Ugly Love Series Mga Nobela at Kwento

The slap I wanted to give him this time around didn't escape him; it landed right on his face, perfectly. I stared at the artifact. It was a sculpture of a fragile lady in a worldly bent position, like when your partner is about to serve you from the back. The sculpture's legs were straight; the lady’s back arched in a manner that spelled out a lot: sexual conceit and exploring the satisfaction that comes with being intimate with someone you love. Her hands were spread wide above her head, while her mouth was open in sexual satisfaction. I rolled my eyes at the sculpture before I left the place. And do you know the worst part of all? He named the damn sculpture after me.

How do you find the story so far? I hope you're enjoying it. Mrs. M is the third book in Love For The Wicked Series. 1|Devin 2|Evan 3|Mrs. Martinelli, The Perfect Mafia Wife. My other completed books. ~Dangerous Desire Series~ 1|Falling For My Husband 2|A Game With No Rules Promise Me Jake ~ Teen Romance [A sad love story.] HellBound: The Last Tribute ~ Fantasy/Mystery Romance All of my books are stand-alone. But following the series order would be the best way to read Love For The Wicked and Dangerous Desire.

He cleverly titled it ‘GOOD, BRAINY & UGLY. Hope: “Hey, wait! Who’s the ugly one? Is there even an ugly one among us?” Love: “Who knows. All I know is I’m the brainy one.” Me: “Obviously, I’m the good one.” Hope: “You fools! Without me, none of you would even exist—we’re from the same sperm!” Love: "Without us, you wouldn’t even exist. We’re the original kids—Mom and Dad's first picks. You were just the last-minute addition. They didn’t even spot you on the ultrasound back then. Lol."

And now, in a cruel twist of fate, I was shackled to the very monster who’d spent those ten years dreaming of my death. Matteo Cruz Valentino. The Biker Alpha. El Lobo. My mate. I clenched my jaw as the memory of that kiss burned behind my eyes. It had been fire and ice, chaos and control. He didn’t kiss me like someone fulfilling a bond. He kissed me like someone trying to punish me—with tongue, teeth, and fury. I could still feel his hands in my hair. Still taste the bitterness of his hate. And now I was supposed to what? Stand next to him while he pretended to claim me in some twisted mating ceremony?

Nick just hoped that they could help him figure this part out, because right at this moment, he couldn’t imagine making love with Mia without worrying about how she’d react. He was terrified of hurting her somehow, and scared to death that he’d disappoint her. But if he were being totally honest with himself, then the big fear – the really massive one – was that he’d repulse her. That she’d take one look at his scarred flesh, and be turned off, and run screaming. Seeing as Nick could hardly look at it himself, he wouldn’t or couldn’t blame Mia if she thought it ugly.

Over the years, my family inevitably found itself swept along by the influence of the Sullivans. A wave of clarity washed over me at this moment. All along, this was how Blake had seen me. Tears fell without warning, and my chest felt like it had been torn open, a massive, aching emptiness inside. Blake was right. His family was twisted and monstrous in their own way. And Blake—he was even worse. Cold, distant, and towering above me. Perhaps all these years, he had been watching me with detached eyes. He never really believed in my love for him. His love for me was likely just another act.

I was ugly then too, but I never received that kind of love and concern from other people, just like Dylan and Keiji did to him. That is why in those moments I became even more angry with him. Especially when I found out that he also liked Dylan and the most painful thing was when Dylan admitted to him that he also had a look at that ugly thing. After I found out about the two of them I thought of torturing him and beating him up. It is not appropriate for an ugly person like him to receive love from the perfect man like Dylan. In fact, he was more greedy than me, because he had almost claimed everything, including Keiji.

William rebuked her. Closing her eyes, Carla replied, "William, I'm heartbroken. I'm not asking you to love me as much as you love Crista, but please don't dislike me. I know I've slept with other men, so my body isn't pure anymore, but my heart is. You're the only man I've ever loved, and I'll sacrifice anything to love you."

All because of this wicked woman standing before me. I conclude... I hate her, I hate Queen Mila. It is a final decision I don't want to argue. My eyes turn to Jamal still laying unconscious on the floor. I want to help him even though I don't know how to, but I am torn between my sudden love for him and my instant hate for his mother. I am fighting a battle within me... Struggling with my grieve. Ammi's words are still ringing in my ear, but I guess I am way past listening as I turn back and start to walk out.

Why? What sin did I do to deserve such a heartless punishment? I loved a werewolf. Is love a sin? If so, God is the one to be punished for giving me the ability to love a beast. God, including your Moon Goddess, is the one to blame, not me or my baby. Mark my words, you will pay. You will pay for the slow death my baby and I are suffering now. You will regret the minute you left me to die, tied up here, on this tree.