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CHAPTER EIGHTY THREE: Oooooooohhh
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Fifty Shades Of Ugly PROLOGUE
Thick incense filled the dark shadowless room, as no light bothered to peek through since the room was windowless. Empty echoes drummed the air and drops of a dark liquid leaked into a wooden bowl. The cold slab underneath him was uncomfortable and the bile the room threw was enough to make him cry out for help. But he wouldn't be afraid,his Momma would come for him soon. It would only be a matter of time before he was healed of the disease that plagued him. That was what his Momma said,he could still remember the words she said before he was taken away. ". Be healed and come home to me my boy. Do not make a sound,no matter what they do to you or you'll make them angry. You hear me boy?". He'd vehemently nodded not wanting to disappoint his Momma. He was still,with frightened chills that poured in and out of his body,emitting sweat from every pore of his body. He had a inch down there but he wouldn't move. He'd been ordered to lie still and not move no matter what. He star
Last Updated : 2024-05-13Fifty Shades Of Ugly CHAPTER ONE
CHELSEA *new post* Hey guys, it's your fabulous/awesome/ass eating/rainbow pooping/favorite person in the whole world. Me!!! I'm sorry you're not seeing a video of me right now because I'm #lookingfabulous. It's the opening of the new Summer getaway luxury hotel which Andrew Waters (who is my father) and his partner Harry Doe built together by the open seaside of Thorne. And like you've all probably seen on the news and every media channel that exists, there would be a masquerade ball going on there tonight. And guess who just got his liposuction. LARRY BARRY!! I know, y'all thought it'd be me but I'm as thin as whatever the definition of thin could ever be, so no liposuction for me fellas, thank you. I know y'all wanna see how beautifully done up I am but it's a secret till tonight fans so turn on that device, get popcorn if you wanna and make sure to stick to your devices at 8:00 clock cause you're gonna see me live at the event and make sur
Last Updated : 2024-05-13Fifty Shades Of Ugly CHAPTER TWO
ARC He felt an itch on his back. He didn't bother reaching to scratch it since he also felt sore on that same area. So he ignored it as he continued his way home. He also ignored the looks he received as he passed a street. Normally he'd take the longer route of alleyways but he was nearly late for a gig Miss Sarah had set him up with. He still needed to take a quick, cold shower since the water heater at home had broken down years ago and he knew his landlord would kick him out if he dared utter a word about it. It was the cheapest house in town and his landlord was a forty something, always as high as a kite and had no family member visits. He tried putting more weight on his left leg to help ease the ache that was starting to worry his right. He needed to hurry too. The income from the gig would help with a month's groceries. Two months if they wanted to be stingy. Miss Sarah, the very nice old lady who lived in a lovely bungalow next t
Last Updated : 2024-05-14Fifty Shades Of Ugly CHAPTER THREE
CHELSEA Glamour was one way to describe the ball. Daintiness was another. The chandelier glittered seductively overhead, long tables with white linens were filled with hors d'oeuvre in small ceramic plates. And then, other tables had, of course, caviar, and was that roasted duck? Chicken? Foie gras, oysters, truffles, the typical highlight of rich people's exquisite tastes. Large windows overlooked a very beautiful garden and a large surreal pool that glowed a bluish hue in the dark. It was simply entrancing. To think his father had pulled all of it together, with help of course, it was amazing. The debacle going on in the wide, expansive hall was nearly humorous, the elegance of the guests was intimidating, an array of timeless classiness and bold colours and he'd somehow decided to be himself, meanwhile going against the societal dress code and went all out in his; purple tux, a matching hot pink mask and bowtie, and suede boots. H
Last Updated : 2024-05-16Fifty Shades Of Ugly CHAPTER FOUR
ORC She was here, the counterfeit gold big ear loops she always wore were rusted and her skin tight jeans were dirty. The expression she wore on her face was forlorn and distant, her dark hair done in a rough ponytail and she wasn't wearing her flip flops. She was barefoot. "Momma?" She didn't answer, almost as if she couldn't hear him. She stood by his bedside, her sharp blue eyes boring into him but it appeared she wasn't really seeing him. "Momma." She shook her head and got up, walking slowly towards the door. He tried to get up but he couldn't. It was like he was tied down, couldn't breathe. He needed air. "Momma wait." She didn't turn back. In the blink of an eye, she was no longer there. He jolted up from the dream. He gasped and breathe heavily, trying to take in air as sweat dripped down his face. His eyes shifted around his surroundings as he did so. Sunlight drifted in the open window, a
Last Updated : 2024-05-16Fifty Shades Of Ugly CHAPTER FIVE
CHELSEA *new post* Hi. So last night happened which was unexpected. Wish everything would feel better already.#kevincheated #chelseabrokenheartemojis #upheaval #harrywatersballnightcrash #amhurt The comments started to come in. lolligurl ×are you okay Chelsea?× foreignbibee ×Kevin deserves to burn in hell× nofaker101 ×you both looked so good together (crying emoji times three)× gaylord ×WE LOOVVEEE YOU CHELSEA× screamingbanshee ×ugh, last night was so dramatic× Chelsea smiled as he read the encouragements and threats against Kevin. He would have to do a live video really soon, with fake tears dripping down his face and tissue boxes surrounding him. He'd sniff and cry and bring snot out if his nose, then after a few weeks, he'd post pictures and videos showing that he's moved on and is on a path of self discovery. He would've done it now but he wasn't in the mood to be vulnerable. He neede
Last Updated : 2024-06-04Fifty Shades Of Ugly CHAPTER SIX
ARC The weather was a scorching promise that left Arc a sweaty mess. He knew his face and neck was red all over. His skin was beginning to feel tight, which was very painful since he had to stretch his muscles to shovel pig shit. He hasn't been under the sun for more than an hour and he felt hot underneath his skin already. He puffed out a breath, trying to rail in the pain. He still had chores to do that required being exposed to the sun so he'd have to deal with it. His leg was a numb mess,making it more difficult to work and Bill didn't like lazy. The pigs had done a great job of leaving mucks of smelly feces everywhere last night and it was his job to clean it all out. They all ignored him as they sun bathed in muds, clearly trying to soak up in the wetness that contrasted the heat. The pigs were neutral with him, showing no favor or outright dislike for him. They all squeal excitedly when Sarge feeds them and most of th
Last Updated : 2024-06-04Fifty Shades Of Ugly CHAPTER SEVEN
CHELSEA Chelsea sliced a knife into a lime. He squeezed the cut fruit into a glass that was already almost half filled with sour citric liquid. The anger and embarrassment that filled him was a turmoil of feelings he didn't want to feel. How dare the fecal, scar faced pig worker treat him that way? Anger burned through him, more from shame. He'd pushed him in pigs' feces, disgusting animals as they were. He took another lime from the bowl beside him and sliced into that one too. Chelsea had never been treated that way in his entire life. He'd just wanted to help him and he'd been pushed away. Into shit. He wanted to scream. It was like the universe was trying to show him what his situation was currently like. Shitty. And she'd used an ugly slipshod to foretell it. Ugh. Who did he even think he was? He felt the pain before he realised he'd cut himself. He swore before cleaning it with the dish towel next to the bowl. He felt so st
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Fifty Shades Of Ugly CHAPTER EIGHTY THREE: Oooooooohhh
ChelseaChelsea's response was immediate and icy. "Don't talk to me."He tried to walk away, but Kevin grabbed his arm, holding him in place. Chelsea shot him a glare, his eyes narrowing in warning. Kevin raised his hand in a non-threatening gesture, his expression conciliatory. "I just wanna talk."Chelsea's phone buzzed in his pocket, and he pulled it out to see a message from Lily: "Need some help?" He glanced over at her, then typed back, "No. I'll handle it."Chelsea put his phone away and folded his arms, his eyes never leaving Kevin's face. "Who are you texting?" Kevin asked, his tone light and curious.Chelsea's response was sharp and cutting. "Someone who doesn't have to resort to manipulating others to feel relevant." Kevin's grin faltered, and for a moment, Chelsea saw a flicker of annoyance in his eyes."Ouch, I guess I deserve that for dumping you the way I did," Kevin said, his voice laced with a hint of remorse. Chelsea felt a surge of anger and frustrati
Fifty Shades Of Ugly CHAPTER EIGHTY TWO: MMAs
ChelseaThe sun had set over the city, casting a warm orange glow over the crowded streets. The air was electric with excitement as celebrities, influencers, and industry insiders gathered for the highly anticipated MMAs – the Majesty Movie Awards.Chelsea stepped out of the limousine and onto the red carpet, his eyes scanning the sea of flashing cameras and screaming fans. The sound of paparazzi shouting his name and the constant click-click-click of cameras was almost deafening.Lily, who had helped him get ready for the event, gave him a final once-over before nudging him forward. "Go, Chelsea. Get them."Chelsea took a deep breath, pasted on a dazzling smile, and began his walk down the red carpet. The crowd erupted into cheers and applause as he posed for photos, waving to his fans and chatting with the occasional reporter.To his left, a giant LED screen displayed the MMA logo – a stylized, cursive "M" made up of tiny, shimmering stars. The screen flickered and changed, sh
Fifty Shades Of Ugly CHAPTER EIGHTY ONE
ChelseaHe watched his ex friends walk out the door, the sound of their laughter and chatter fading into the distance. But instead of feeling a pang of sadness or loss, he felt a wave of relief wash over him. The tension and drama that had been building up all evening seemed to dissipate, leaving him feeling lighter, freer.He looked around the room, taking in the scattered remnants of their gathering. The drinks that still lay on the table seemed to mock him, a reminder of the evening's failed festivities. He sighed, feeling a mixture of exhaustion and frustration. Why did things always have to end with drama in his life?Just as he got up to head back to his room, leaving the drinks for the cleaning lady to take care of, his phone rang, shrill and insistent. He picked it up without looking at the caller ID. "Chelsea here," he said, his voice firm and expectant.There was a pause on the other end of the line, and for a moment, Chelsea's heart skipped a beat. Could it
Fifty Shades Of Ugly CHAPTER EIGHTY ONE
ChelseaHe watched his ex friends walk out the door, the sound of their laughter and chatter fading into the distance. But instead of feeling a pang of sadness or loss, he felt a wave of relief wash over him. The tension and drama that had been building up all evening seemed to dissipate, leaving him feeling lighter, freer.He looked around the room, taking in the scattered remnants of their gathering. The drinks that still lay on the table seemed to mock him, a reminder of the evening's failed festivities. He sighed, feeling a mixture of exhaustion and frustration. Why did things always have to end with drama in his life?Just as he got up to head back to his room, leaving the drinks for the cleaning lady to take care of, his phone rang, shrill and insistent. He picked it up without looking at the caller ID. "Chelsea here," he said, his voice firm and expectant.There was a pause on the other end of the line, and for a moment, Chelsea's heart skipped a beat. Could
Fifty Shades Of Ugly CHAPTER EIGHTY
ChelseaChelsea's friends had already made themselves at home, settling into the plush couches in his spacious parlour. Porsha lounged on the armchair, her long legs stretched out before her, while Kyle and Bebe sprawled on the couch, their drinks balanced precariously on the coffee table.Porsha leaned in, a sly grin spreading across her face. "So, Chelsea, how's your little friend Arc doing?" she asked, her tone dripping with condescension. Kyle and Bebe exchanged a knowing glance, their eyes gleaming with amusement.Chelsea shrugged. "I wouldn't know." He didn't want to show them he cared to know."He sure is a weird guy." Porsha said.He shrugged again, attempting to appear nonchalant. "Arc doesn't have the most exquisite dress taste," he said, trying to downplay the topic. "But he's alright."Porsha raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips. "He clearly doesn't," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. Kyle and Bebe giggled, their eyes sparkling with amu
Fifty Shades Of Ugly CHAPTER SEVENTY NINE
ChelseaChelsea hadn't even had a full day to settle into his expansive mansion before the chaos began. An interview with Horbes, the notorious critic, had been scheduled for that very afternoon, and Chelsea's assigned team had been buzzing around him, prepping him for the grueling questioning that was sure to come.His phone had been blowing up with notifications from old acquaintances, all of whom seemed to have miraculously remembered his existence now that he was back in the spotlight. They were all clamoring for his attention, asking about endorsement deals and collaborations, and Chelsea hadn't had the time or energy to respond to any of them. It was ironic, really - these were the same people who had ignored him when his fans had turned on him, and now they were crawling out of the woodwork to ride his coattails.Despite the whirlwind of activity surrounding him, Chelsea couldn't shake the feeling of emptiness that had been growing inside him. He missed Tho
Fifty Shades Of Ugly CHAPTER SEVENTY EIGHT
ArcA sharp knock at the door jolted Arc awake. His instincts kicked in, and he felt a twinge in his neck as he rose from the couch. Grogginess clouded his senses, a lingering reminder of the restless night he'd spent. The knock sounded again, louder and more insistent than before. Arc rubbed his forehead, trying to shake off the haze. His heart skipped a beat as he approached the door, a spark of expectation flickering to life. Could it be...? He slowly turned the handle and opened the door, but his hopes were quickly dashed. Instead of the familiar blonde hair and brown eyes he'd been longing to see, he was faced with a completely unexpected visitor.She stood short, her dark skin a striking contrast to her crisp, white blouse. Her expression was stern, her eyes narrowed slightly behind a pair of sleek, black glasses.Arc's eyes widened as he struggled to recall her name, but her face was unmistakable - she was the woman who had witnessed him and Chelsea sign
Fifty Shades Of Ugly CHAPTER SEVENTY SEVEN
Arc The words echoed in his mind like a haunting mantra: "We don't match at all, in any way. He was never important." The phrases cut deep, stirring up emotions he thought he'd long buried. Arc was never important, he reminded himself, the pain of that realization stinging like an open wound. Just as the turmoil within him reached a boiling point, the sky unleashed its fury. A gust of wind swept in, followed by a scattering of raindrops that quickly intensified into a relentless downpour. The rain lashed down, merciless and unforgiving, mirroring the anguish that ravaged Arc's heart. In no time, he was soaked to the bone, the deluge a fitting accompaniment to his turmoil. Memories came flooding back, transporting Arc to the night Chelsea had appeared on his doorstep, drenched and distraught. The rain had pounded against the roof, a cacophony of sound that had mirrored the turmoil within Arc. They had surrendered to their desires, their bodies merging as the storm raged on
Fifty Shades Of Ugly CHAPTER SEVENTY SIX: Love Nana
ChelseaChelsea's resentment towards his parents began when he was just six years old. Their presence in his life was always a source of discomfort. Despite their wealth, they barely had time for him, yet they would splurge thousands of dollars on extravagant parties and events.One particular memory stood out in Chelsea's mind. His mother had organized a fundraiser for an orphanage, but only after being dared by a friend. The event had been more of a lavish spectacle, where the wealthy elite could flaunt their assets in a bidding war. Nevertheless, the fundraiser had raised nearly half a million dollars, and the children had left with beaming smiles after their singing performance, likely dreaming of new clothes, shoes, and warm meals. Chelsea had yearned to join them, captivated by the joy radiating from their faces. It was probably the only genuinely good thing his mother had ever done, however unintentionally.At 12 years old, Chelsea's anger and resentment had boile
