Joe Machi Weight Loss Novels & Stories

“Or am I hallucinating?” “He’s so hot,” another said, quickly adjusting her hair. “He never comes to parties like this.” Then, my eyes drifted across the crowded room to the kitchen island. Joe. He was leaning against the counter, a red solo cup held loosely in one hand. Even in a room full of athletes, he stood out. Six feet plus of solid muscle, his jawline looking like it had been carved from granite. His pale blonde hair was slightly mussed, and those piercing ice-blue eyes were fixed on the far wall, radiating a supreme, untouchable indifference.

MacJoe was talking to hinself Inside his bedroom without anybody around him, Few hours later, MacJoe called Leo, “hi guy” Leo responded, “how are you today?“ he asked, “I am very happy, and excited” Macjoe retorted, “what made you happy and excited?“ Leo asked, “what I have been battling for more than a decade, I finally overcome, and my mission to stay away from illicit has been accomplished, am now a new being” MacJoe retorted, “that Is a great news” Leo said, “and how Is your have doing, have you started getting along?“ Leo asked,

Joe barked from the kitchen. Joe was a man who looked like he’d been deep-fried himself. He sweated grease and had a heart made of gravel. He didn't care that I was tired. He didn't care about anyone. To him, I was just a machine that moved coffee. "I'm on it, Joe," I whispered. My voice was scratchy. It was worn down to nothing. I wondered if I’d ever have a normal conversation again, or if I’d just spend the rest of my life saying, Do you want fries with that?

She does a quick makeup check in the mirror to make sure thinking about Pops didn't mess it up too bad, hops out, and makes her way to the main entrance of the "BC." "Hey Sam, How you doin' tonight?" From a jolly voice is heard from Joe, the usual bouncer and door guy at the "BC. " Joe has been working at "BC" on the weekends for over 10 years now. He's in his early 40s at this point, but he is still a big, mean looking guy that stands over 6 foot 5 inches tall and easily weighs more than 300 pounds. As usual, Joe can typically be seen with a cigarette hanging out of the corner of his mouth with more ash hanging off the end of it than it has left to burn.

"What? Get rid of him?" She must have realized her voice was too loud, so she glanced around nervously before continuing in a softer tone. I didn’t catch the rest of their conversation, but I sent David a message, warning him to be careful. He didn’t reply. I returned to my hellish regimen, watching my weight drop: 150 pounds, then 120, then 110, 100, and finally down to 95 pounds. The day my training ended was about two weeks before the New Year, and every major company was holding its annual celebration.

She held her head high arrogantly, looking at me provocatively while stuffing various high-calorie foods into her mouth. "Did you run around for nothing again, Dakota?" she taunted. Jonah looked at me with disdain and openly fed Freya right in front of me. "With the way you look right now, you should just give up on trying. You're never going to lose all that weight!" I knew then that all those gyms and weight-loss centers rejecting me were their doing. But I didn't care. Their smug, triumphant smiles weren't going to last very long. …

The day before the Imperial Academy trial, my online boyfriend told me his friend had drawn me as his partner. Before I could even process what he meant, he dragged me into a group chat. "Congratulations, Liam! You drew yourself a 200-pound partner!" Right after that, someone posted a photo of me from three years ago for everyone to see. In it, I wore an XL ceremonial robe, my face so chubby my ears practically disappeared. The chat instantly exploded with laughter. "God, that's not a werewolf. That's a porcupine on two legs." "A bet's a bet, Liam. You drew her yourself!" "Who says his partner is useless? She could sit on the prey and crush it to death! Hahaha!" Before long, someone started