Walker Scobell Ugly Novels & Stories

Her thoughts are broken by a young child chuckling, she looks up to see a girl of 4 laughing in her mother's lap as she played with her. She automatically smiles seeing the cute girls smile. Her hands moving to her stomach and a sob leaves her lips. It hurts....it hurts so much that she couldn't say. Rubbing on the place her scar stays on her face, she removed the make up . Facing reality. She looks up to see how the expressions of the side walkers change. The ones who were first admiring her cringed looking at her. Pity and disgust. That was the only thing she could see in their eyes.

I forgot. Miss, whoever she is, looked at me shockingly but there's a hint of familiarity and sadness in her eyes. As I stared at her, I realized she really looked so weird and no offense, ugly. There's a huge birthmark that covered her left forehead, down to her eye and her ear. There's also a huge mole on the lower right side of her mouth. To top everything off, she has a lot of pimples, acne scars and blackheads. This girl needs help.

Mason's verbal onslaught continued, each word delivered with venom as he berated her. "You ugly sh*t! Why did you come into my life? Why are you even alive with your ugliness? You don't deserve to live!" Mason's scream reverberated through the room, the intensity of his anger threatening to crush Isabel's spirit. Dizziness engulfed her, and she felt as if each breath could be her last. The abrupt sound of a knock on the door shattered the chaos, jolting Mason back to reality. The realization of what he had just done hit him like a ton of bricks. He released Isabel's throat, pushing her onto the bed, his own horror mirroring the gravity of his actions.

No matter how hard I tried to look pretty… no matter the outfits I wore or the brands I put on… Felix had never once looked at me and said, You are beautiful, Mia. Well… I couldn’t really blame him. He had always seen me as ugly. And perhaps, in his mind, an ugly woman could never be called beautiful. But tonight… I scoffed. Tonight, we would find out the truth. Between the two of us— Who is really the ugly one? “Come on, Troy! We have to get going. You wouldn’t want us to be late, would you?” I said, snapping him out of the way he had been staring at me.

Helen turned to George now. “Put it on the big screen!” Helen instructed. George turned on the big screen and all of us turned to it. There was a social media post being shown there. A customer had written a bad review about one of Red Angel’s products. “I am guessing this is a scandal…” I muttered. “Exactly. It began with this post on social media,” Helen affirmed. “On a normal day, it wouldn't matter. However, the poster is Alice McGregor. Everyone knows who she is?”

Tried to understand what she looked like. But this time, I did it. I ran my fingers all over her skin, from the soft, smooth area to the half that was covered in keloids. And as I felt the slight roughness and the bumps, I almost snorted. Was this what everyone was so afraid of? Burn scars? Of course, wolves didn't usually have such large wounds, but so what? Did they think that was justification enough to treat Holly like trash?

Andrea slipped and hit the court with great force. Everyone froze in disbelief. Max rushed over and knelt down next to her to see how she was doing. Andrea's voice shook with agony, and tears filled her eyes. "Max, my face hurts so much." The spot on her face where the ball had struck her was immediately turning a vivid scarlet. People rushed over to help. Colt yelled for the workers to fetch a doctor immediately. Jeremy and Felicia moved swiftly throughout the internet.

Their eyes glinted with a feral hunger, their clothes tattered and stained with engine oil. "A human girl and a masked stray," one of the rogues sneered, his tongue flicking over his yellowed fangs. He was a scrawny, twitchy man, but the jagged scars on his arms spoke of a hundred street fights. "You look lost, sweetheart. And that one next to you... he smells like he’s trying too hard to be important. Why don't you leave the big guy and come play in the pits with us? We pay well for pretty things like you." Scarlett reached for the jade brush at her waist, her spiritual energy beginning to hum in her fingertips. But Caleb moved before she could even draw a breath.

The only frightening thing was the unhealed wounds on my face, and I was limping due to my injured feet. "Caleb!" Jenny rushed toward me with a bouquet of flowers, throwing her arms around me. "I'm sorry, Caleb. I only just found out how much you've suffered. It's all my fault. My negligence gave those people the chance to hurt you. But don't worry. I've already made them pay." She showed me a video. In it, Jackson was covered in bruises. He was forced to hike up the mountain and eat dog food, while shouting apologies with no dignity left.