Badlands Chugs Weight Novels & Stories

My muscles remembered the gravity of the Dregs—heavier, meaner—even after weeks of flat, polished Citadel floors. The Vanguard followed. They were graceful—Highbloods always were—but they were heavy. Barzil landed hard, sending a mini-avalanche of slag skittering down. Wolfy slid, his hands scrabbling for purchase on rocks that crumbled to powder. They moved like soldiers expecting solid ground. There was no solid ground here. We hit the bottom of the ravine. The impact jarred my teeth. The air here was thicker, a physical soup of heavy metals and smog that settled in the low points.

*Bang* Unlike the other two, this condor left no remains. True to its name, Descending Chaos was an obliterator. Once Dan was done he flew back to the ground, his green eyes piercing through the darkness to locate the beast he had been trying to bait. It was for this reason he had delayed so much with killing the condors. For there was a creature which delighted in condor meat, and Dan had successfully pulled it to his side.

Serena felt dirty, it turned her stomach to think she was almost raped by a drunk man, wanting to tell Alex that she was fine, she found herself the moment she opened her mouth, throwing up every contents in her belly, she felt weak and almost wanted to fall when Alex quickly held her.

Meanwhile, I was sunbathing on the beach in Melivane. The view was breathtaking. I had never seen the ocean before, and I instantly fell in love with it. Losing my baby had left me heartbroken, but being here somehow cleared my mind and lifted the weight off my chest.

"She can't drink. I'll drink with you instead." Dean didn't budge, his gaze fixed on me, savoring the opportunity to make things difficult. He always did enjoy seeing me struggle. Fred tried to defuse the situation, stepping in front of me. "You two were married once. Don't make this harder on her. I'll take the drinks." Fred downed glass after glass of potent liquor, the kind that would burn all the way down. His face turned red, and eventually, he couldn't take it anymore, retching violently.

I stood alone in the dark living room, feeling as though everyone had abandoned me. From then on, I bathed with the medicated soap for two hours every day and took one vitamin every night. Still, my weight did not drop, and it climbed even faster. The fat cells throughout my body multiplied so quickly that I could feel my skin stretching until it was going to split. My weight broke every scale in the house. Whenever I stood in front of the mirror, I could almost see myself growing by the second. My blood pressure had climbed to two hundred and twenty. The skin between some of my folds began to break down and smell because I could no longer clean it properly. Every time I used the bathroom, M

VROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM. A low, earth shattering vibration shook the entire highway, a sound so deep it felt like a subterranean earthquake. The three outlaws froze in mid air, their blades hovering over Valerie's chest as the final, massive chopper at the back of the convoy cleared the ridge. The engine didn't just idle, it growled like a demonic predator. The bike was a towering, custom built iron behemoth, twice the size of the others, its frame painted a matte black that swallowed the light.

) [Magic Resistance: 0] [Weight: 20 tons] (10 → 20) [Storage Space: 20 cubic meters] (10 → 20) [Durability: 100%] [Fuel: Infinite] [External Weapon: M330 "Venom" Chain Cannon (25mm)] (Rate of fire: 200 rounds/min. Effective range: 2,500 meters) "20 tons..." Jake studied the behemoth before him and nodded with satisfaction. At this scale, even a full-on zombie horde wouldn't be able to stop him. But the part he'd been waiting for was just beginning.

and I knew a lot of shortcuts on the way there to confuse them. "Do you have a gun? Hold on to something!" I turned the wheel hard to the right again, taking out a few members of Nightshade, sending them skidding along the ground as sparks came up from the wet pavement. She scoffed. "Shifters don't carry guns!" "Well, after this, I think we should!" I cut the wheel hard to the left sharply, taking out a few more on motorcycles that were creeping up beside us, creating spectacular wipeouts. "Is Cruz still back there?"

ALEXANDER My father and sister were both pretty fucked-up, but, damn, Blake was sick. Because we had to make do with what was available in the casino, which wasn’t much, Blake had a bunch of his warriors holding the members of the Bois Sombre Pack down while he tortured them. They were both fully naked after being forced into their human forms. Chef’s knives were brought in from the kitchen, and Blake tested each one of them out on the men’s torsos until he figured out which one was the sharpest, their ensuing screams widening his smile, his eyes gleaming.