Ugly Naruto Novels & Stories

“I don’t know why they keep people that look like her around people like us. What if her ugliness is contagious?” “OMG I know right and her kind of ugly has to be contagious. Plus I think she touched me” “Ewww. We’re so getting you soaked in sanitizer” I exhaled and kept walking while they laughed. I have always been the ugly duckling for as long as I could remember and I suppose pretty people get to do what they want to me and I have to stay put and shut up. It’s not like I was expecting anything better. There was really nothing amazing about me.

Kaze then slowly stepped away but after a few steps, his body started shaking and moments later, he collapsed on the floor and started to twitch uncontrollably. He tried to get up but struggled terribly. Pain consumed him as he lay on the floor, his hands struggling to push himself up. “Hehehe. You caught the gas.” The ninja finally came out of the woods, bearing a vicious gaze. His looks concealed his age because he barely looked human. His face was covered in blisters and scars, a few of them were bleeding. It was a horrible face to look at. He glared at Kaze with his vicious eyes, like a hunter who had just gotten his prey. He strolled casually over to Kaze.

“Yes, banamaðr.” She tips her head back and laughs. One half of her throat is still smooth and beautiful. The other half is rotting with flesh missing. Tendons and sinew are visible. Leveling her gaze back at us, her hair falls back and we see the duality of her face and personality on full display. Half of her nose is missing, with only a black hole where it should be.

“Yup, he is.” “Why didn’t you tell me he’s ugly.” Ugly? Nash is a handsome kid, he’s not ugly. “I’m not ugly, Mister. You’re the one who’s ugly here.” I don’t know what to do with these hopeless beings. They just kept on throwing snide remarks at each other, what’s their problem? Do they have hatred toward one another? I took some juice and sliced bread, then put it on the table in the middle. I sat next to Nash, he then went on my lap.

Hello, My name is Jane, and between my sister and me, I am the ugly one. And no, I am not an insecure bitch who likes to complain about my looks all the time. My sister Liliana is blessed with beautiful genes. She had long flowing blonde hair with bright blue eyes and pink lips that remind you of delicate flower petals.

Because of his spy always scolds their transaction and blocks the entry of dollars into the black serpent that they can use that start and overthrow everyone involved. Bang! On the arm, she shot. The blood came out like a faucet. "Madam!" Naruto is the secret agent and reaper. He is the one who works well even without him. "What!?" She was angry that she didn't look back. "That guy is still tough." Naruto kept his face serious. "Yeah! I know. He wants more torturing him! Before speaking." Her voice was high. "Ha-ha..ha.." It was hard to laugh. Because of the blood lost in its body.

Most of the females that I know looked like porcelain dolls, while I was nothing to write home about. I have never been bothered about how I looked or appeared to others but after experiencing this level of hate from Conan, then I was certain his hate must be triggered by my ugly appearance. The only person who accepted me was Aniella. To Aniella, I was like a flower who would boom like a princess when the time was right. She was the only one who made me feel like I deserved to live. My face was covered with acne and different dark spots, my legs and hands were neither smooth nor pale, instead, it was littered with scars. Maybe that was why he developed a feeling of hatred when he discovered

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.

Ugly. "Ari," I screamed at the top of my voice, just before she could pull the trigger. "Is this what you really want?”

Arc could too. The voice yelled out again, closer this time, "Take your fucking hands off my chair, Marty!" The door burst open, and Grey appeared, looking even more disheveled than before. His blue shirt was stained with what could have been coffee, and his face desperately needed a shave. His bushy hair was a tangled mess, crying out for a comb. He was barefoot, and his arms were folded across his chest, his expression unyielding. A deadly scowl twisted his features, making him almost unrecognizable.