Fat Novels & Stories

A hand swiftly caught my elbow, steadying me with a frustrated growl. "If you're not going to take the Advil or hydrate yourself then, at the very least, sit the fuck down because I don't plan on being your crutch," he seethed, picking me up and setting me on the cool countertop. Ace began tapping my cheek lightly, "come on, focus baby and just drink the damn water." He, then, grabbed the glass of water on the table and took a large sip of it, "See, I haven't put anything in it. If I wanted to kill you, I wouldn't drug you. That would show up in a toxicology report."

It's from Monika. *How is your little peanut doing?* She texts. This little whore did not! ... (to be continued)

Kadeer strolled in the kitchen and tried to be nosy. “What are y’all making?” he asked, picking up my ingredients, and I slapped his hand away. “Don’t touch, sir.” I giggled. “We’re trying to make Kala feel better, Daddy,” Layla said as I handed her and Ariah the chocolate to start laying down on top of the graham crackers. “Really? So what is it?” he asked. “Ms. Devyn’s famous bakes s’mores,” Danai said proudly. “Famous?” Kadeer raised a brow at me.

He mused and her eyes widened even more. "Won't you think it's kinky? A male teacher with a young hot girl in this position aloneeeee." He slurred the last part and she gulped hearing that 'hot' word, her head already started playing all the scenarios making her heart to beat more faster but she was unable to pay much attention to the scenarios rather her attention was fully consumed with his giant body standing so close to her, his large hands resting firmly on her jeans clad thighs, his intoxicated scent invading her nostrils and not to mention his deep raspy voice.

"The footage is... adequate. It meets the technical requirements." ​"Adequate?" Mateo laughed, shaking his head. "You’re being a bore, Luke. Just admit she’s the best thing to happen to your media department since you took over." ​Luke ignored Mateo. He stepped around the desk, stopping inches away from me. The scent of his expensive, cold cologne filled my lungs. Up close, he was even more intimidating, but beneath the arrogance, I saw the fatigue in his eyes. For a split second, I wanted to reach out and touch his arm, to ask him if his head still hurt when it rained.

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Chapter One Chloe I stared at my reflection in the mirror, observing how my top clung tightly to my body while my jeans were a little bigger than what most girls wore. As a child, I used to imagine myself as a tall supermodel with the stereotypical "slim waist" that all the boys desired. But as the reality of being a "fat girl" set in, I faced constant bullying and ridicule. Weighing in at around two hundred pounds, I became the target of relentless taunts. Every day, as I walked through the school gates, I was greeted with hurtful comments like, "Hey Fatty, I heard you sweat bacon grease." The popular kids were merciless, chipp

"How bad is it really? I've never seen anything like that." Hawk flexed his shoulder slightly. "Getting better." Lily frowned. "Fast. So fast." Quill muttered under his breath. "Too fast." She didn't push. "I figured you hadn't eaten," she said, tossing him the coffee and a sandwich. Hawk caught it without blinking. "I'm wired enough, trust me." Lily gave him a look. "Doesn't count. Adrenaline and Body fluids aren't lunch." She dropped her bag by the couch table and crossed her arms. "So. Alpha now. Remember, the human in the room needs more explanations."

Between me and Micheal breaking up and now Kita acting crazy, I just couldn't catch a break. I decided not to cook that night so I called and ordered pizza. We sat in the game room and watched movies as we ate. I was enjoying the day and excited to see the kids curl up beside their daddy. Aza was in his lap with her head laying on his chest. That girl loves her daddy. She was true daddy girls. Tonight was watching Frozen. Aza request. It was her turn to pick. The boys thought it was too childish, but we watched it with her.

Dumb right? I bumped into someone when I took the next turn sending their drink flying out of their hand, and all over my shirt. I reached for her hand to hold her steady, she almost slipped. “Oh, my God, you have no idea how sorry I-” The woman did not even let me land. “WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU? CAN’T YOU WATCH WHERE YOU’RE GOING? ARE YOU STUPID, OR DUMB, OR JUST PLAIN BLIND?”