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"No, can't I?" If that's the case, I can't do it. Then I can only... Biting his lips, Cecelia patted his own leg. "Then, then you can sit on my leg. However, don't use too much force, I'm scared I won't be able to hold on to you." Although he didn't look fat, there was a kind of person who dressed well and had weight. William looked like that. He wasn't fat, but his weight was 70 kg!

I can not eat them both. “You didn’t eat breakfast, or lunch. We’re gonna miss dinner. What’s holding you back?” “I don’t want to gain anymore weight” I keep my voice quiet. “Baby you’ve lost like twenty pounds in the past two months. You are getting to an unhealthy weight” “You don’t like my body?” My eyes start to sting, because I hate my body. But I don't want him to hate it, too. “I love your body. And I’ll love your body if you gain 50 pounds. Or more. I don’t love how you’re treating yourself. I don’t want to see you suffer like this”

She understood perfectly. Bull and Sly stepped forward, shedding their robes. Their cocks were already hard, jutting out from their bodies. They were a study in contrasts. Bull’s was thick, blunt, and powerful, a club of a cock. Sly’s was longer, thinner, with that wicked upward curve designed to hit the most sensitive spots. They stood before her, their bodies tense, their eyes locked on hers.

Detaching himself from Vyaaghra's embrace, Gowthami addressed Rudra, "I'm sorry, father, but it's just a young child; it will adjust in due time." With a startling face, Rudra addressed Vyaaghra, saying, "What, a kid? You're still referring to it as a kid? Have you seen the size of it? It weighs around 660 pounds and measures about 10 feet from the tip of its tail to the tip of its snout." He was making fun of Vyaaghra when he stated such things.

An impossibly large wolf of at least 200 pounds if she had to guess. Andrea stayed as still as she could. She had gone crazy. There was no way in hell that a 200-pound gray wolf stood across the table from her in the middle of some guy's kitchen. That was impossible. She sucked in a breath, but her lungs wouldn't fill up.

Three little boys barely the age of twelve, all of them clad in roughspun tunics, were locked in a bare-fisted fight against a bull. At three to four meters tall and five to six times longer, the bull was a sturdy beast with legs as stout as granite columns. Its horns reached at least two meters from point to point like a pair of razor-sharp sabers casting off a deadly glint. The bull was a Third-grade Beast Lord. One of the boys leaped so high that he soared more than ten meters in the air. Landing as lightly as a feather on the back of the animal, he raised a fist shining with a bright glow and pummeled the cow on its back.

I'm searching for Steve amidst the chaos, but he's nowhere to be found. "Who are you looking for, baby boy?" says a voice, interrupting my thoughts. I look behind and there he is; Steve, standing right in front of me. A smile spreads across my face as my heart races with excitement. He was standing just inches away from me. His football jersey hugged his toned body in all the right places, showcasing his perfect build. His sleeveless arms were on full display, revealing biceps that would make any girl or boy weak in the knees. And don't even get me started on his abs; the shirt was sticking to them with all the sweat, making my heart race faster.

The pounding of the giant worm's body weighing more than 10 quintals made Uriel can't maintain his grip. **** To Be Continued.

I replied "I know. I didn't want to mess anything up. Ebony is the firstborn female and white Wolf in the royal family," Abby said "Yeah, I know. What's your point?" I asked "Ebony is the most powerful White Wolf there has ever been. She holds more power than even King Jacob. The thing is, she doesn't only have good magic. She has black magic as well," Abby said "What," I asked, not knowing what else to say. I was shocked at what she had just told me.

Elena’s pov The Mirror was a liar. It told me I was too much. Too much curve, too much soft flesh, too much of a burden. But the scale in my stepmothers dressing room was the real judge, blinking its red numbers like a warning light whenever I stepped on it. “Twenty pounds, Elena” Beatrice hissed,looming over me like a vulture. “ I’ve spent three weeks starving you, and you still look like a common milkmaid. How am I supposed to present you to Julian Silverton looking like…. this?”