Erica Ash Weight Loss Novels & Stories

“You’re not a victim, Erick. You’re part of the regime.” Ash squealed in the background, “I’m the dinosaur president! Daddy said so!” “And Daddy needs a fashion intervention, immediately.” Erick set Ash down and leaned closer to the camera. “You sure you’re okay in New York? Your face looks… snarky. But with a light sprinkle of depression.” “I told my boss I had stomach cramps so I could skip a gala tonight. Now I’m wearing a lavender sheet mask and watching a documentary about a guy who turned his victims into hotdogs. I’m thriving, Rick.”

She said it in a way that told me to change the subject. "So," I said, "are you doing okay at the hotel bar?" "I'm planning to expand my YouTube business. It's my side hustle." Erika uncrossed her legs and stood. "I'm getting a coffee. Want one?" "Sure." I watched her turn towards the kitchen. When I laid eyes on her in those faded, skin-tight jeans, from the long, lean legs, the little Toblerone triangular space just below her pussy to the full roundness of her hips, curving back to the tiny, wasp-like waist, I sprung the inevitable boner. There was no stopping it, particularly with Anna's ED drug cocktail constantly coursing through my veins.

"I am the luckiest man in the world right now" "But Eric. I will again have those stretch marks on my body. I will have mood swings. I will eat more and grow fat and" Eric shut her up by kissing her. He ran his fingers along her jawline and then pulled away and looked at her with pure love. "Alissa it doesn't matter how much you weigh. You are beautiful. You will always stay beautiful. You are evergreen. And my love will never decrease for you. You are one of the best things that have ever happened to me. I can't express how beautiful you are and always be. Just for a moment look at yourself the way I do and then you will realize how beautiful you are"

Erika dabbed her lips gracefully with her napkin before continuing, “Because now, the most important thing is no longer yourself, but the Ashford baby you’re carrying.” Under the table, I noticed Elena’s fingers tighten instantly. “When I was pregnant with Edward,” Erika continued with a small smile, “I barely allowed myself to do unnecessary activities outside the house. Everything had to be carefully managed. Food, emotions, surroundings—even the people around me. I even had a personal trainer come to the house whenever I exercised.” Her tone remained gentle. Yet somehow, every sentence sounded less like concern and more like a rule wrapped in silk. “That’s why, Elena…” Erika’s gaze settle

At this moment, Franc finally came around and gasped excitedly, "9th brother! You have finally thought it through! You should have found someone like that before! Why would you allow that woman to step over you?" Erika, "…Step over…" Franc also said, "Oh right, where is that ugly woman? Have you chased her out?" Erika, "…Ugly woman…" Franc said, "Although that Erika didn't look so bad 2 years ago when you guys just started, she was fat! She was at least 150 pounds!" Erika "…!!! Nonsense! I was obviously 140! Even though I was greedy and gained tremendous weight during my teens, my weight has never exceeded 150 okay?"

I quickly strip out of the set, fumbling to pull on the next one before he decides to come back. The fabric glides over my skin, soft as butter. I slip into a pair of shorts and another sports bra, frowning at my reflection. I look thin. Too thin. My legs seem smaller than I remember. I hadn’t noticed it before, but Braden’s control was relentless. He monitored everything I ate, everything I drank. The reflection staring back at me is just proof of how much of myself I’ve lost. How weak he made me. The curtain parts again, and Asher steps inside. His eyes darken as they skim over me. He grabs my wrist gently, turning me toward the mirror. His brow furrows deeper as he adjusts the fabric, his

Erica looked at her and realized Cynthia wasn't uncertain—she was resolved. "You don't just need to know what you're doing," Erica said seriously, "you need to remember this—whatever happens, we face it together. Don't shut me out again. I'm your ride-or-die, okay?" Cynthia smiled, finally relaxing. "Honestly, if you don't lose some weight, all the good men are going to run away." She tugged Erica's cheek. "With all that face fat, don't you worry it's going to smother you in your sleep?"

I muttered, the words heavy on my tongue. Erica’s face twisted with disdain. “Who would kiss that pig?” Her words were a blur and I barely registered them. I continued, the alcohol messing with my speech. “It doesn’t make sense. Ashina is... she’s fat. No guy would ever want to kiss her.” The words didn’t come out the way I wanted them to. I didn’t condescendingly mean them, I only have just never thought of anyone taking an interest in Ashina. Erica pretended to retch, her disgust evident. “I can’t imagine anyone kissing that bitch. Ashina is a loose girl who lets anyone sleep with her and you’re only just finding that out now .”

EZRA. Reid went back to the place he came from while I and Alexander went back to the pack house. Reaching the pack house I didn't expect what I saw, it was Erica and Becca preparing to go and swim. Becca wore a plaid skirt and then a swimsuit which wasn't too tight because of her protruding belly. Erica on the other hand didn't wear a skirt, her body was extremely gorgeous. She had wide hips and a tiny waist that could fit behind an A4 paper. Her legs were long and her skin was smooth.

"What? Get rid of him?" She must have realized her voice was too loud, so she glanced around nervously before continuing in a softer tone. I didn’t catch the rest of their conversation, but I sent David a message, warning him to be careful. He didn’t reply. I returned to my hellish regimen, watching my weight drop: 150 pounds, then 120, then 110, 100, and finally down to 95 pounds. The day my training ended was about two weeks before the New Year, and every major company was holding its annual celebration.