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.

“Sandra... those are Softbatch Cream Cheese Chocolate Chip Cookies! They're not all sweet and surely won't make Faye fat or obese! She could eat a thousand of them and she won't gain cholesterol and even if she did we're rich. We'll give her a whole damn museum of gym equipment to burn those fats.” Sandra gasped, scandalized to even think her daughter is going to be fat. She had fully turned to him. “Are you hearing yourself? Even the name itself is fattening!" “I can't belive this! They're not bad for Faye's health!" “They could be Julian." “No, they can't.”

As if my existence was the inconvenience. "Look, look at you Annabel," he said, flat like I meant nothing "I can't even point out the correct word to describe you" Then Lennon's voice floated over, sweet as something rotten dipped in sugar. "I think the word you're looking for is fat, Alpha, I'm I right sis." The hall went absolutely silent. Aldric's face cleared. He seized on it the way a drowning man seizes a rope. "She's a fat cow," he said. Simply. Cleanly. Like he was reading something off a list. "I'm not taking a fat cow as my Luna. Neither will I take her into my bed."

He couldn't see her eyes. But her body... she was fat. Undeniably, unmistakably fat. Kaelen's breath caught. The bond flared, an electric current that raced through his veins, settling deep in his chest. He'd been imagining someone fragile. Delicate. A small, soft Omega that would fit perfectly in his arms. She wasn't any of those things. But she was still beautiful. Her skin was like cream, smooth and unblemished despite the bruises on her face. He forced his gaze away, his expression carefully blank. He couldn't let anyone see that she affected him.

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

I have a boy-fucking-friend and lusting for that fucker shouldn't be part of the plan. He's not just my neighbour. He's the enemy. My enemy, and my family's enemy. Damien fucking Vincenzo is a bastard hiding behind a body that looks to be sculpted by the gods themselves. And if I should get the chance, I will carve his skin, inch by every bloody inch and feed his eyes to the Vultures for everything he made me go through at Crescent high. And again. I have a boyfriend. My sinfully hot neighbor who's walking around butt naked in a fucking glass penthouse without curtains shouldn't be a distraction right?