Uglydoll Book Novels & Stories

“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!”

Her smile stretched too wide, revealing needle-thin teeth. “You should not have come, little wolf,” she whispered. Her voice layered with dozens of others—some laughing, some screaming. “The curse is beautiful. He will never remember how he ruined you. He will keep taking what he wants… and you will keep begging for more. Until your mind breaks.” I thrashed, trying to free myself. She moved closer. Chains on the walls began rattling on their own. Frost crept across the floor toward me. Her long fingers stretched impossibly far.

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.

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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,

I couldn’t remember walking into the house last night… I just remembered the stares, the whispers, the laughter and Lucas' voice echoing in my ears, calling me fat, ugly, useless… right in front of everyone. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, trying to push his voice out of my head... but it clung to me like a second skin. "What did I do to deserve this?" I thought to myself. "Where did I go wrong?" Dragging my feet, I walked to the tall mirror standing in the corner of the room. I stared at my reflection for a long time, longer than I ever dared to before. My eyes looked tired. My face… empty. Slowly, I lifted my oversized shirt and stared at the scar that curved across my stomach, the sc

When we finally broke apart, both breathing hard, his forehead rested against mine. “I’ve got you,” he murmured. “Always.” Sirens grew louder—closing fast. I glanced down at Justin—sniveling, broken, terrified. Ella had run. But she couldn’t run forever. And when I found her? She’d learn exactly how dangerous an “ugly nobody” could be when she stopped playing nice. The next day.

Fear gripped her, but beneath it, a spark of that forbidden curiosity ignited—stories come to life, just like in her books. The doll approached the bed on unsteady legs, its small feet pattering against the wooden floor. Up close, its lifeless face unnerved her, painted lips frozen in a perpetual smile. But those eyes burned with something hungry, something not of this world. A dark spirit, Lila thought wildly, her mind racing to the fantasy tales she loved. The doll climbed onto the bed, its tiny hands reaching out. They were cold, smooth porcelain against her warm skin as it crawled toward her. Lila recoiled, pulling the sheet up like a shield.