Fat Joe Novels & Stories

No wonder the woman serving their foods was scared, she doesn't wish to lose her job here. "The one with short purple hair, her name is Summer while the brunette is Samantha. Their parents are super rich but not compared to Sage. Whatever you do, do not cross your line when it comes to them." She enunciates with a serious look. "Well ok." I shrugged. "So do you like it here?." She queries. "Yeah, I guess........" I got interrupted by a very loud scream, I faced the direction of where the scream is coming from and realize it's from a short fat girl who suddenly rushed into the cafe.

as the crowd gathered cheered. God that felt good Sorin couldn't help but feel as he walked down from the rink towards Maceo. "Looks like you feel good" Maceo said. "Loads" Sorin replied. Maceo smiled ruefully and said "But don't get addicted to it, Sorin. We both know it's temporary" Sorin stopped as he looked up, bit of guilt showing on his face as Maceo turned towards him "This is not who you are" Maceo said "So don't make it a habit"

I said for them to acknowledge me. They all looked towards me, "Jade." my brother exclaimed, ran to me and picked me up, "You've grown so damn much." I yawned, "I'm 5'3 and I haven't grown since my sophomore year, i.e when you left." "Oh come on," he pouted, "I'm back now." I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms as he lowered me down, "Yeah, to steal food." I peeked beside him to see his the guy currently talking to my mother, is he perhaps my new dad? God I hope not, "who's your friend over there?"

Gesturing to his body "This here is the full package and I don't intend to misuse it alright?" He laughed and Jason joined they put on the radio and nodded to the trendy hit "Gock am" by the upcoming artist Crayon when suddenly. The car tire screeched its bonnet crashing into a hard surface with a loud bang. Jason stepped on the brake fearfully. The smell of petrol and coal tar filled their nostrils they looked at each other in silence with the effect of the alcohol washing off immediately.

“Yeah, that’s Logan Carter.” There was a round of Oh's and ahs from the group at the window. I heard my phone buzz on the table with a notification. I closed my laptop down and grabbed my things. A lot of the office stayed at the window watching as I exited. I must admit they were correct; he looked exceptional. He was wearing dark jeans, a crisp white T-shirt and a black leather jacket. He was leaning against the bonnet of a car I didn’t recognise.

She wore her blonde hair down, using her curling iron to give it some bounce, smiling as she looked into the mirror she could not help but admit she looked hot as she planned to have the fun of her life in the most busiest bar in the town. An hour later Serena was already in the bar, she kept glancing across the room with her almost empty glass infront of her, she cringe as she saw most of the men hungrily feeding their eyes on her with lust, she had danced to her satisfaction and was resting when she saw a man approaching her seat, he was tall with dark hair neatly trimmed and styled, skin tanned even under his shirt, she could see he was in great shape as she picture his bulging muscles, h

“I’m just thankful to you.” “Black. I’m Black.” Black sat beside Grey and unbuttoned his shirt. “Done.” Blackarlito Munteriru Fufu C. Quizo—Black—was the middle child and the only son among three siblings. He was a famous model, gifted with looks that could make anyone kneel. His eyes were striking, his nose well-defined, and his smile could make people say yes to whatever he wanted. He was tall, with a perfectly built physique. “My pants. Please, man,” Grey ordered.

“How did it go? Did you manage to sound out his capability?” When Fatso was done eating, he dusted off his buttocks and walked to another spot in a seemingly natural manner. He made his way to a lanky scrag and the person asked in a deep voice. Fatso lost his good-natured expression earlier, but he assumed a brilliant expression. He shook his head and said, “Deep beyond fathomable. It seems that the rumor out there is true. Zayn is not as simple as he seems.”

Fatty wanted to make a move, but then he suddenly remembered that look, he had never seen such a look in his entire life. This kind of look was by no means something a normal, sane person would have. The fat man hesitated for a moment. "Dead fatso, this nature of yours, you're just a mother-in-law!" Jane Tong was anxious in her heart, watching Fatty hesitate on both sides. The one who was able to make a move right now was Fatty, the leader of the gangster and the strong big man were both injured.

He couldn't see her eyes. But her body... she was fat. Undeniably, unmistakably fat. Kaelen's breath caught. The bond flared, an electric current that raced through his veins, settling deep in his chest. He'd been imagining someone fragile. Delicate. A small, soft Omega that would fit perfectly in his arms. She wasn't any of those things. But she was still beautiful. Her skin was like cream, smooth and unblemished despite the bruises on her face. He forced his gaze away, his expression carefully blank. He couldn't let anyone see that she affected him.