Novel & Cerita Fat Guy With Dreads

A potbellied young man with beards did not look any good to him. " Chief Joe , do you have any problems with him?" Chief Chris asked. " Not at all. I don't have any problems with him. " Chief Joe replied. " The way you are looking at him is not really encouraging. " " I apologize if it was that noticeable. The thing is, I just feel he is just one glutton that is majorly minded with food alone. " Rick chuckled. " Yeah. I am a foodie. I love food. In fact, as you said, I am a glutton. I eat almost everything that comes around. And it can be seen clearly in my body. That's why my stomach is this big. "

I snap He subs, " I don't know, man.” He wails " He just introduced himself as Freando.” “Then what does he look like?" I ground out impatiently through gritted teeth. He sniffles, snot leaking down his chapped lips. “Mexican, bald, has a scar cutting across his hairline, and a beard. You can’t miss the scar, it’s pretty fucked looking.” I roll my neck, groaning as the muscles pop. It's been a fucking long day. “Cool, thanks man,” I say casually, as if I haven’t been torturing him slowly for the past three hours.

ARC He leveled his gaze on the fatso, daring him to look at him again but he didn't. It was confirmed then. Fatso was uncomfortable around him. Arc didn't care. Although, he couldn't help but tap from the nervous energy that oozed from the frightened green eyes that avoided his own, and the way his lips were clutched between his teeth, Fat filled his cheeks and neck, making him look like a mature baby, and even with the fan swirling above them, sweat stained his armpits and the neckline of his blue shirt. The roundness of his tummy couldn't be hidden, and his chubby hands rested on the protruding belly, as if trying to conceal it.

A skinny man who looked to be in his early thirties sat over a table and hit his skinny legs on the floor board by the foot of the table. He was wearing a white baggy shirt that had “Yawed Oat” on it. The floor board flew up and he caught it ever so swiftly before it could make contact with the floor and make a cacophony. He didn't want anyone to know what he was doing.

I whispered through my teeth, squeezing his hand in my fist. "Chill babe, I've got this" he shushed me. We approached the counter, my eyes glared at the mid-aged bald man, accessing him. He was fair in complexion, approximately six feet tall with big belly protruding on the counter. He wore a grey moustache, matching his grey scanty hair at both sides of his head. He quickly picked up his black baseball cap on the counter and fixed it on his head, flaunting the little hair he had, out of the cap.

He does not look as well built as Dayo, but will still pass for a good looking guy any day. While Ike on the other hand, is suffering severe obesity and he is on punk hair cut . He is just as tall as he is fat. As they are duscussing, the lady who has been in the room with Derick and Tobi, barges out of the room, practically running.

I introduced Lucian with a smile and the citizens of Floresta Encantada applauded. A young man about six feet tall, with red hair and black highlights, he is muscular and you know he worked hard to achieve this because he has no abs, and an adonis belt. He's wearing bad-ass attire, I've seen what he's wearing in a magazine from the world of people, now he's wearing a black leather jacket, a neck gaiter, black leather pants, and black leather boots.

Seems that the fat Guy called for reinforcement, as the other guys look well. When the Owl logo guy saw them, his eyes bulged in shock. He totally forgot about them. Afraid, he clings to the person in front of him. Feeling the weigh on her left leg, Zitrey glance on it and saw the Owl logo guy hugged his leg so tightly. She tried to break free, but those arms surrounded his leg didn't budge a bit. Instead, it tightens more. “Heh! Mr. Handsome looks like you knew that girl. She clings to you like a leech.” said of the Fat guy in his duck voice. After he had said it, the group laughed thunderously.

This was Bettina, my good for nothing, beauty without brain cousin. "Whoah?! That much? Weren't you scammed, Yna?" she asked exagerratedly. "You know what, change into something else. A pink gown, perhaps? That way, you would just let your true nature show. A pig!" she burst out laughing after that. "Nicholas didn't mind when I showed him the dress, so why would you?" I asked back, rubbing in her face that my groom approved my attire. But the truth was, I was hurt. She was right. I am a pig. I did try losing weight over the past two weeks. But I guess, I haven't successfully shed ten pounds.

he thundered with his loud cracked scary voice. His looks alone were outrageous for any kid of my age. He was very huge and bald , he had tattoos drawn all over his body, especially on his bald head. Looking at him ,you would wonder if he happened to be the lord of the rings, due to the multiple pierces he had on his nose ,eyes, mouth and ears.