Chubby Girl Mga Nobela at Kwento

How dare he to body shame me !!! I was the prettiest girl in my colony, OK !! No, not only in the colony, even in my school and university, girls used to jealous of me, and boys were always after me. But this fat ugly Mafia called me chubby !! She kept whining by herself. A sweet shyness swept over her face, reminiscing her golden past. But all vanished when she recalled how Imogen said her tits are small to even notice and she is chubby.

I hope Adriana finds me, someone, soon, I got the hospital bill on the way and I need to pay for that also. The rest of the morning pass by uneventfully. Then it was time for me to grab a quick lunch, and go to Adriana's office. I went to McDonald's, it was cheap and affordable and it was near Adriana's. I was eating my burger peacefully until I heard someone talking on his phone. I gazed around and found the source, the Gucci guy? Wow, no wonder he was mad. He was eating McDonald's. Then his eyes met mine, and I could see the smirk on the edge of his lips. He has the most perfect plump lips. Umm...why am I even looking at him?

I recognized her immediately—Dina. The mean girl. She stands with her weight on one hip, her uniform sitting on her like it was tailored twice, a small deliberate smile on her face that does not reach her eyes. “Hi, lost puppy,” Every word is soaked in a particular brand of cruelty that hides behind a pleasant tone and dares you to call it out. I open my mouth— “You don’t get to call her that” Belle is beside me before I even register her moving. She doesn't raise her voice. She just stands there, shoulders square, expression pleasant in the way that a closed door is pleasant.

I swallowed hard, because deep down I knew the truth was harder to swallow. “Sexy?” Jemy let out a short laugh that made the girl at the next table glance over. “You call talking down on you sexy? You call him taunting you about your size at any slight chance he gets sexy? Wake up, girl.” She flipped through her notebook pages with quick, irritated flicks. I glanced down at my soft stomach where it rested against the table. My fingers moved automatically to tug at the hem of my shirt, then stopped. The air conditioning hummed above us, blowing cool air that made the little hairs on my arms stand up.

"How dare you!" She shot to her feet, her eyes burning with rage. She raised a hand to slap me, but I caught it mid-air, my grip tightening. Without hesitation, I yanked her hand away and delivered a sharp slap across her face. The entire cafeteria fell silent. "How dare you spread lies about me?" I snarled. "You think you’re the hottest girl in school because you suck and ride his cock?" I jabbed a finger in Abaddon’s direction, whose brows furrowed at my words.

Yes you have the right to ask because I haven’t updated for a long time. Soo…. Ava is the most popular girl at school with an absolutely flawless figure making her the object of pretty much every male students lust. Bro, she was the student council president and the top in her class which makes me wanna fuck her the more. Imagine how cool I’d look if I fuck that lady everyone is dying to have? She is super skinny with long platinum blonde hair, bright blue eyes and plump pink lips, she has a perfect bubble butt and small perky tits, basically she is the school girl every man fantasises about fucking.

“Given everything she’s been through.” A fourth woman snorted. “You mean her past? Everyone knows. She used to fight in those underground rings. Didn’t she get arrested once?” “That’s the rumor,” someone replied. “Disobedient, impulsive, trouble. Not Monroe’s type at all.” My stomach tightened. Another voice chimed in, smug and amused. “I heard she almost ruined her own foundation once. Poor decision-making. Heavy temper. She’s probably trying to climb her way up by grabbing someone powerful.”

People dancing. The place was packed and my anxiety worsens with each passing second. Scarlett damn! Where the hell are you! Too lost. I find a pair of hands sneak up from behind me and I roll my eyes. Prying the hands of to scream at the person. " Fuc*ing don't touch me!" The girl raises her hands in surrender. Moving back. To tilt her head to a side. Checking me out from top to bottom. " Chill handsome. I was just saying hi"

" He waves me off. I shake my head and go into the house. In my room, I kick off my heels, pull off my skirt and blouse and throw on some old coveralls and a t shirt. I throw up a blank 12 inch by 24-inch canvas. Filling my oil paint tray, I press play on my Bluetooth speaker. The hard guitar starts 'Just A Girl' by No Doubt. "Take this pink ribbon off my eyes I'm exposed And it's no big surprise Don't you think I know Exactly where I stand This world is forcing me To hold your hand 'Cause I'm just a girl, little ol' me Well don't let me out of your sight Oh, I'm just a girl, all pretty and petite So don't let me have any rights

I'm not attached to any of them. "The thing is," she continues, "the dynamic of a groupie fascinates me. So I've done a lot of reading about them. And it's so funny the things you can find on the internet. Tell me…which is your favorite activity…blow job races, sex trains or circle jerks?" I know my face is flaming red now. I am not ashamed of any of those things in context. But out here in the open, in front of people who don't know me from the next guy, it makes me feel really small.