Uglydoll Book Novels & Stories

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.

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.

Elara’s chest tightened. She didn’t press him. She just nodded gently. “Then we’ll start tonight.” She reached for the small storybook she’d brought in, one of Mira’s favorites. “This one’s about a dragon who didn’t know how to roar,” she said softly. “He thought he was broken. But turns out, he just needed someone to listen first.” Milo looked at the cover, then at her, his eyes thoughtful. “Does he roar in the end?”

He finally managed to comfort me and didn't want to cause another scene again. However, after a moment of hesitation, he slowly said, "You probably don't remember this, Cindy. But you had this doll around your neck when I met you for the first time." "What?" I frowned. Could this doll be something I liked, not Eden? If that were the case, why would Craig buy so many identical ones and give them to Eden? I checked the package. Other than the doll, there was also an ice cream inside the package. I was shocked. Did he not know I hated white things the most—especially white-colored ice cream?

I smiled at him not wanting to show how upset and annoyed I was, why wouldn't he just leave me alone? "Can I have my book back please?" I asked politely as if he wasn't teasing me. "You read some weird shit, honestly Ayla what the fuck is wrong with you?" My heart sank at his harsh tone. "I hope nothing is wrong with me, all I want is my book please." My voice faltered and I felt like crying because I noticed everyone was looking at me, I hated it. It was like the only time I got attention was when Ryder was teasing me.

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.