Novel & Cerita Fat Guy With Dreads

Then she walks past me with tears in her eyes. The man is absolutely disgusting, and I know that no woman in her right mind would have sex with him, he has greasy hair pulled to the side covering his bald patch on the top of his head, his mustache has seen better days, and his enormous stomach flaps over his pants leaving a small gap between the buttons showing his skin.

I cock my head to the side. “Hannah,” I say, and stick my hand out. While he’s actually kind of ugly, and could easily break my neck in a swift movement, I err on the side of being polite. Especially when I need answers. His muscles have muscles and I swear his neck is as thick as my hips are wide. He’s clearly been around the block judging by the scars on his chest and arms. He’s only wearing some kind of wrap I could only describe as a poop brown colored kilt. He’s dirty and reeks of sweat. But I’d never criticize his appearance. The male is easily seven feet tall and over three hundred fifty pounds. He’s a literal mountain.

He blows in like a king ready to receive his subjects. At six foot three and almost zero body fat, he’s tall and lithe and tightly muscular—and beautiful. Can a man be beautiful? Fuck yeah. His thick, dark brown hair has grown out, and the top strands are swept back off his forehead, carefully styled, the sides cut shorter. The lengthier hair on top is edgy looking, totally different from how he wore it last fall in a short fauxhawk. Douchebag Extraordinaire has lighter colors interwoven, giving it depth and accentuating ice-blue eyes. Another change? He’s sporting dark scruff on his jawline, giving him a slightly dangerous look.

The white towel which is hung around the waist makes him looks hotter. As he walk from mirror towards his wardrobe as he selected a white hoodie with black jeans. And with that he get ready and walk out of the room. "Chiean ge where are you going?" asked Xiaoping. The owner of the name turn and look at the guy who just called him. Xiaoping a.k.a. 'Fatty' is a chubby guy with a cute personality but don't go on his cute personality if you watch him playing game you will be scared as he is dangerous to his enemies.

"Langdon, will you cut off the suspense? Look at the poor doctor. She is frightened. Well yes, we are here for you beauty so quietly move your ass from there, get your arms tied up along with that pretty mouth of yours and follow us, if you are keen to keep your people safe." Said another man who was too fat that his buttoned shirt couldn't fit him well. It felt like the buttons were about to pop out any time. The first man who had initiated the talk had antique golden hair that were so much greasy. He had charcoal grey colored eyes with a light beard and moustache. Felt like he hadn't shaved since few weeks but unlike the other fat man, he was well built but not tall. Anyways his figure in

I'm not eating this. I quickly put it beside my plate and glance around. Everyone has their heads lowered on their plates attempting to fill their stomachs or perhaps to avoid a conversation. The guy who was upset about the maids getting fired yesterday is in a black tailored suit with a white shirt beneath. His Black hair is slicked and neatly tied up in a low ponytail. He has a black stud in his left ear and like he could feel my gaze, he lifts his head and I quickly look away when his brown eyes meet mine.

If Goldman didn’t know any better, he would say her tits were bigger than usual. “There she is,” his mother said. “She’s at the bar.” “Who’s that guy with the big afro?” his father asked. “And why does he have a comb hanging out of it? It looks stupid.” Goldman locked in on the guy. He had never seen him before. A purple pick was hanging out of his large box afro. He had on baggy jeans that hung off his ass and a large 49er’s football jersey. Carter, Trina, and Lawrence were watching the conversation between the light skin guy and Patty.

a large man said, meeting me at the bottom of the stairs as I descended. He was about 6’4 and a solid mass of 300lbs but probably had no body fat on him at all. He had dark brown hair and eyes and I quickly noticed no mark on his neck. He wasn't mated. “Ohh shit,” he said, laughing, now fully taking in my appearance. “What,” I said, already knowing what he was thinking. “Zach’s gonna love all this,” he said, gesturing at my head. “Good,” I said, turning to hug my parents once last time.

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?"

the hostile man screams as if he's in charge of me. What is this fuckwad's problem? I turn and face the minuscule, balding fat man. Laughter escapes from my lips as I take in his toga. His face goes from deep red to purple, like a grape about to pop. He curls his fists as if about to strike. Bring it bitch! I'm not afraid of some asshole in a dream.