Ugly Princess Novels & Stories

The sleeves stopped just above her wrists, while the shorts cut high enough to expose more of her thighs than she was comfortable with. And then... the tail. A small, fluffy white puff attached at the back. Her cheeks warmed instantly at the sight of it. “This is ridiculous…” she muttered under her breath. But even as she said it, she didn’t take it off. Because the truth was, It wasn’t ugly. It wasn’t poorly made. If anything… it was too perfect. Valeria had chosen it with precision. Isabella reached up slowly, adjusting the headband perched on her hair. Two long rabbit ears stood upright, soft and delicate.

Loosening my grip, the dresses fell down on the ground. I am not a princess. Because there is no princess who turned into a monster. “Wait. There is,” I said while thinking. Fiona. She is a princess who was cursed to turn into an ogre once daytime is over. I heaved a sigh while laughing at myself. ‘Why am I comparing myself against an ogre?’ Shaking my head, I picked one of the dresses that fell down. Then, as to give justice to the expensive and beautiful dress, I tried one.

Kevin replied, "No way! You're the prettiest woman in Dainsclef Village." He tried to lift the blanket to look at me, yet I gripped it tightly. "Please—don't look at me!" Kevin had no choice but to wrap me and the blanket together in his arms. Even when I was living with the poor Larsons, I was well taken care of, with smooth, soft skin. But how could this emaciated woman with hollow eyes staring back at me now possibly be me? "Who said you're ugly? My lovely Cindy is the prettiest woman in the world!"

“If you ask me she didn’t try hard enough. I am disfigured for the rest of my life now.” “But, Princess,” Marcus coos trying to reach for her hands once again, but Vanessa pulls away. “You are alive. You should be grateful.” “Grateful… GRATEFUL!” She screams loudly causing an echo in the prison. “Look at me! That rogue whore has taken everything from me. My position in the pack, Erebus, and now my looks. What is there left to be grateful for?” Marcus steps back from his daughter’s cell and shakes his head in disbelief. “Your mother would be so disappointed in you right now.” I can tell that it hurts him to speak those words. “You were never promised a position in the pack, and you we

He frowned at it. annihilatorAK47 ×y'all shouldn't be so ignorant. Remember the waiter he'd kissed? Chelsea is so self absorbed that he'd looked past the fact that he'd literally harassed somebody at his workplace and had shamed him for having an 'unusual' face. Being beautiful is not just about having a pretty face and you Chelsea are the ugliest person I've ever seen. #chelseaugliestbitchintheworld Chelsea scoffed. What? He couldn't believe it. Who the hell did this person think they were?

She was interested in revenge. She slowly moved down the stairs, still lost in thought. The crowd cleared the middle of the ballroom, and the band began to play their instruments. She grabbed the mans slimy hands and held back her expression. She felt like she was holding a slug, which made her want to throw up all over him. But, as a princess, she had to play her part, which is precisely what she did as she danced with him until the end of the song. The man finished the dance by kissing her hand softly before stepping away and smiling at the King.

I started, but she cut me off by lifting her hand to my face, and the only reason I didn't slap it away was that she was royalty. "No. I don't listen to outsiders and to people like you. I believe that you have knowledge about my engagement with the prince but, nonetheless, you came onto him!" "Where's your proof of that?" I asked, now folding my arms to control myself. "Oh, I will... I do have... I want to hear you confess with that mouth of yours!" I laughed and shook my head at her. Of course gossip would start about Sebastian and myself, I had been expecting such, but Princess Naomi had no proof. She just wanted me to fold at her presence because of her title.

And before I can find the reason for these sudden sobs from her, she cries out loudly, vocalizing each sob. “Aahanahaa uhuhuhuhuh, you are not letting me kiss you! You don't want me anymore… because? Because you don't love me anymore… because now I am old…right… or am I ugly now?? Or fat–” “Ash! Princess you are neither old, nor ugly or fat. In fact, you are the prettiest woman anyone can ever come across, and just perfect the way you are… there isn't a single percent need for you to ney insecure or doubt yourself–”

however, he had it placed in as favorable a light as possible, and sent for the Princess, but the moment she caught sight of it she looked the other way and began to cry, the King, who was very much annoyed to see how greatly she disliked it, took a mirror, and holding it up before the unhappy Princess, said. 'l see you don't think the Prince handsome, but look at yourself, and see if you have any right to complain about that.' 'Sire,' she answered, 'l do not wish to complain, only I beg of you not to make me marry at all. I had rather be the unhappy Princess Cabbage-Stalk all my life than inflict the sight of my ugliness on anyone else.' But the King would not listen to her, and sent her aw

slave. “Now sit, so we can do your hair.” She replied. One of the maids pulled over a chair, and I sat down. It’s been a while since I’ve had anyone do my hair that wasn’t Lillian. “You have such lovely hair. It’s very unique.” The maid said. I couldn’t tell if they were being fake.. the compliments seemed true, but I’m the princess of their kingdom enemy.. so I wondered if their intentions were pure. I watched from the mirror on the wall as they did my hair in intricate braids and wrapped it into a bun on the back of my head. They pulled strands of hair out to frame my face like I usually prefer and topped my bun off with a matching pink flower and an ocean Pearl clip.