Fat Joe Novels & Stories

When they looked carefully, they realized it was Braxton Hayes, the eldest son of the forbidden army’s leader in Inner City. The man had a fat head and big ears. His height was nearly 1.9 meters, and he was nearly 200 pounds. He was a famous fat guy, known for his ability to eat non-stop from morning to night. Even when he was at the venue of the qualification trial, his group of lackeys would follow him around with bags full of food. Braxton would ask for food from his lackeys from time to time. He did not look like the son of a general. He was a totally big fat pig!

Feng Shaotian couldn't help but ask, confused. Fatty Ma stared fixedly at Feng Shaotian as if looking at an idiot. ‘Don't you know how much money I'll earn just by selling that trash carcass you're speaking of?!’ ‘F*ck, the money I'll get from it would be enough for me to become an E+ ranker without a hitch!’ Fatty Ma couldn't help but lament. ‘Nevermind, I have already accepted his offer anyway so this carcass will be mine soon enough.’ He thought with his mouth watering.

##### *Phone Rings! "Yeah? Ahh, my neck." "Neck? Did you only wake up, big bro? Ah no, big bro, we need your help!" "Who is this?" Jc checked the caller as he frowned because of the light. "Fatty. You stood me up yesterday." "No, big bro! the thing is, i was arrested yesterday by the police." "Why?" "I wasn't really involved but our three brothers is. I tried talking out to the police. But it didn't end well, so here we are!"

Now it was practically hanging off her. Her brother stated firmly, “You need to eat some seriously fatty food.” Giovanni’s fingers were working the material of the tie deftly as Gianna protested, “Fatty foods are not the way for me to gain back any weight.” “But think about it,” Giovanni insisted. “We could have pizza and ice cream and all those fatty, super unhealthy American foods that are really bad for you but taste amazing.” “We?” Gianna scoffed, knocking him gently on the arm. “You don’t need to gain any weight.”

Fred retorted, “you mean you like a chubby girl” Fathia inquired, “I like a girl with big boobs and big butts, Fred said, “which means you don't like my body type” Fathia, “I love you but If you become chubby I will love you more” Fred said, “What type of diet can make me chubby within a short period?“ Fathia asked, “Don't worry about that, I will get all for you today” Fred retorted,

A business like theirs would usually have long-term cooperation with some social loafers. In less than 10 minutes, Fatty, who had a "deep" cooperation with Honey’s Car Dealership, arrived with three tattooed gangsters. As the name implied, Fatty was a very fat guy. He was about 1.62 m tall and his butt took up at least half of his body, so when he walked, he looked like a f*cking dwarf!

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."

"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.

I raised an eyebrow, "Butter who?" "It's butter if you don't know," he said cracking up laughing half way and I stepped aside to let him in, he bent down kissing my cheek which felt strange "I have a pizza joke too but it's not that funny. Ooh what smells nice? I have pizza, monopoly, and shit six dollar wine I picked up from ALDI, if we get poisoned, call triple zero, so have that on speed dial"

Just emptiness. It terrified me more than the rejection itself. “Are you still there?” I whispered into the storm. No answer. My vision blurred again. Maybe she hated me too. Maybe she blamed me for ruining our only chance. A bitter, broken laugh escaped my lips. “My toxic trait is being fat.”