Life In The Fasting Lane Novels & Stories

Everything was pitch black. In fact, Zayn’s only light source in the entire space was a candle three meters away from him. Its flame was so dim that an ordinary person would have thought that it was still pitch black, but it was like broad daylight for Zayn. He could see so clearly that even the ants crawling on the floor were visible to him. Furthermore, he had been fasting for those three days and had not eaten anything. Using this method, he was able to bring himself to his prime state.

"If that's what you want to do, but you know I don't like the idea of you being out there on your own." "I know, I know, I'll be careful. I promise!" Lani and Jax strolled hand-in-hand through the club with subtle smiles on their faces. As they did, they ignored the angry shouts of Isabella and smiled at the riders, Lani in farewell. She was going to miss waking up every morning and eating with Blake just as she was going to miss talking to Charlie when she went to work but, she had to do it. Scar had unknowingly become her new dream and she was determined to win him back, no matter the cost. Looking up at the night sky, the stars shining brighter than they had the night before, Lani felt co

Foul Mouth is getting away with accusing me of saying dirty crap. He pretends to take the hoity-toity high road. “Susans everywhere are dreadfully offended.” “Alright, alright,” I snort. “I’m sorry. Are you satisfied?” “Very. Let’s banish butt holes from our minds and concentrate on the real shit.” Great. Looks like I’m not going to catch a break after all. “As to our lifestyle, we’ve all made it this far, and no one has found us or found out. We’re careful. Extra careful. Always. There’s no getting sloppy. Or you could just get out of it. This life, I mean.”

"Eat." Lane picked up his bowl and took a sip. The soup was hot, with the rough fragrance of flatbread boiled open. He took two sips, then set the bowl on his knee and looked up. The night market spread out before him—lantern light, steam from pots, people's backs, vendors' hands turning food, a child running between stalls raising a small gust of wind. All of it moved, all of it made sound, all of it released smells. He sat among it, feeling himself being wrapped by these things.

"Yeah, I'm craving the chicken and fries and burger and a coke and just that whole package. Its finger lickin' good." "Someone's appetite is back." He smiles. A few minutes later, we pull up to the fast food restaurant. It's almost midnight and we are the only two people here. The second we get the chicken, I dig right in and wolf it down to the last piece. "Sorry." I try not to belch. "I haven't eaten the whole day. And it was a long long day." "I can tell." He chuckles. "How was the funeral?" "Crazy." I sigh. "Lana just found out that Rooney was her brother. And it's actually the reason he killed himself. He couldn't live with himself so he just hang himself. Who could tell that was the re

“I missed you so much.” Lance asked me to meet him at this fast food chain called Jollibee which was the newest craze in town. I don’t know what was the fuss all about but I was looking at the cue and it was long as fuck. In my entire existence, I have never seen a fast food chain that has a line longer than Rapunzel’s hair. This was new to me and I’m intrigued if the food was all the reason why the place was buzzing with customers. “Good, I had an interesting day today which was a first.” Lance muttered and I would say he was busy. I guess it’s because of the wedding gig. “I usually hangout alone at home and wait for the time to pass by but today’s a bit different.”

It’s nice to enjoy the relaxed environment and get to know some of the special teams’ players. The food arrives and we dig in. Lane tries to grab a cheese stick from my plate and I slap his hand. “Touch my food and you’ll lose your fingers. I’m starved.” He rubs the back of his hand like I actually hurt him. “Did anyone ever tell you a woman should eat salad and pretend she’s never hungry?” I laugh and plop the cheese stick he was after into my mouth. I moan over the creamy cheese and fried sin. “Nope, I missed that memo,” I say after I swallow half the cheese stick.

“Barely.” We stayed like that for a minute—two broken Leightons trying to hold each other together—before I finally stood. “Are you hungry?” He blinked at me, surprised. “Starving.” “Then come on.” I grabbed my jacket. “You’re not surviving on motel peanuts tonight.” The fast-food joint down the street was mostly empty, its floor glistening under fluorescent lights. The smell of grease and stale fries filled the air. Liam devoured his burger like it was the best meal he’d ever had, talking with his mouth full as he told me everything.

The group gathered around a campfire, eating spiritual beast meat and drinking soup made of spiritual herbs. Tears trickled down Pigsy’s cheeks. “Finally, I can eat something good! I might’ve starved to death if I kept hanging out with these women!” Alex was surprised. “Why would you starve to death?” Zendaya replied that she was on a diet, so she hadn’t eaten much usual human food. Fasting was considered a type of training after all. Mystic Maiden took even more extreme measures. Since she wasn’t a mortal, she didn’t have to eat.

Why did I only understand how I felt after I'd already lost her forever? *** Epilogue II Third-Person POV After Yara died, Shawn went after Johan's company. When two heavyweights went to war, everybody took a hit. Their friends set up a dinner to force a truce. Johan and Shawn showed up as a favor, but both looked ready to tear into each other. Johan was a wreck. Shawn had lost so much weight that his eyes looked huge in his gaunt face. "Don't think I'll ever forgive you." "Give me Blackie, and I'll help you finish this," Johan said.