. But so was I. He didn’t just make me his wife, Mother. He made me believe I could survive anything. Even him.” A tear slipped down her cheek. She didn’t bother wiping it. Madam Helena’s lips pressed together, her eyes narrowing just slightly — not in judgment, but in something closer to reluctant understanding. “You call that love?” she asked finally, her voice softer now. “A man who chained you to him in blood and fear?” Lorraine let out a bitter, trembling laugh. “Love isn’t always soft, Mother. Not in this family. Not in this world. Sometimes it’s ugly and cruel, and it leaves scars so deep you forget what peace e

He laughed and focused on the road, but he still kept his hand on my thigh. "I hate you." I grumbled, adjusting myself. "No you don't." He squeezed my thigh one last time, hard enough to bruise, then finally pulled his hand away. The absence hit me like cold air, my pussy clenching empty, desperate for more. I immediately hated how empty it felt. "You love it," he pointed out, his voice smug. "You are insufferable." "And you are still wet." He glanced at me, eyes dark. "We are not done with that list, Yas. I'm going to make you beg for every single one."

I hate myself for it, but I can't stop. The words I love him hit him with a different kind of force. It wasn't a clean, simple betrayal. It was a messy, ugly, possessive kind of love. A love that stalked, that calculated, that saw his trauma as a chance to get what it wanted. It was the most terrifying thing he had ever read.

She had punched me after hearing what I had said. “You were just a toy to him. You were nothing more than that. And do you know why? It is because you will never be loved because you are you ; ugly , masculine , fat and so undesirable.” She tells me in a low voice. It is silent for a second or two , until… I heard a small laughter erupt from my throat – it starts of small and then begins to get louder and louder. My face blocks my face from them both , as my face is turned to the side. My laughter grows and grows , until it sounds psychotic and I seem like a manic .

How could his cold dead heart revive for a woman he had known for no more than six days? ' You shouldn't have done this to me! Why do you despise Kyran so? ' She whispered aloud to her reflection in the mirror in front of her, a lone tear streaked down her eyes. Her heart scorched with raw sentiments. Obsession. Her unrequited love. Hate. A strong wave of loathing for the both of them coursed through her veins. Another tear escaped from her lids. She screamed aloud, tossing and rendering the contents of the drawer to pieces in her rage.

Ivy I’ve sat back for too long, too long. They have done me dirty, tarnished my name and the man I loved since I’ve known myself didn’t choose me. He chose a dirty maid. Love is an evil thing, the feeling itself will either make you or break you, in my case it twisted my insides and melted my heart leaving an empty casing full of hate. Ivy, name as deadly as poison as bitter as the plant and as pretty as a person outside appearance that’s what I am. And that’s what they turned me into.

I was left shattered, broken, unhealed, unworthy, hurt. An anger shot in me. Just let that heartless husband of mine come, I will surely slit his throat apart.Ugh I am carrying a heartless man baby....but it's mine as well. I will make sure it has no characteristics of him except good looks....no no Bella no he's a cockroach just remember that a freaking cockroach....my cockroach.... Tears stung my eyes at the thought of his betrayal...how could he do such a thing with me????He said he likes me but then did he ever, or was it all a facade????