Uglydolls Lou Fanart Novels & Stories

I was just focused on the book I was reading, pretending not to hear them. “Hey ugly,” one of them called out. “Hope you are not planning to show up tonight.” I pushed back my glasses that were falling off my nose and continued reading. One of them walked to my desk, grabbed my book and dropped it to the floor. “You don't ignore beauty like us.” She said, titling her head smugly. She continued “have you gotten a prom date? Oops, I forgot. Nobody will want an ugly duckling like you to be their date.”

Alright. She was unable to resist. Luke forwarded several pictures of Anne, each one more adorable than the last. One in which she was sound asleep, another in which she was beaming broadly... Anne was stunning. She had a small, delicate nose, rosy lips, soft, fair cheeks, and large, sparkling eyes that formed perfect crescents when she laughed. Felicia stared at the pictures with stinging eyes. In an attempt to relax, she put down her phone and peered out the window.

A tall and skinny brunette retorted as three of them sat on the bed after taking their high boots off. "Hey, there's someone new." The third girl in the group smiled at me. she had purple hair that I found really cool and really heavy liner around her eyes. She had a thick British accent. "Hello." She called to me. "I'm Beth." "Nice to meet you Beth." I smiled back at her and she joined her friends in chatting away about rude Scarlett had been. I eventually got a text from Greg to let he know he had gotten home and so I decided to take a nap relieved that o could now fully rest from the sleep.

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?

“Tell me more.” Elara let out a small breath of laughter, like the very thought of her daughter could lighten the darkest part of her. “She hates loud noises but loves music. She always wants to sit beside me while I sketch, and she gets mad if I don’t give her a pencil too. Her lines are terrible,” she said with a tiny smile, “but she says she’s making dresses for dragons.” Julian smiled, warm and soft. “Sounds like she got your creativity.” “She likes stories where the princess saves herself. Or saves the prince. Or both.” Her smile widened. “And she refuses to sleep without her little owl plush. It’s falling apart, but she won’t let me sew it because she says ‘his magic will run out.’”