Fat Schmidt Novels & Stories

“All this time you’ve been walking around the house in those baggy hoodies and loose jeans, pretending to be the perfect innocent little stepsister… and you’re actually Lunar Katt? The masked slut who twerks her ass and spreads her dripping pussy on camera for thousands of guys?” Her mouth fell open and closed several times opened again. Her face had gone completely pale like she was about to pass out. “Please… Nelson, it’s not what you think. I can explain…” I pulled my phone out, opened my secret folder, and hit play. The sound of her own pornstar moans immediately filled the small bathroom. On the screen, Lunar Katt was on all fours, completely naked except for the black mask, back arched

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 smacked his arm playfully. We got to his car, as his driver opened the door for us. "Mmm...you're getting too fancy for me now Jemy." I got inside his posh car, he follows me and sits beside me. He let out his deep chuckle, then told the driver to head on to the next place. I was astounded when I saw the sign. Sailor. The surroundings were all manly but highly decorated to be flashy. "Jeremy! You fucking took me to a gay bar! Fuck yes! I love you so so much!" I hugged him tightly, making him laughed his heart out.

“This is not tension, Mr. Sica, I absolutely despise you. As cold as it might sound, I cannot trust you. You have proven to me that you are a man who would not hesitate to throw people to gutters once you are done with them. But it is fine, isn't it? It is what CEO’s do.” The car suddenly swerved left and surprisingly enough it was Mr. Sica’s doing. He looked angry. Not that he was fuming or had veins bulging across his forehead. His anger was the type a calculated man. It was pretty clear why he was a top gun and still remained at the top in the business world. He was a pretty great actor. I fixed my attention to the back to see how Samuel was faring forgetting the safety seat were still wo

“Okay but what if am not ready to answer a question” “Just say so and we will skip that question” I said and she nods. “Okay, first off, favorite color?” She asks. “Blue or probably black. Favorite movie?” I said. “Hawkeye. Favorite song?” “Believer by Imagine Dragons. Meat or Vegetable?” “Meat. Favorite food?” “Spaghetti. Genre of music?” “Pop. Books or movies?” “Movies. Hobby?” “Writing. How about you tell me more about you?” She asks.

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,

### Sincerely The moment the Elders filed out of the room, the fragile curtain of Bianca’s "glowing forgiveness" dropped completely. She leaned back against the plush cushions of the sofa, looking up at me with an arch, mocking smile. "I'm famished, Sincerely. Go to the kitchen and make me lunch. A dish of roasted garlic butter salmon with wild rice and lemon cream. You know it’s my absolute favorite—don't mess it up." The heavy silence in the living room shattered into a wave of hushed whispers. The remaining household staff stared at me, their faces a twisted mix of scorn, satisfaction, and pity. The former Luna of Mooncrest, reduced to a kitchen servant for her rival in a matter of second

Everyone turned around and saw Fatty Frank standing up. As though Angel saw a beacon of hope, she screamed, “Fatty Frank, save me!” “What are you going to do about, Fatso?!” Lothar linked his fingers and cracked them. The loud pops from the joints of his fingers made Fatty Frank flinch. “Lothar, let’s talk.” Fatty Frank bit the bullet and decided to negotiate with the man. He went up to him with a flattering expression and said, “We are all from New Moon Corporation. We can pay…”

But this time, he had to hold back. He looked at the slender woman sitting across from him, her delicate fingers confidently holding a cup of milk, as if she didn’t notice how meager this table was for someone of her birth. Bread, jam, milk. That was all she had. All she could offer a duke. Damian understood why she was so thin. He also understood that his brother would never have been interested in a woman like her. Too noble. Too proud. Michael had loved entirely different women—the kind who whispered sweet words to him in bed and demanded expensive gifts.

Freddy shot Gemma a triumphant grin as the worker finally relented and took their order. They walked up to the window and paid, just like the cars before them. When their order was ready, Gemma insisted that the crew at the window take a picture with them. The workers laughed and squeezed in for the photo, fries and milkshakes in hand. Dipping fries into chocolate shakes turned out to be the highlight of the night—better than any bar or round of pool. They wandered back to the dorm, sitting on the steps outside, eating and talking until the fries were gone and the shakes were nothing but icy slush.