Uglydolls Books Novels & Stories

Successfully deceiving him was my only way of seeing my pup again soon. I gave him what was supposed to be a coy smile, and since he smiled in return, it must have worked. Why did the Queen of Hell not write a book called Flirting for Dummies as the sequel of her bestselling work, Mates for Dummies? It would really help. Maybe the third book could be Revenge for Dummies. That would surely sell a lot in Hell.

Leah Justin’s hands were everywhere—rough, insistent, groping like he owned me. His fingers dug into my hips, pinning me down against the cold, uneven ground. The fabric of my torn dress hung in shreds around me, exposing skin that prickled in the night air. He leaned in closer, breath hot and ragged against my neck, his weight pressing me deeper into the dirt. “Come on, ugly,” he muttered, voice thick with forced excitement. “Just relax. This’ll be over quick.”

My body clearly hadn’t gotten the memo. Thank goodness I had something a dildo at home to deal with it. But even that wasn’t really doing the job anymore. I needed the real thing. I walked into my room, heart pounding and closed the door behind me. My clit throbbed so hard it almost hurt, swollen and sensitive from a full week without a cock. I went straight to the back of my closet, reaching behind a stack of old sweaters to pull out my thick, veiny golden dildo. Victor hated it more than anything. He’d caught me using it once, and he stayed angry about it for almost a week.

" It's called 'THE UGLY DUCKLING' " Ava looked up with a frown and demanded. " Huh? But ducklings are beautiful and cute. How can there be an ugly one? " " Why don't we find out then, huh? " " Ok " She rested back her head and squeaked. The little girl was more than excited to find out. And that was it; Denzel began reading the bedtime story to his little girl who, by the time he got to the middle of the book, gradually drifted to sleep. Seeing she was now asleep, Denzel smiled and kept his phone aside.

But what happens when one of the adoption sites isn't everything it appears to be? This series includes 4 books so far: The Safe Space (completed), Daddy's Collection (completed), Teacher's Care (completed), and New Beginning (ongoing). All four books have graphic violence, nonconsensual sex, and sexual and physical abuse scenes. Follow me on I*******m under the same name or F******k under Owlonmywrist Author. You’ll find information about the stories that you like, character descriptions, early previews, and my unique sense of humor. Plus, I just love talking to people, so if you just wanna chat, come on over.

she gives me a warm smile and just shakes her head before she nods and turns back to placing the books on the shelves. I quickly come across a book on bonds, but it takes me ages to find one about demons. I search through every book and shelf until, finally, at the very top, I spot a small, extremely dusty book. Although it doesn’t explicitly say “demons,” its title, “Monsters of Our World,” is the closest I can find.

Sleeping in their beds. A unicorn diary with a lock that popped right open. I didn’t even have to search for the key. Those pages full of looping, curling handwriting, hearts hovering above all the ‘i’s’, spelling out sad words. A plastic Tupperware stashed under a bed, filled with moldy cupcakes and half-opened chocolate slabs, all the edges nibbled at like a night squirrel with clever hands. The word PIGLET taped to the lid, scrawled out in big block letters. Not my box and not my name, but even I felt a little insulted.

Susan's pov The bar was dim as I sat on a stool, still wiping the tears from my face with the back of my hand. My phone trembled in my grip as I typed a message to my lawyer. Three shot glasses were lined up in front of me, but each one was now empty. I had been hoping that the burn of cheap tequila would burn away the memory of Ryan's betrayal, his words, and Christy's cruel laughter. But It hadn't. Dead fish. Boring, Their Money bag, A Frigid bitch, with a defective pussy and a rusty cunt.

Then I slipped out of my chair and crept into the kitchen. It smelled faintly like rosewater and burnt sugar, sweet, but cloying now. Too sweet. Like it was trying to cover something. The counter was almost too clean. But in the corner, shoved near the spice rack, I saw tiny dark glass bottles. I quickly checked them. “There are no labels.” I whispered. Some bottles were without labels. Others were marked with scribbles I couldn’t make out. A few droppers. A jar of powdered something. Not the kind of things you’d use in a normal dessert.

He didn’t reply right away but enclosed me in his arms. “Can we now start all over again?” he asked, smiling through his tears. I nodded and smiled. And at that moment, I also sent a quick prayer for Zed that he could also move on and start over. THE END Author's note: Thank you so much for reading Book 1 and 2. Book 3 will follow and it will be a standalone story of Zed. We also want him to be happy, right? And if you like the story, please reward this author with a review. I wish to know your thoughts on the characters' journey. See you on their next journey.