Walker Scobell Ugly Novels & Stories

“Don’t say that. That girl doesn’t exist anymore.” A sharp pain cut through my chest. Taylor stepped back, exhaling sharply before turning to the doorway. She called out, her voice sharp. “Make sure those knots are tight. I don’t want her trying anything.” A shadow moved at the entrance. A man, tall and broad, stepped forward. When he came into the light, I saw he was a mean-looking man with jagged scars on his face.

"Look at you, all eager to please. You didn't even offer anything in return. Why would she help you out?" He then handed me a card. "I'm Daniel Jenkins. Here's a little something for our first meeting. ZenWave's beauty clinics are all part of my family business. With this card, you can enjoy unlimited visits." ZenWave was a well-known, high-end beauty clinic chain. A single visit there could cost tens of thousands of dollars. This gift was too generous. I didn't take the card, but Leon snatched it from Daniel's hand and stuffed it into mine.

I waved my hand impatiently. Seeing how casually I spoke, Keven had no choice but to go along with it. I thought I was mentally prepared for it. But when I saw my reflection on my phone, I burst into tears. I buried my face in the blanket and cried uncontrollably. Kevin was at a loss, not knowing how to comfort me. From the blanket, I asked unhappily, "Have I turned ugly and horrifying now?" Kevin replied, "No way! You're the prettiest woman in Dainsclef Village."

He looked at me as he heard me coming out of the bathroom. "Thanks for the shirt. I'll go now," I said and started to head for the door. "Wait!" I halted. "Stay for a minute. The party is kinda boring," he said. True. It was kind of lame. Spilling beer on the former high school bad boy was the most interesting thing that happened so far. I sat down on the chair in front of him. "You are one of the Brown sisters, aren't you?" he asked. "Yeah! I'm the ugly one!" I blurted out.

I looked up at him just to found myself laughing my *ss off. “What the hell? Why are you laughing?” “Nothing, hahaha! It’s just that… hahahahaha… sorry! I mean, you look horrible!” “What the f*ck, Agatha Tatiana!” “Why? Truth hurts, Caleb Nicolo! I mean, you look like a mummy! You’re wrapped in a white bandages. From your head, to your hands and to your feet.” “It’s because of you.” “What? No! It’s not!”

The smell of rotting and decay is strong, and I pull my ponytail over my face, using it as a mask. “Is this a nest?” I whisper, looking at the pushed-down patches of weeds. It reminds me a bit of a deer bed but smells like the inside of a dumpster…just like the scrapper demons. “Scrappers don’t nest.” I shift my gaze to Binx, knowing he’s thinking the same. Suddenly, two more scrappers rush at us. Binx takes one, wrestling it to the ground. “See if you can find out what’s making them so strong!” I yell as I jump away from the big scrapper coming after me. There’s blood on its face, shining from the light of the energy ball above us.

“How was California, babe?” “Rough, in some ways, mostly emotionally. But weather-wise, pretty damn awesome. Keira loved the beach. I think the kid is part-dolphin, to be honest.” “And how’s Scars?” the monster-sized guy asked in a deep voice even more ferocious than Wolf’s. “I was planning to call him next week and check in, but now I’ll ask him over to our place for a beer.” “Really good. He struggled hard there for a while, but he isn’t a man who has the first clue how to quit. He’s a stubborn cuss and he hates when a life challenge even thinks about beating him. It pisses him off something fierce.”

, I came out of my car and I wasn’t surprised when Scarlett came out wearing a long face. “You bitch!” She said as she walked towards me. “Can we do this later, I got work. Thank you” I said dryly and made to enter my car but she was fast to touch me by my hand. I quickly removed her hand from my body like it was a plague and looked at her angrily. “Never in your life, I repeat, never touch me with that hand you uses to give my dad a hand job” Scarlett looked pretty embarrassed as I said that but she was quick to cover it up with a scoff.

called out one of the photographers, a man with a massive camera hanging around his neck. Killian guided me to a spot in front of a backdrop with the company logos. His hand moved from my back to my waist, pulling me closer to his side. "Smile," he murmured in my ear, his breath warm against my skin. I smiled, but it felt tight and forced. The camera flashes were blinding, making my eyes water. "Can we get something more natural?" another photographer called out. "Maybe looking at each other?" Killian turned toward me, and I found myself staring up into his gray eyes. This close, I could see the tiny scar above his left eyebrow that I had never noticed before.

Skyler helped her with the luggage and said, “It will probably be very expensive...” “Man, fuck that. This wind is terrible, I’m going to freeze to death like this before I’ve even gotten to explore London…” Scarlett coughed violently. Before Skyler waved down a taxi, two tall figures in black suits walked to them.