Fat Guy With Dreads Novels & Stories

As Tess looked in the mirror she was met with a round face, chubby cheeks, and dark circles that had formed from years of sleep deprivation under her eyes. Her hair was a tangled unruly mess of dark brown curls framing her face and resting just under her shoulders. Not to long, not to short of a length, her eyes looked more green today the hazel had a tint of red dirt brown along the black ring and green in the inner part. Depending on the light and her clothes her eyes would change from green to a light brown. She stood at 5’11 which has always been considered tall for a girl and weighed a whopping 363lbs. Most people guessed she was around 250lbs as she still had an hour glass figure and c

I bite into the crispy fry and close my eyes in pure happiness. Nothing beats fast food! There’s the sound of a glass clinking on the counter, and then a deep gravelly voice from beside me, a hint of amusement in it, says, "I've never seen someone enjoy fries like that." My eyes pop open, and I see a man standing beside the stool next to me. His gray eyes are piercing, in a well-formed face that the Gods clearly took their sweet time with. He's got a head full of black wavy hair and he's wearing a suit. His jacket is missing, only the vest remaining, and my eyes are drawn to how his body fills the suit, stretching in all the right places, his defined forearm muscles more than obvious with hi

Mokunfayo Badmus: Mike! The heavens knew I really wasn't up for whatever drama 'Almighty Mike' was planning to pull off on this occasion. He'd taken up the space of Madam Peju's favorite couch with the demeanor of a ruler on his throne. His infamous dreadlocks were braided to the back, his customary tee-shirt and jeans making him look more like a palatable snack than a mafia king. The way his brows almost kissed each other in a frown as he drummed the fingers of his right hand over his knee and tapped at the screen of his smartphone with fervour informed me that he'd been there for a while.

Gary was a slightly chubby guy with blonde bow cut hair. He wore a pair of round glasses and he’s actually a genius in terms of everything. He has the Dino-body of a triceratops and is still in the hatchling stage, due to him not usually doing any sort of exercise or anything. The only state that keeps improving is his intelligence.

He must have been at least 6 foot, and he was wearing a tight black t-shirt that gripped onto his very large muscles. He had thick lips and glistening white teeth, with medium length dreadlocks. "It's okay," I told him. "Are you all alright down there?" I spotted his eyes look down at my chest. I had only buttoned up a few, and my cleavage was fully on show. And this guy was not being subtle at all. "Erm, yeah, all good." He said and finally looked up at me. When he realised I had caught him, his eyes shot wide open.

he said, pointing at their targets as he leaned against the grimy wall splashed with crude graffiti. "You think he's Jonah?" Andrei asked, scrunching his face at the lanky dude dressed in baggy jeans, a dark T-shirt under a brown fur-lined leather jacket, and super white Air Force 1s on his feet. Besides his shoulder-length dreadlocks, there was nothing remarkable about him. In fact, he looked like any good old runner with his Gucci crossbody bag strapped to his chest. "Doesn't he look like a Jonah to you?" "Unbelievable!" Andrei muttered under his breath, unable to believe he'd braced the cold for Igor's nonsense. "Jonah could be any one of these guys!"

, but very fat. I would say that he was in a serious degree of obesity, especially the double chin that disappeared with his neck, or the plumped and small eyes on his fat and reddish face. He had a long white beard, as well as hair that reached his elbows. The sloppiness was more than visible.

A voice yells and everyone turns to the direction it came from. I rake my eyes all over the person. Another wasteful rich son of a bitch, oh how much I hate rich people appears tall, with masses of dark brown hair and a five o’clock shadow that graces his chin, giving him a bold look. He’s good-looking but not as good-looking as Mr Grim, I don’t know his name so Mr Grim will do for now. He's decked in a grey suit and his hair is slightly in a dishevelled mess but in a way that makes him more attractive.

"Thanks, Freddy." The massive guy nods before returning to his post at the front entrance. I turn to the three men and take a closer look at them. One is faired skin with red hair—he's the biggest of the three. He looks like he's on steroids, as bulky as he is. The second one has sandy blonde hair with hazel eyes. He's more like the boy next door, only troubled. The last is another blonde with dark eyes and slightly tanned. He definitely looks like he's got Italian blood in him. He must be Gallo. "Names," I state.

And then he stepped out. Tall, about Mason’s height, or maybe a few inches shorter. He had a black pair of pants resting on his waist, a blue shirt, his hair, and a touch of black… yeah, his hair was grey with a touch of black and it doesn’t look dyed or tinted. He looks chiseled, does he go to the gym? And oh my god… he is hot and handsome. “Why is a Zaddy coming out of your mother’s apartment at this ungodly hour?” Ava whispered.