Fat God Novels & Stories

It's Saturday, my best day of the week because I don't go to school but today is my worst Saturday so far because I will be meeting my so called father in one expensive restaurant some where down the street. Not to brag, my family is a very wealthy family but I hate when people follow you around trying to invade into personal lives and for certain reasons which I am yet to find out, my mom said is best nobody knows about me so instead to living a lavishing life and buying too expensive stuffs that will attract attention, we just lived a normal life like other normal people.

Andrew let out a cold laugh. "Fatty, let's not pretend you know your body better than anyone. Back in Jayrodale, I could already tell. "You're overweight, constantly drenched in cold sweat, panting like you ran a mile after two steps. If I had to guess, I'd say you've got a rare form of obesity. One of those conditions where even drinking water makes you gain weight, right?" Elon's eyes flickered with panic. "How… how do you know that?"

Тургенев, Рудин. КНИ́ГА, -и, ж. 1. Произведение печати (в старину — также рукопись) в виде сброшюрованных, переплетенных вместе листов с каким-л. текстом. Книга большого формата. Толстая книга. Раскрыть книгу. □ [Аночке] предложили посмотреть книгу с картинками. Федин, Первые радости. || Сочинение, произведение более или менее значительного объема, напечатанное отдельным изданием или предназначенное для него. Интересная книга. Написать книгу. □ Наталья должна была каждое утро читать исторические книги, путеш ествия и другие назидательные сочинения. Тургенев, Рудин.

Frankly, I've never understood why they changed the name of "The Feast" to the "Nutrition Center." Over seventy percent of the food here is high-fat, high-calorie "American fast food." Given we're in one of the most remote towns in America, finding diverse and multicultural chefs is even harder than getting truant students to attend class. Vegetarians even staged a public protest at school, leading to two chaotic weeks of everyone bringing their own lunches! Can't blame them, though—other options are either atrociously bad or might as well be diet pills.

Dietrick “There are around forty of us left.” The vamp standing in front of my desk spoke. “So make more.” I seethed. I was angry that the fae and wolves had managed to deplete my numbers so much. “Sir, I don’t think you understand. It’s not that simple. New vamps are uncontrollable. They only think about the next feed.” “JUST DO IT!” I yelled, slamming my fists into my desk, breaking it. “Turn entire towns if you have to, just build our numbers!”

The fat god means to fuel the sign using both opposite energy of what he feels as an additional attack against the man, giving the ferociousness of his action even concentrated as its power grows as the two combined. "Spectacular. Since you've shown me your true feelings brother, then let me show you mine," the man said to the fat god and then there was light. A light so bright that only what seems like an empty canvas without the mar of paint or brushes existed in the world. It's not a feeling emptiness, but of purity.