Fat God Novels & Stories

Elena “Yo!” Liam waved as he yelled from where he stood beside the red Aston Martin that was currently being fixed. “Hey." I grinned, waving back. Liam's face brightened up in his typical lopsided grin before he went back to what he was doing. His unclad body was covered with grease from the car and he was with Aiden, who had no shirt on as well. Aiden's muscles flexed as he tightened the loose bolt on the tyre of the Aston Martin, his toffee brown hair was a bit longer, lustrous, and tousled than ever.

I gave him a middle finger once again to which he laughed again, loving the fact that I clearly embarrassed myself infront of our Professor. "Rose, your shir---" I turned, tuning him out completely as I marching towards the old women behind the glass window, who supplied us with food and to my surprise I saw the lady teacher giving orders to her. "Three plates of Mac and cheese with extra sauce and fried chicken---pieces only, leg. Salad with extra lemon juice. Three cokes, and oh! four plates of fries." The old women nodded with a smile. "That'll be 96$." Jesus, the food is expensive.

"Maybe if you weren't so damn fat and lazy." I kept cleaning. "Maybe if you spent less time stuffing your face with stupid books, then you might look prettier and find a man who finds you attractive." There it was. The familiar jab. The one he'd been making for years. I felt it. Of course I did. But pain loses its sharpness after enough repetitions. Eventually, it becomes background noise, like traffic, rain, or heartbreak. I tossed the final paper towel into the trash. Richard laughed. The sound was ugly.

“Damn. Just her name already makes my butt tingle. When is it? Now? Should we cut class?” “Idiot! It’s tonight. At our bar,” Green said. Jeygreen Xris Gutierrez, known simply as Green, was born into a life of luxury. His mother was a businesswoman who married a wealthy Portuguese heir to Hacienda Gutierrez in Portugal. Green’s father was an excellent sommelier, and this expertise led the family to establish a wine business in the Philippines, becoming one of the country’s top distributors of fine wine. Green had inherited his father’s skills and, even at a young age, was already adept at identifying quality wines.

Now it was practically hanging off her. Her brother stated firmly, “You need to eat some seriously fatty food.” Giovanni’s fingers were working the material of the tie deftly as Gianna protested, “Fatty foods are not the way for me to gain back any weight.” “But think about it,” Giovanni insisted. “We could have pizza and ice cream and all those fatty, super unhealthy American foods that are really bad for you but taste amazing.” “We?” Gianna scoffed, knocking him gently on the arm. “You don’t need to gain any weight.”

Brian’s image stared back at me, his eyes having this smoldering look in them. He looked all man now, gone was the usual boyish charm I used to see around him. The caption said, “GHANAIAN MILLIONAIRE? BRIAN SMITH HAS MADE IT ON THE FORBES 100 LIST OF YOUNG RICH MALES.” My heart skipped a beat, a I immediately threw the magazine in the trash can near my desk. God, why? I don’t know what the hell that was, but right after I’d gotten my life on track, and could actually say I was happy, I see this.

Hiroto slaps him in the back while he chokes on his words and turns to Hiroto in his familiar tyrant look "I am not fat!!!!. You're all just thin little chopstick bitches.Adam, I am supporting you, so you owe me 5 bucks; Adam and I are not fat, we're buff. You're all toothpicks that we could break in half. So clearly we're the strongest of this group. Muahahahaha!!!"Everyone including me looks at him weirdly, it's like a kid on an extreme sugar rush and a serial killer together

She's the second weapon fashioned against me. I didn't spare the guard a glance as I round the corridors and take the elevator again. I try to keep my mind as blank as possible throughout the car ride. I can only hope I won't go crazy while trying to chase this degree. The car pulls to a stop before the penthouse and I clutch my tote bag which was heavier than how I'd left this morning to my chest. I wince as my eyes land on a neon green buggati. Who the fuck drives such air polluting vehicle these days and a neon green one for fucks sake?

However, the strange message made him do a double take. For some reason, the Godfather enjoyed watching him become a harem master. It did not matter if the people he interacted with were male or female. Godfather Veron was an extremely bored person who craved the latest gossip. Zen’s channel was full of wholesome moments which explained the Godfather’s favour. Zen had no idea if catching the eye of the academy’s founder was a positive or negative thing. However, credit was credit.

Just emptiness. It terrified me more than the rejection itself. “Are you still there?” I whispered into the storm. No answer. My vision blurred again. Maybe she hated me too. Maybe she blamed me for ruining our only chance. A bitter, broken laugh escaped my lips. “My toxic trait is being fat.”