Ugly Mha Characters Novels & Stories

They are already so hideous, I already feel like a victim just for having to see their faces. And what’s with their terrible character? This one just licked his lips and throws me a dirty smirk like I’m some cheap harlot that got sold to him for half the price of a cookie… I’m definitely killing him. I cannot believe he’s this disgusting and annoying. His face and his… everything about him, he looks like a sheep in wolf’s clothing, and he does look like he needs the money. It can be so much better, far really better. I want to find it so hard to punch someone in the face just because he’s so cute; I don’t want to ruin that glamorous look. Umbra can do better, like a lot better.

Two years later "Xavier..." Killian marched into his study room. "Still no news?" Xavier asked in dejection to which Killian nodded in lament. A bitterness crept into his face. In spite of the despondency, Xavier was still the boss of the Italian mafia. Together with Killian, they had taken over a few new territories, including the Chinese triads, the Hong Kong triads, and the Japanese Yakuza. The last two years, all Xavier ever did was drowning himself in work and more work. More blood was shed. Megan leaving had awakened the lethal creature inside him. Power became a dangerous thing for him. The more he had it, the more he craved it.

He grinned, whirling me around and showing off his perfectly white teeth, I hate the fact that these people are always too handsome and most of them aren't the scary and scar-filled mafia lords I was told about, not even the ones with ugly teeth and tattered look I read from books. The set of mafia men I get to experience are the ones with beautiful sculptured faces, a perfect jawline, beautiful tribal tattoos inking their whole body, and beautiful diamonds adorning their ears, they are perfectly irresistible, the only thing ugly about them is their soul, who knows maybe they traded them for the beautiful face they all own.

Harper’s POV The word hangs in the heavy, suffocating air of the executive office. Disgust. I watch his dark eyes closely. For a fraction of a second, the impenetrable, terrifying mask of the mafia boss cracks. I can see a distinct, undeniable hit of raw pain flash across his handsome face. It looks as if I just reached into his chest and physically squeezed his heart. But the vulnerability only lasts for a microsecond before he violently suppresses it. He regains his composure, his jaw locking into place as his face returns to its normal, blank, stoic norm.

There had been no need for compulsion or commands to make her forget what he had done. Miah scrutinised his face. He appeared nothing like the elderly man she had initially perceived him to be. His skin now radiated health, and he exuded youth and strength. There was an aura of power surrounding him, standing tall and straight, every inch the formidable warrior. His features were chiselled, his eyes gleaming black, and his long, flowing black hair was tied back with a leather thong at the nape of his neck.

“Pregnant women just get weird cravings and glitches, especially the ones who drink regularly. So our mom didn’t come up with anything better than naming her newborn son after a character from her favorite TV show they were rerunning for the hundredth time. Honestly, I’m surprised I’m Masha and not Jade. Guess back then Mom’s brain wasn’t completely pickled in alcohol yet. Anyway, I’m my mother’s copy on the outside, and Luka is all our father. And yeah, so it’s not so obvious our mother’s nuts, I call Lukas Luka.” Damn, the girl’s bluntness is lethal. But at the same time, the kids in front of us are pretty interesting. If you scrub them clean, behind the dirt I can see very attractive youn

“The difference between the bloodlines is staggering. One looks like a gorgeous forest prince, while the other looks like a rogue ghost that crawled out of a silver grave.” “I get the mafia game now—Amara is the star, the main act of the Mensah Clan. Rapha? He is just the punchline. The tragic joke everyone tunes in to laugh at.” The digital chat room, restricted to cold lines of text, can barely contain the flood of reactions. Had the pack viewers been standing in the same wooden room, it would have sounded like a total madhouse—laughter crashing through the trees like thunder, heavy chairs scraping back in shock, alphas slapping wooden tables, wiping tears from their eyes. It is a complete

I knew I was ugly, but hearing my own sister say it still made me shake with pain. "You know what?" She leaned close to my ear. "You're not just ugly. You're stupid, too." I froze, confused by what she meant. "I'm so beautiful and well-behaved, so of course I should be the only princess. Seeing you with a face just like mine makes me sick every time. "When we were eight, I fell off that cliff on purpose. I knew you'd come save me. I calculated exactly where to position myself so you'd get that scar.

Basilio let out a light chuckle as he folded his hands across his chest and leaned on the wall. "I see my Fratello has told you what we do..." he said and I rolled my eyes. I almost made a face mimicking the words he had just spat. What nonsense! "So what because I know you are the mafia people, I can't get an apology?" I retorted with so much fire my fist shook. He laughed animatedly and I had the urge to run a hand across my face to see if I had something on it. But I couldn't break character. "I keep thanking God that I got you for him that day, Arianna you are so interesting to converse with..." He exclaimed, still laughing. "You just made me forget about my current problems."

Mafia’s Maid As usual Ashley was preparing his breakfast in the kitchen; she decided to cook a few pancakes and decorated it with strawberries and blueberries. She was in a hurry as her schedule was changed a bit after yesterday as he announced to her that she was going to be an assassin. She was scared a lot hearing him but his kisses over her shoulder made her forget the meaning of that word and agreed like a good slave she was.