Uglydolls Mandy Glasses Novels & Stories

Amara’s voice was followed by the door cracking open. My eyes widened and I swiftly pushed Grip away. I waved my hands telling him to leave but he just stood there and even folded his arms on his chest. “Ser, Are you alright? Why do you look like you’re caught doing something hideous?” Mandy turned around and looked at the place with admiration. I shoot the admiration back to her. She was so gorgeous on her agate gown showered with diamonds and pearls. I kept my mouth shut and looked at them with fascination. They were like Disney Princesses on their shimmering and elegant ball gowns. Their make-ups were simple but I was sure that they will surely stand out from the crowd.

She looked at Mandy’s face, it was so similar to her own, she could not waste any more of her emotions on her. Mandy was really hidden very well. Usually, she wore a rustic dress, thick bangs, and big black-rimmed glasses. She always tried to cover up most of her face. It turned out that she did that just because she was afraid that others would discover her true looks. "Mandy, your mind is very thoughtful. Even if it is a small operation, you find a good shield in advance. But how can there be no malfunction in your detailed actions? I never doubted you, not because I didn't sense any deviation, just because I didn't want to speculate about people around me." Hazel said coldly, "I am just v

I walked to my mirror and took a look at myself. I barely recognized myself. I had a black middle thigh-length dress, which fitted my body perfectly, showing off my curves. My hair was slightly pulled up, with little waves decorating the endings that fell down past my shoulders. Annie did my makeup and now I had smoky eyes and since I didn’t want any lipstick, I had a shiny pink lip gloss. I loved the high heels the most as they were black with silver decorating them. “Okay, ladies, I think we are all done here, so grab your purses and we are off to have a wild girl’s night out!” Mandy said, making us all cheer and squeal, feeling excited.

… Once I cleaned the wound on my temple, I opened the door to my daughter’s room. I was holding some dessert that I had bought for her on my way back from the hospital. “Honey, are you drawing? Do you want me to keep you company?” Mandy just gave me a disdainful look and wrinkled her nose. “Stay away from me and don’t dirty the painting I’m going to give to Ruby.” With an expression of great seriousness, she started coloring the paper under her hands. After I donated the cornea in my right eye, I suffered from post-surgery complications. As such, the vision in my left eye was no longer as good as before.

“At least she didn’t try to undress this one.” The little girl pressed her palms and nose against the glass, leaving adorable smudges. Her curls were slightly frizzed from all the excitement, cheeks rosy from the chase. “Grammy!” she shouted without turning. “I want the sparkly dress!” “You already have three at home,” Lydia said as she reached her, crouching to her level. “You wore one to bed last night, remember?” The child turned around with a stubborn pout. “That was the pink one. This is blue! Like Elsa!”

I know that I’m acting like a bitch, but I really hate the fact that Amelia’s eyes are set on her. Mandy is the living proof that I’ll never experience getting liked back by Amelia, because from what I can see, Mandy and I are far from each other. Looks and body, you can clearly see our differences. Mandy is a blonde, with green eyes. She's also very curvy and I myself would never deny that she’s pretty. If only I didn't like Amelia, I could clearly see myself finding her hot.

"Jules tells me that you live just round the corner. Well, I demand a guided tour of your house!" Jules' words echoed in his mind, but it was too late. Mandy had made her intentions plain, and Scott was feeling more randy by the second. He had to admit, Mandy was a very attractive woman. She was a little older than him, but had a slim, petite body, short dark hair and sparkling blue eyes. She wore high heels, black tights, a short leather skirt and a black sleeveless top. Scott was a big music fan, and decided that Mandy looked rather like a young Pat Benatar. Given the opportunity, he would certainly hit her with his best shot.

Andy protested. I smiled, “Comb it again.” Cass just smiled. “Why don’t you just be more like your brother, huh?” I added. “He doesn't have the same magical hair as I do,” Andy boasted. “All this for Gloria who doesn't even like you,” Mandy said with a full mouth. “Hey! No talking with food in your mouth,” I cautioned her with a fake frown on my face. “Sorry Ma,” she said. Andy frowned at her. “Who’s Gloria?” I asked, my curiosity piqued.

"What kind of necklace do you want to make for her?" Mandy crawled over to her special box – it had been Ammy's idea, because she used to have one like those too, an empty cigar box she had taken from John to put the little trinkets in that she gathered in her early stay at the Will's. Adom had helped Ammy paint the box purple and draw on it with glitter MANDY'S TREASURE CHEST. Leaning over, Adom peeked in to see what Mandy kept inside. The dark-blue silken scarf she had gotten from Jane, who knew exactly what it felt like to wish to try and hide something on her neck that no one ought to look at. A bracelet she had gotten from Allen. A toy-soldier she had gotten from Sam. A wand she had got

Ursula smiled wryly at his words, "I never asked you to dig anything on her but you already have so much that it puts me in a bad mood." ----- Oriel stood in front of the broken mirror, brushing her long-velvety hair thoroughly. Her reflection was distorted from the middle and she was lost in some thoughts while her eyes inattentively looked at herself. "How can someone change into a completely different person?" her lips murmured to her own ears. "Oh! dear god, why did he have to see me like this?" She tossed the hair brush aside and tied her hair in a high pony-tail. She wiped her face with a wet cloth and headed outside to her job.