Uglydoll Book Novels & Stories

***[I've made a mistake. Please Don't buy this chapter, This Author notes will be for free on the next chapter] Hey there, Wow, we made it to the end. I honestly can’t believe it’s been two years since I started this story. It’s been a long road, and I know there were times when updates were slow, painfully slow, in fact. Life has a way of getting in the way, with college, work, and everything else that pops up unexpectedly.

The one with the fresh flowers and the book I'd never read. I closed the door. Locked it. Leaned against the wood and slid down until I was sitting on the floor. I was his Doll now. He'd made sure of it. The fuck have I gotten myself into? I pulled my knees to my chest and waited for morning. --- End of Chapter 6

Lilly I called Merigold over to the clubhouse to talk. I need advice on a few things and she is the only person I trust. I hear her knock on my door and come in. “ Please close the door,” I say. She does and comes to sit on the bed beside me. “ What's going on, Lilly? You sounded urgent on the phone.” Merigold says. I hear Harley whimper so I give him a good scratching letting him know I’m ok. “ I’m sorry, Merigold. I didn’t mean to sound that way. I just needed to talk to someone. And I trust you. So I was hoping you could help.” I told her. “ I’ll help you any way I can. But you have to tell me what it is first.” Merigold replies. Right, I need to tell her what I need. I’ll start with the

“Really?” Denise shrugged. “She’s not pretty. She’s all makeup, fancy clothes and expensive bags. She can’t even tell preposition apart from proposition. Yet she acts like she’s so smart. And those Jimmy Choo pumps she’s wearing?” she asked and smirked. “Knock-offs. And yet she acts like she’s all-authentic.” I stared at her blankly, not really sure why she was saying these to me. “Her best friend? Candy Wilson? Pretty girl, huh. But that head of hers? Empty. Chelsea keeps her because she feels beautiful when Candy is around. Like… birds of the same feather flocking together. Yeah, right!”

My friends sprinted toward me from the entrance. “Mona! What happened?!” Cici grabbed my shoulders, eyes frantic. “You’re shaking like a leaf!” Sasha scanned my face. “Did someone hurt you? Your neck—there are marks!” I pulled away, fumbling for my phone with trembling hands. I flipped the camera to selfie mode and stared at my reflection. Normal. Completely normal. No claws. No fur. Just a terrified girl with red-rimmed eyes and fading fingerprints on her throat. What am I becoming? I whispered

whimper Ruby. "Dear child, you hold such great powers, that your beauty was hidden by the "ugly" spell." "Ugly Spell?" "Yes. I was hoping that the prince would be able to see through all your ugliness and love you for who you are. I was hoping he would break the spell for you. However, he seems to be the type to love the outer appearance more," said Grandmother Willow. She turned away from Ruby and started to cry. Tear streaks fell onto her pale face.

I really am starting to feel like an old lady that only knows how to sigh all day long. I did a warm-up before finally deciding to go to bed after washing my hair and body thoroughly. As an introverted person, I was still very keen on cleanliness; I hated dirtiness the most. Even the second sequel to Beauty Kills the Doll had me twitching my lips in disgust because my favorite doll was covered with dirt. It was such an infuriating thing. But what can I do? They were acting and the doll was not even real, so they treated the doll like shit.

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He hands me Grace’s copy of Alice in Wonderland, his eyes guarded, creased with concern. “Why even bring a book to a thing like this?” Alix asks. “Ever heard of iBooks? Or W*****d? If you wanna be a total nerd and sit in the corner reading in public, at least do it on your phone.” “It’s Grace’s book, actually,” I begin, not sure where I’m going to take this. “We were sitting on that bench, and… Grace had got a call…”

Darryl’s smile fades as he looked at his brown eyes, remembering the first time he really looked into them. “What’s wrong?” Goldie asks as he shows Darryl the book. “You really want that?” He asked again, taking the book from his hands, “You could’ve chosen Harry Potter or something.” “Yes, I want this,” Goldie replies shortly. Darryl looks at the book cover and looks back at Goldie. “I guess it suits you.” After paying for their items, the two males exit the bookstore. Darryl looks at his phone’s clock and realized that it was almost time for lunch. He turns to Goldie and asks,