Novel & Cerita Chubby Man

He didn't even manage to fix himself because he was too drunk. "Oh, my, God!" One of the rich kids exclaimed. "Who is that?" "Gate crasher!" Another one roared. "Can someone call security?" The others suggested. "Don't worry, ladies. I'll handle this." They all looked satisfied when a man walked towards Marionne. He looked like in his mid-40s, yet still, look formidable and elegant. "I know you, Marionne, right?" Marianne felt like he was showered with ice-cold water. The man in front of him was the father of Ava. "Uhm—yes—yes, sir." He struggled to answer.

m. Chubby-girl: Got it. Uh … what should I wear? London-man: Anything. Unless you prefer not to wear anything. That’s a problem. He gave me a wink emoticon. Chubby-girl: Dirty mind! What a pervert! London-man: I’m a man LOL! Chubby-girl: Uh, you are naughty. I thought you’re a good boy. I could hear him chuckle. London-man: It’s better that way, isn’t it? I could pretend to be a good boy, but I suddenly did naughty things.

He had long hair, which was tied up casually with a black rubber band. It wasn't unusual for men to have long hair, but this person's figure looked very much like a woman's. But his features were clearly that of a man's. He was a young and handsome man, too. Those who had watched his competitions before immediately stood up and exclaimed, "It's Mr. Bunny! Mr. Bunny is here!" "It really is him! Damn, he's awesome! Mr. Bunny, kill him!" The crowd cheered. "Mr. Bunny! Mr. Bunny! Mr. Bunny!"

“This thing got a sidecar?” “Yes,” I whispered, seeing it now — a small attached seat. “Put her in there. You get on behind me.” “I don’t —” “That car’s thirty seconds away. You want to have this conversation now?” I strapped Charlotte into the sidecar, her sobs turning to hiccups. “Mommy, who is he?” “A friend, baby. Hold on tight to Mr. Hoppy, okay?” The man swung onto the bike and looked back at me. “You ever ride before?”