Erica Ash Weight Loss Novels & Stories

"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.

But everyone scurried to take their positions, stepping away from the dining table but were nearby. Erika turned a little the moment she felt him walking in. Her body stiffened automatically like a natural reaction. Nigel Asher entered with his freshly washed slicked back hair and a navy blue suit that fitted him well. He looked effortlessly gorgeous all the time and that made Erika hate him even more.

Irene was pouring water into glasses. Drew sat down, observing Erica. Erica's fingers were elegant, with well-manicured nails, and her skin was flawless and radiant even without heavy makeup. Her slender yet slightly curvy figure, almost 170 cm tall, made her look like a model straight out of a TV commercial. Erica also had a pleasant scent, her expensive perfume filling the room with its fragrance.

Lucas answered. "Who said that you don't have to be on a diet? You have to lose weight! Besides, you're secretly eating all this fattening food behind my back!" Emma ran toward her at this moment. Seeing that she was drinking iced-coffee, Emma had almost cried from anger. "The brand you're endorsing has requested your weight to be 95 pounds for their advertisement shoot! You weigh 96 pounds previously, right? You had spicy food for supper some more, and now you are drinking iced-coffee..." Elizabeth frowned and uttered, "I won't put on any weight."

Why did he feel awful without Ashley? Things were spiralling out of control for Angela, she was barely holding on to her sanity. She knew her plan had failed almost immediately because Ashley was spotted by the paparazzi the next day dining at a restaurant with Adrian. Her face was in the same condition and not at all disfigured as she had instructed. Heck, there was a picture of them grinning from ear to ear, they were happy. When Eric had seen the pictures he was nonchalant about them but not her. She was way ahead in this game, she noticed the tiny details everyone was missing. They were happy about something, and that meant all of their plans to make them miserable failed woefully. It di

But he wanted to tell her about the news some place nice. Ashleigh was excited about going out. More than anything she was just happy to dress in something other than sweats for her man. She put on a sexy red dress. It was size 14 and she thought that she could have worn it in a size 12. Now she was allowing her mind to accept the fact that she was no longer the fat girl. Yes, there were a lot of people who would look at her and still see someone who could stand to shed more weight. But luckily, that is not how she saw herself.

Although it wasn't difficult to get it back since it was just a little amount of body that had added to her slender skin. "Hey Ashley." She looked up and it was Sandra. "Hi." She had almost forgotten that she had asked Sandra to come meet her earlier. "What are you doing?" Sandra asked as she walked closer to her. "Eating." "Yeah, forget I asked that." Sandra said and Ashley rolled her eyes. She stood up from the mat and sighed. "This is so tiring." "Yeah, because you've added. But it's just a little bit. You can work it out, if you're serious about it.. it'll be gone before seven days. That's a week." Sandra said and Ashley nodded smiling.

I gasped, feigning outrage, "you're just trying to be friendly to steal our good coffee." "Of course," she threw her head back, allowing her dark ringlets to bounce around her as a manic laugh shook her body, "as if there would be another reason." I cut my friend a playful glare, immediately feeling better now that I was in her presence, "You're lucky I like you." "I don't believe in luck, you know this," she looped her arm into mine, her rich brown skin shimmering as it caught the light. Erica was half Asian, half African American, and a hundred percent gorgeous. With her height—which she had inherited from her father along with her complexion and hair—she could have been living the life of

In the end, in just 20 days, Terry lost fifteen kilograms. One week before Jessica gave birth, May had already come from the South Town to LA. She was also surprised when she saw Terry, saying, "How did you lose so much weight?" Terry smiled faintly and said, "Not much, I will gain weight back in a few days." May naturally didn't believe this, but Terry had lost so much weight for Jessica, which made her feel both relieved and heartbroken. On December 21st, a normal afternoon, Jessica and Terry had just returned home from a walk downstairs. As soon as she sat down on the sofa, she felt pain.

She held her head high arrogantly, looking at me provocatively while stuffing various high-calorie foods into her mouth. "Did you run around for nothing again, Dakota?" she taunted. Jonah looked at me with disdain and openly fed Freya right in front of me. "With the way you look right now, you should just give up on trying. You're never going to lose all that weight!" I knew then that all those gyms and weight-loss centers rejecting me were their doing. But I didn't care. Their smug, triumphant smiles weren't going to last very long. …