Chubby Chasing Novels & Stories

“Mom, where is the venue for her competition?” “I seem to be attending a training camp for a few days. She called me today and said she wouldn’t be back until the day after tomorrow.” Suzan's heart almost jumped out of her chest, her face turned pale, and she felt terrible. An idea jumped directly into her mind. Trap. This was a trap. She was about to fall into Charlie’s trap. She didn’t know how she hung up the phone. She only knew that her whole body was shaking and she kept stroking her hair with her claws.

"There wasn't a snake there. I tried to tell you something. And since you guys wanna do something crazy, I'll just leave here." With that, she walked back into the corridor, left us. My eyes moved to Barb, then to Bella. They both narrowed their eyes at me, biting their lips. "Food war," Barb declared. "At the count of three, we shall begin." She raised her fingers. "One, two…" and snapped them in the air. "Three, fucking go!" Agitated, I grabbed the meatballs, slurping on them crazily. Bella and Barb battled for the little corn dogs, as well as the burnt ends. As soon as Barb spotted me eating the meatballs, she gasped, and struggled to take them before I did.

Chance ate his taco, trying to hurry to get away from Aurora, but with the taco shell breaking up, he had to slow down. "How do you do that? Eating that spicy thing and drinking a sprite. It’s either you have no taste buds or are suicidal. Because the sprite in itself is hella crispy." "Fine, if I give you my number, will you leave me alone?" "No, you have to do a DNA test. Prove that we are related. If we aren't, then you'll never hear from me again. Chance chuckled, because it was like Deja Vu. He had heard similar words before.

Will she repeat what she did when we were in high school? "Hey! Wait for me!" I called for my friends. The classes have ended and we have decided that we’ll hang out together because they said they want me to treat them at the newly opened Ice Cream Parlor near our school. I almost stumbled on my feet while running after them, but they still wouldn't stop. "Guys!" No matter how loud I shout, they didn’t bother to pay attention to me. "Magie!" I stopped when I heard the name they just called. At the same time as they stopped walking, I also slowed down my pace to get closer to them.

He saw her engage with his grandmother, asking about the estate’s history, complimenting the exquisite taste of the food with genuine appreciation. Then, it happened. His grandmother, with her infectious storytelling ability, launched into a humorous anecdote about a particularly mischievous squirrel that had once managed to outwit the estate's staff and steal a prized, rare rose from her beloved garden. As the story reached its comical punchline, Evelyn’s lips curved upwards, a faint, almost shy smile gracing her face. It was small, fleeting, but it was there. A true, unforced upturn of her lips, a genuine spark of amusement lighting her eyes, crinkling the corners just so.

Chase grumbled with mild curiosity. "This is Chase. He is a German Shepherd puppy and the second member of the PAW Patrol." "Really?" His voice trailed off, clearly impressed. "Well, that's pretty nice.I have a dog, a real dog; his name is Ruru." "Woah! Really, Mr. Johnson?" "Yes." Tommy smiled, proud of his toy. "But mommy hates real dogs, but Chase here is a police and traffic cop dog and a super spy police dog." As they chatted, Amaya beat harder than ever. She tried to keep Tommy away from Chase, but the man kneeled down and took to her son like they were longtime buddies.

he asks, his voice so low that only I can hear him. My wolf claws forward, blood boiling in my veins as I whip back around. “Fuck you,” I spit, shoving at his chest. His feet are firmly planted and despite the force behind my shove, it doesn’t move him an inch, which only pisses me off more. “Is there a problem over here?” Fallon asks, approaching with a look of amusement on her face as her signature ponytail swishes behind her. Chase’s eyes flicker to her and a smug smile creases his lips. “Not at all,” he says innocently, shrugging. “I was just pointing out that shortcake here might want to pair up with someone closer to her own size, so she has a chance.”

I can obviously hear a crunchy sound from it. I stare at her suspiciously. “Are you seriously chewing something right now? Do you really want to get busted again by Pat?” “Who cares?” she says rolling her eyes. “He’s just probably jealous since he is incapable of gaining weight. Whatever he does, he’ll remain as thin as a twig.”

turning the wiper towards him i splash the water on hi "i threw the clean water and you threw the dirty one." he snapped squeezing his t-shir "you started," i said and dragged the wiper towards hi "no." he tried to escap instead of cleaning, we're running in the bathroom, chasing each other with a wiper or a water pipe. within this running on slippery tiles. "ouch!" i fell back hitting my elbo "old levy falls in the bathroom." adam laughe "you're not supposed to laugh at someone's fall," i said, straightening into a sitting positio

They are: ~ Chasing his ~ Chasing Her ~ Billionaire's Surrogate ~ HIS ARRANGED WIFE ~ Dominant Husband: Her worth ~ BILLIONAIRES(now complete) ~ Love Pentagon ~ Dangerous Matrimony: The Innocent Devil BILLIONAIRES is my next book, and I hope you all like it! It'll be on daily updates, and will be free for a while. Synopsis: He is a billionaire, she is a billionaire. He is egoistic, she is egoistic.