Badlands Chugs Weight Novels & Stories

He put his head back and dangled it loop by loop into his open mouth, and began to chew. “Well?” All Richard could do was moan. “Pure heaven, dude,” he said when able. “Salty, too.” He smacked his lips, offering the ten-ounce pack across to Truitt. “Nothing like the Whips,” Tommy said, helping himself. Richard looked at the label. “Chilton, Wisconsin. Huh. Long way’s away.” “Yeah. But they’re worth the parole violation, right? Like I said, nothing like the Whips.”

I snarled at him while he squirmed to get out of my death grip. That's right. These wimps are still not safe from me. Just because I fell in love with the good girl and she wants me to be all Mr. Nice Guy, that doesn't mean I am just gonna let everyone walk over me. I was still Jacob Phillips, the toughest nail at school, the big bad wolf of Greenville High, the king of.....

“This thing isn’t going to support the three of us. Not anymore. Whether it would have before is doubtful. We’re going to have to lose as much weight as we can. Kevlar. The helmets. Shoes. Keep the guns. Then we’ll have to figure out how to manage this jump.” “Jump?” Caitlyn croaked, then was seized with another coughing fit. “Fastest way to the boat, darlin’.” He smiled reassuringly as he stripped off his vest and tossed it out towards the water. “You said five-hundred pounds maximum,” she rasped, stifling her cough. She dragged herself forward, craning her neck to gauge the drop. Her eyes raked him briefly, then Dex inside the shaft’s mouth beside her. “How much does the parachute weigh?”

gave him extra height, and that was helpful for repairing a ship, but other than that small usefulness, the weights were nothing more than alien cruelty. They shifted around the crowded cages and selling booths and then paused. Chasm was thankful he could catch his breath. The rusted metal bands at the top of the weights were starting to tighten from the Dagerstanteen's swift pace. Chasm knew if they moved any faster, the tiny blades hidden in the contraption would shoot out and into his skin. When they started to walk again, Chasm tried to keep a slower gait. Unfortunately, because of Rhylent's size and weapons, every alien in the warehouse scurried out of his way. Rhylent said nothing as t

*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.

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.

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.

It wasn't until I got into the car that I realized Elaine was already there. She turned around, her face all innocent, and said, "Ms. Byrd, you seem to have lost quite a bit of weight recently." Dean, overhearing, glanced at me through the rearview mirror and muttered, "Serves you right." I felt a surge of annoyance and chose not to respond. When we arrived at the clerk’s office, I stepped out of the car and was hit by another wave of dizziness—probably a flare-up of my condition.

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.