Ugly Love Series Novels & Stories

ANASTASIA'S POV Hi, my name is Anastasia Black, let me tell you a little about myself. My parents died during a war between them and another mafia but, I don't remember anything since I was very young when it happened. 34 I grew up on the streets without any food or shelter. Until one day this 16-year-old boy came and started teaching me street fighting. After a while we got pretty close, I had soon fallen in love with him. He taught me how to fight, so I could protect myself, we both got matching tattoos as a sign of our friendship but, suddenly the next day he disappeared. 23

sera looked at the book again and began to read it. “I think that by this time I fell in love with him and I have not seen a person more beautiful than him, as he has a lycan that no one else has. I have read a lot that our person falls into a trot, he feels butterflies flying inside his stomach and feels that his heart keeps beating when he sees the person he loves. I keep it in my heart so that no one else can see it I want it to be mine completely I fell in love with him so much that no one can even imagine it But I always wondered why exactly why did I leave everyone and fall for him Only when I see his eyes I drown in them so much I never want to survive, I feel that my heart wants to g

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?”

Ugly despicable man. Ugly and him. From where? He had no idea why none of his charms works on her but the same thought kind of excited him, well at least she was not moved by his looks or money. For the first time in his whole life, he finds someone cursing him cute. Weird but understandable. It's quite unbelievable that the word he used to laugh at now he was living it, love. Yes, he was in love, with her. She had wrapped him around her little finger but alas! The girl was too oblivious to understand what she had to done to him.

She hated how the boys would use their numbers against her, how animalistic they could be to force their way into a lady, and how much they care less about their victim's feelings. " Today, I will be the victim", as she thought about all this, she got irate, and her fingers began to grow. Her canine was getting longer too. The guy on top of her was done undressing her and she was terrified by what he saw, a bush of hairs on her crotch. The unlucky boy tried to look at her face and then he saw the monster he was dealing with. His colleagues fled at one, leaving him alone.

"Alice, you don't even know what love is..." She shook her head. "No, don't throw that my way, sis. I'm not a child. I know exactly what love is. Love is when someone else makes you feel so perfect when everything else feels imperfect around you. Love is when someone treats you so good and values you, so much more than your own family. Love is when someone accepts you for exactly who you are. Dan doesn't ask me to change. He doesn't see the black sheep in me that everyone sees. He sees me, and he loves how I'm so different. I don't get that-" "Alice, Dave loves you. You know that. And all that you described, Dave feels that way for you-"

I knew that I would obey her like the law until the end of my life. She was my queen, my universe, my world, and my everything. I didn't know what would happen to me if she ever left me, but I think I might go insane. We may have started our relationship in a forbidden way and ended up in pain, but this time, I'll do my best to make sure that our new beginning will end up in euphoria. I am Dashiel Davin Carter, the Psychopath Professor of Marra, and I am her Psychopath Lover. And now, I could hereby say that the class has officially dismissed.

He asked her softly, slowly taken off her pink maid gown down from her shoulder and loosen her bra to free her watermelons. "He doesn't shout at me, and he stares at me with love and not hatred or disgust like am ugly" Loveth pouted her pink lips and Patrick hummed. "I don't hate you, neither do I stared at you with disgust. Is just my mother and you see she's not young. If I stare at you with love, she will get mad at me and I don't want her to die yet nor get sick worrying about me, having an affair with a maid. But I really do love you okay, believe me" Patrick took one of her watermelons into his mouth and he sucked on it, making Loveth to moaned and to gasped in surprise as she didn't e

"Especially from a killer like you." With that, I left the room, walking down the hallway. Out the window, I saw Lucas fixing the old car. In the bedroom, I went straight to the shower, feeling stained. Sitting down, I allowed the water to wash over me, trying to drown out thoughts. The water flowed for about twenty minutes; I needed my phone, I needed to call papa but my phone was seized by Lucas. Hatred boiled within me. I despised him. I wanted to return home, to papa's mansion. How could my father allow me to marry such a monster? Maybe he didn't know the extent of Lucas's darkness.

he smirked. "You want me to fall in love with you? You are so stupid for my liking. Did you think I will even look at or fuck with your shadow?" "Wait! What is love? There's nothing like love. I might have said I love Brielle, but the truth is that... I don't love her. I like her; we grew up together. She knows a lot about me. I watched her suffer along with my mom for being a woman. I need her back because of my daughter, and I want to get her back because of Alan. Alan always wants everything I have, and I hate giving it to him. I can't even love someone; I only like. But when it comes to you, I hate you with passion. I hate you; my veins, brain, and all of my senses hate you. You make my