You Are So Ugly Novels & Stories

I was still stuck on who this dangerously beautiful man is and why does he sound like he is debating whether or not to commit mass murder? Then out of nowhere, he looked down at me and muttered under his breath. "Tch. She looks at me like the others. Disgusted. Shocked. Just another person horrified by how ugly I am. At least this one is not screaming" I froze. Wait. Ugly? My eyebrows shot up. "Pardon me, what?" I blurted before I could stop myself. Did he just? Was he serious? "What do you mean ugly?" I suddenly asked, looking around in mock confusion. "Did I die? Is this the afterlife? Because I always imagined otherworldly beings would look like you."

So boastful. "First things first, I don't even ask for your name. Second, I don't introduce myself to people like you, who are already lifting their own bench and table! Third, you're not handsome and you're not yummy either. And lastly, get out of my way because you're a nuisance! " I said that I just raised my voice to embarrass him. "Go away, let this beauty pass." "Hey, I'm not ugly." "Did I say ugly? I didn't say that, because I said, you're not handsome. The spelling is different. Like duh! " I said and quickly turned away.

“You and all the students of Blue Moon including my family turned me into this heartless person I am right now. You all made me this way, you all ruined my life!" My mouth was wide in agape. I can't believe this is Miranda. Where did she get all this beauty and wealth from, including the power she possessed? “I wanted you all to have a taste of the pains I went through in your hands, especially you, Kiara. You made my life a living hell, you made it so difficult to live. I was only ugly, I did not even commit a crime. It wasn't even I who created myself to be ugly. You are angry because I ruined your face." She laughed bitterly. “How funny it is, you haven't even gone through a bit of what

He said calmly looking at that street . She didn't understand how to react..no one has ever insulted her that much..whatever attraction towards him she was feeling some minutes before has totally gone now.."u..u mean am a badluck..uggghhh...and first of all my house is not at this street...so take a turn from here "

She pouted. “You’re ugly when you pout.” “So? I know that I’m ugly. It doesn’t bother me anyway.” My eyes narrowed to slits. “And who the hell told you that you’re ugly? I swear, I’ll punch them in the face if I hear anyone saying that to you.” She shrugged again. “I don’t like that shrug, Hailey. Either you talk to me not at all. Forget about the game if you’re not going to answer. It’s stupid anyway.”

“You are not stupid. You hear me? You were vulnerable. That man took advantage of that. That is on him. Not you.” She made us tea and we sat together for a long time. She didn’t try to fix it with fake positivity. She just listened while I talked about everything — Richard Black’s cold words, Sophia’s constant shade, the way Ethan looked at me like his heart was breaking when I pushed him away, and now this. At some point I whispered the thing that had been sitting heavy in my chest all day. “I feel ugly, Jaz. Like my body is the problem. Like if I was smaller, slimmer… none of this would be happening to me.”

Zoey and Zara's mother materialized behind them, with hands placed on her waist, waiting for her daughters to explain everything but Zoey and Zara still haven't finished what they started off. "You always have to rob it on my face that I'm ugly and no one would literally like me no matter what!" Zoey screamed at the top of her lungs while painful tears cascading down her eyes. "Because that's the truth! Don't make it like it was my fault! It's not my problem you look like that, ugly face!" Zara shouted back, pointing at the dark patches almost covering half of Zoey's skin and body.

‘‘Why do you take so much time and effort to tell me how ugly I am and how much you hate me, I mean if you hate someone, you didn’t even talk to them, and if a girl is ugly you should avoid her,’’ I asserted again as my heart began beating furiously. I was dead meat, coming out alive would be a miracle, one in many.

“You really think I can’t improve?” His eyes stared back at mine and I can feel the pressure he was giving me. “Are you saying that you can do anything that Hera ask you just so you can be pretty?” “If that would help me make me look better then, yes.” He snorted. “Then good luck to Hera. I can’t see how she would turn an ugly girl into a model.” Everyone in the room gasped including me because of what he nonchalantly uttered. I’m ugly? My brain was starting to send error message of the word ugly in my whole system. I always knew that I look normal, unnoticeable and bland… but ugly?!

It came as a whisper, barely loud enough to be audible. "Am I that ugly? I'm not ugly at all, okay? Don't call me ugly again, or I'm going to be mad. I'm really going to be angry. I'm very pretty. Yes, that's right. I am very pretty. In fact, I've got some guys crushing on me. Let me count them on my fingers ... Oops, there's too many to count." Her voice was vague, but it also seemed especially clear.