Uglydoll Book Novels & Stories

She looks towards the familiar face. Elora is dressed in a light yellow maxi till her knees. "What has got you so lost, Muffin?" "Nothing," saying, she puts her book on the bed and gives all attention to her stepmother. "Let me see what my cute little muffin reads," she picks up the book. Her eyes start twitching reading the texts in the book. She turns it to see its cover. Evolution by Douglas J, says the title. "You've just finished college...take a chill dear," Elora says in a sweet voice.

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After that he stood and left me in the room. Now barely an hour later he sends me a trunk full of books. Ella moved to stand behind me and I could hear her sharp intake of breath when her eyes landed on the books. "They're beautiful, right?" Ella only nodded her head and leaned down to touch the spines of one of the books. They weren't really books to be precise, well they were books but not really big ones, almost like journals, just bigger and fresher. The covers were embossed in a beautiful flower pattern, each color having a flower of its corresponding color on it.

I gulped, waiting for the answer that I thought was coming. Virgo placed his finger and thumb onto his chin with one hand while using the other to support his elbow, humming as he thought about my question. “Nope. Educate me?” He asked nonchalantly, a sly smile on his face as he looked back down at me like he thought he was clever. I only pointed at my face without saying a single word, and he shrugged in return, as if he wasn’t getting it at all. “U-G-L-Y.” I spelled out for him- maybe he was just all looks and no brains? It didn’t take a rocket scientist to know what I was talking about.

She pulled out a book meant for elementary school students—it was the story of The Ugly Duckling. At first, Alistair could still answer her. He could still react and speak to her. But later, when Stella asked him questions, his voice grew softer. "Ali, I don't know this word. Can you look at it for me?" "Mm." "Ali, I was an ugly duckling, too. But after I met you, I became a white swan, didn't I?" "Mm." "Ali, how do you pronounce this? I forgot. Teach me one more time."

I said quickly. "Oh.. Bullshit." Eddy erupted, causing everyone to gasp. "I know something is going on. first the sunglasses and the weird sleeping habits, now this?" Eddy accused, moving from his seat to me. "Eddy, please." I begged as I raised my hand. The Darkness within me whispered of malice to disown Eddy right now. ———————— This book is the property of Ulliend Musings and its brand. It is to only be promoted or disturbed by approved formats such as Goodnovel and KindleVella.

It felt like he was erasing me entirely. Later that night, after dinner and bath time, I tucked Arielle into bed. "Can you read me a story, Mama?" she asked. Beside her on the pillow was the stuffed swan Ethan had given her. I picked up the book from her nightstand—a worn copy of "The Ugly Duckling," of course. "Once upon a time," I began, "there was a little duckling who was different from all the others..." I read until her eyelids grew heavy, her breathing deep and regular. I was about to close the book when she stirred.

Nyla’s POV I'm drawing a pentagram on my apartment floor with sidewalk chalk at midnight on a Tuesday because apparently this is what my life has come to. There’s a leather-bound book open beside me, old, as if it survived the Victorian era. I found it at an estate sale last weekend, buried under a box of porcelain cats, which feels like the universe burying a loaded gun inside a Build-A-Bear. It was quite an… interetsing book. The chapter I keep returning to shows a naked woman arched on her back on the floor, with a demon-man like being, with extra limbs, and an abnormally huge-sized cock burried inside her pussy.

I found this in the ‘Cursed site’ and brought it here so that my parents won’t burn it. “Gramps, have you seen the books I’ve collected yesterday?” “Ah, yeah. Found a book that would be an easy read.” He moved towards a pile that was separated from the rest. “Tis... The ugly duckling,” he said. He began scanning the said book. “Tis not the kid’s stories. It’s a love story.” He shook his head and smiled. “Teen girls must have covered it as a disguise. But why did they chose ugly duckling?”

It's torn and very thin. Then I got up from my bed to change my clothes. They're too dirty and slightly wet from all the work I did as an Omega slave. After changing, I went back to my bed. I took a book from a small drawer beside my bed. It was about the fairytale love story of Cinderella. Out of all my belongings, this is the only clean and most important thing to me. Aunt Nerissa said that when she found me outside her door, I was tightly hugging this book, which, by its appearance alone, could be mistaken for the possession of an extraordinary werewolf and not just an ordinary one.