Fat Novels & Stories

“ Katty, tell them I can go first, “ Faye said with puppy dog eyes. Her teary eyes almost convinced me, but if I wanted to be a Luna I had to be fair. “ Maya, Mabel, handle this, “ I commanded whilst finishing the eggs. “ Since when were you in charge? “ Maya complained Oh my lord, I didn’t have time for this. “ My father, the alpha of this pack, did. Do what I say, “ I hiss I reach for the spatula to flip the bacon, but accidentally reach my hand into the grease. The heat of the grease seeped into my hand and spread what felt like fire up my arm. “ Shit! “ I growl running to the sink holding my hand. “ Not very good at it I see, Miss. Katherine, “ Maya says m

And John being her blank check makes her more possessive. "Listen I am going home-" I feel a bit sick today "-I feel a bit sick today-" can you take the rest of my shift "-can you take the rest of my shift," I almost laughed at how she doesn't even try to change the excuse. This is what happens once every week. I am so used to the same excuse that I have memorized her words now. Some people never change and some people are not only Reena but me too as I nod my head in agreement.

“ Be outspoken. This office is soundproof anyway.” “I know that,” Morgan snarled at her. “Anyway, It’s Rude.” “Rude? Who’s rude?” Sandra asked, perplexed. “The rude waiter...” Morgan said reluctantly. It took a brief moment for Sandra to realize. “The hottie? Oh my gosh, how cool did he fight them off?” Sandra asked, childishly. “Don’t make it sound like that. I hated and still hate the encounter,” Morgan pointed out but Sandra ignored her.

I barely let out. He chuckled, “It’s a private jet, sis, they leave when I want.” He placed me on the ground. Taking in my face. “Iris, you dying?” Well… He was as brass as always. “Ohh- I mean you look pale looking… smaller-” He looked me down. “And skinny. You okay?” I smiled at him, “Marcus, I’m fine.” I waved him off, “Just on a no-carb diet.” He nodded,

She had an upset stomach and was now passing out liquid excrete. Bent in her purging position, she began pondering on what could have triggered such. For the past two days she hadn't had something to eat except... "It's that fucking chunk of meat," Dale cursed and resumed her groaning. She screamed at the top of her voice that one would think she was in labour. She had stolen a warthog's meat. Which was not properly cooked. The unhealthily prepared meat of the dirty snorting creature had poisoned her.

Freda put her hand on her forehead frustratedly. She couldn’t reach Paul and although she didn’t want to freak out, it was hard not to when she hadn’t been able to reach him all day long. She let a loose breath of air as the nerves started coiling inside her. “Where the hell is this idiot when you need him?” She muttered coldly, her anger seeping through each syllable. She huffed and threw her phone on the couch, clutching her head and settling herself on the couch.

What is this power? *** "Favorite food?" Chloe asked crystal. "Chick-Fil-A" crystal didn't hesitate to answer "Om freaking jeez" she exclaimed gaining an eye roll from me. "My turn" Crystal says after looking at me with 'the' look "Oh no" I thought "Ooohh yes, girl" Chloe responded making me realise I had said that out loud. "So we've been wondering ... " Crystal trailed off in a failed attempt to create suspense but I knew exactly what was coming.

she said. "You know what's funny," Jason said "What?" They all asked. "I just ate three chilli-cheese burger and I'm still hungry," he moaned rubbing his stomach. "Jacob." "Yes?" "Do us all a favor and smack him."

"You look so skinny, but you want to lose even more weight? What do you want to be a bone marrow?" My cheeks heated with embarrassment because of what he said. I rolled my eyes on him and ate quietly. He noticed my reaction, so he immediately comforted me. "Hey, sorry. I don’t understand why you need to be on a diet when your body is already good?" I did not answer; I just stared at him. It's annoying because I feel ashamed of what he said. “Hey, Alli, I’m sorry. Talk to me, please.” He said. I just hissed at him.

He laughed softly “Not like that. Just... Just take a good look at me, realize that you are not the only one marked, that you are not the only one with stretch marks or stories on your body.” He took my hands and brought them to his hips, making me feel slight lifts in those places. “Are you forgetting my past?” He asked raising his hands when mine continued to outline their marks “Are you forgetting that I weigh 120 kilos? Don't you remember my constant struggle with being overweight? Do you think I downgraded and got this body out of nowhere and that wouldn’t have at least a mark of what I was?” As he spoke, I noticed that there were more white lines on his abdomen and in the area around h