Fat Camp Movie Novels & Stories

Katleya said joyfully. “I love you too,” Amber replied softly, though his heart ached painfully. “Maybe we should celebrate. Forget about Blackarlito,” Fernando suggested. They continued drinking. Hours passed, and everyone was drunk. Fernando fell asleep on the sofa while Amber and Blue tried to fight off the alcohol’s effects. “Can you still stand?” Katleya asked. Both nodded as they headed upstairs. Ezmeralda came down to check on Fernando. “Mom, Dad fell asleep over there,” Katleya said.

“Morale isn’t my job. Survival is.” The next three hours were brutal. Weighted runs, knife drills, sparring until my arms felt like lead. Every time I faltered, Dad barked orders. Every time I thought of Lucian’s touch, I hit harder, faster, trying to drive him out of my head. By the time we finished, sweat dripped down my spine and my legs shook. Dad wheeled himself closer, his eyes assessing. “You’re distracted.” I froze, wiping my forehead. “I’m tired.”

Miss Bandit, did you gain weight? Bang! A loud sound came from the study, and Vermont quickly added, "Did you gain weight? The gym is having a promotion right now. They're giving a buy-one-free-one package for whoever has a body fat of more than twenty-four percent. If you're a little fatter, we could've signed up for it together." The next second, Felicity's voice came fiercely from the study. "You should eat more and gain thirty pounds to sign up for it yourself!" "Sure."

Standing in the dirt with my warriors, going through drills alongside them, reminding everyone still entertaining doubts about Silverpeak's stability exactly who was standing at the front of it. It was also, if I was being honest with myself, a way to avoid sitting in the packhouse with nothing to do but worry about Bella. I heard the voice before I saw the face. "Watch your footing, pup. You shift weight like that in a real fight and you'll be on your back before you blink." Low. Contemptuous. Deliberately loud enough to carry. I turned slowly. Garrett was back. He stood at the edge of the training field, arms crossed, watching a young recruit fumble through a sparring sequence with the exa

Carl says and sits on the chair in front of the desk and places his legs on it with power “Show me the Footage of VIP Room 2 on 8th of April 2023 at exactly 8pm” Carl says and the fat man fidgeted, opening his camera, he began searching through the footages but couldn't find it, like it was deleted “Sir..I can't find it…like it was deleted” the fat man says and Carl furrows his brows, since when did he have an enemy “Wait…there's a footage here but 8:35 and it was the camera outside the door that picked this” The fat man says like a professional before turning the laptop to Carl who watches intently

Fred retorted, “you mean you like a chubby girl” Fathia inquired, “I like a girl with big boobs and big butts, Fred said, “which means you don't like my body type” Fathia, “I love you but If you become chubby I will love you more” Fred said, “What type of diet can make me chubby within a short period?“ Fathia asked, “Don't worry about that, I will get all for you today” Fred retorted,

Their wives also sat beside them, draped in diamonds and silence. And as soon as I stepped into the aisle, I felt even more weight, the judgments and the whispers. But none of them mattered to me at the moment. Only one man did, and that was Salvatore Moreti. He stood at the altar, tall and broad in his custom black suit, like the godfather that he is in every sense of the word. The years seemed to have carved hard lines into his face, his silver-stroked hair slicked back in perfect order. His cold and unimpressed eyes dragged over me like I was some property he was about to buy, not a bride.

"It's okay, Seth. I'm here now. Who would dare touch you?" He pointed at Dad lying unconscious on the floor and at me, who was covered in dirt and blood. "It's them. These two deadbeats came into our spa to cause trouble and tried to walk out without paying. When I called them out, this one faked a heart attack and tried to hit me." Dad and I were caked in grime, our faces covered in dirt, such that we were nearly unrecognizable. It was natural that Fiona didn't recognize us.

"Apparently... Louis isn't coming alone." Lucas went completely still, his jaw dropping. Dave immediately stood up from his chair. "Should I get the popcorn?" Rose burst out laughing uncontrollably. Lucas looked at me with the most horrified expression I had ever seen on his face. "How many exes do you have?" I shrugged nonchalantly. "I stopped counting." He closed his eyes in defeat. "God." I laughed at his dramatic reaction. And that was how my perfect Thanksgiving ended—with my husband planning hospital security against my romantic history, my best friend laughing herself to tears, and me wondering whether giving birth was actually easier than explaining my dating history to Lucas.

Serena felt dirty, it turned her stomach to think she was almost raped by a drunk man, wanting to tell Alex that she was fine, she found herself the moment she opened her mouth, throwing up every contents in her belly, she felt weak and almost wanted to fall when Alex quickly held her.