Judge Jeanine Weight Loss Novels & Stories

After he mulled over his thoughts, Luca asked, “Miracle Doctor Woods…no. Mr. Woods, will there be any complications if she loses that much weight in such a short time? Will it affect the young miss’s health?” “Don’t worry; there won’t be any complications. Furthermore, she won’t go back to her initial weight, and her skin will be supple and bouncy!” Fane spoke confidently. “Oh. That’s great then!” Luca heaved an internal sigh of relief. “Before, we had invited so-called professionals to help our young miss lose weight. Unfortunately, not only was it difficult for her to lose two or three kilos, but she’d even gain over 10 kilos a few days after that.”

I nodded. She laughed. I don't really understand what's so funny. Being around them makes me feel like a clown. Julia was the one who always kept them in check. "Sorry for laughing," Vivian said. "Actually, I know someone who sells something like that. A friend of mine has seen a lot of testimonies from her customers. Maybe you should give it a try." "Really?" My eyes sparkled with delight. "Yeah. And it's not even expensive. In just three months, you'll start watching all that fat disappear. You'll be slender like me—though you might need to fix the saggy skin afterward."

"This is the canteen and had the same food every day. You can eat well just because you are relieved." Jessica didn't retort this time. She just smiled and said, "I don't care. It's delicious anyway..." "Eat more if it's delicious. You've been too skinny recently." Did I lose weight? Jessica didn't notice it. However, it was a good thing that women at their age could slim down. She only smiled and said, "Sister-in-law, don't worry. I'm relieved that he's awake now. I can gain weight easily." As she spoke, she buried her head in her food again.

Vlad replied, amused. Jane was wearing faded blue jeans with strategic tears near the thighs and knees, a loose plaid shirt rolled up to her elbows over a low cut black top and flat shoes that she usually wore indoors for comfort. He was thankful she wasn't wearing her favourite pair of biker boots to the dining table. He was also pleased to see that her enforced inactivity while she recovered from her wounds had added some thickness to her compact curves. He'd never liked the way she had exercised herself into nothingness in order to keep up with her male counterparts on the police force.

“Or do you just not care because you’ve never had to control yourself?” “I’ll clean it,” I say quickly. “I’ll make more.” He laughs. Short. Ugly. “Make more?” His eyes drag over me, slow and deliberate. “You’ve already had plenty, haven’t you?” My face burns. I stare at the floor. At the sauce spreading between the cracks. “You know what people see when they look at you?” he continues. “They see a fat girl who doesn’t know when to stop. Eating. Standing. Existing. Just too much.”

Those men were drooling at Jean like rats in the sewage ditch with stench all over their bodies. The look in her eyes was disgusting. The man who was called Gavin had a belly that was bigger than a 10-month pregnant woman. He came up to grab Jean’s hand, but Jean swiftly dodged it. “You look more beautiful than in the videos, Miss Mitchell.” He rubbed his hands with an unfortunate look on his face. The stare gave Jean goosebumps all over her body. “Absolutely. Jean has been ranked No. 1 in the entertainment industry for three consecutive years. She is a pure natural beauty.” There was a burst of disgusting laughter in the room.

Cryne, the lady who stayed quiet a while ago as she finished her food, spoke as her eyes widened while pointing at the plate that Jingfei had just lowered down. The woman nodded, "I can." She answered briefly while taking her own seat. "I'm jealous!" Florine blurted out. "I can't eat that much since I gain weight easily." She added while gently patting her stomach. Cryne's face twisted at the sudden cry of her friend, "Your manager had forbidden you from eating too much because you're too lazy to do some workout. It's not that you gain easily, Florine!" She pointed out at her friend and turned her gaze back at Jingfei once again, "Do you workout, Feifei?"