Lily Marston Weight Loss Novels & Stories

Lanterns lit the path even though the sun shone high. Inside the estate, Lilly stood before a full-length mirror, her wedding dress a masterpiece of satin and delicate lace that hugged her figure before flaring at the hips. The bodice was intricate with pearl beading, the neckline soft and romantic. Her belly was still barely a curve, hidden perfectly beneath the design. Marcy zipped her up, stepping back with a soft whistle. "Damn, girl. Link is going to pass out." Lilly laughed softly, smoothing the skirt. "He better."

Makeup covered my sickly pallor, and because I had lost weight, the outline of my cheekbones looked sharper, and more refined. “Call me any time, if you can’t take it,” Adam whispered in my ear, his hand lingering on my shoulder for a second, warm and firm. “I can do it.” I pushed the wheelchair away and stood up straight, before entering the conference room. I spotted Lily immediately. She was dressed to stun, in an expensive, lavender high-cut dress. She was weaving like a butterfly among several top medical investors. She soon came back to David’s side and initiated conversation with the attendees standing with him. He stood beside her, listening and smiling politely, but with a hint of d

She rolled her eyes. "Come on dear. She's different, okay. I'm sure you'll like her soon". Stella tapped her shoulders but that didn't stop Lily from glaring at me. "wait… is that my dress and slippers she's wearing?". Lily exclaimed. "Yes, baby. And she looks stunning. Don't you think?". Stella piped in, smiling at my appearance. "No. She looks like a glutton. What does a girl need extremely curvy hips and boobs as such for?. You need to visit the gym". She scoffed at me.

Due to privacy concerns, Lily had only invited a few close acquaintances to the ceremony. Lily was overjoyed. She had finally succeeded in becoming Mark’s wife. From this point forward, her life would no longer involve the struggles and competition of the entertainment industry. She had carefully planned everything. In a month’s time, she would fake a miscarriage, which would allow her to step away from the stage gracefully. If Mark’s family discovered she had been pretending to be pregnant, it would spell disaster for her. The best course of action was to quickly "get rid of" the baby before anyone found out.

She said smiling brightly that caused her cute dimples to prominent. "So friends?" Lily asked nervously. "Yeah! Friends." She excitedly shook her hand. Lily is very beautiful and stylish. The type that suits for magazines. She have beautiful thick blonde hair with natural shine. Her grey eyes are the most prominent feature on her face. She is taller than her by at least 5 feet. But she is not short. No no she is 5'5 and that is not short. “ so why kitchen/cooking?” Sabrina asked her as they walked to their next class.

Such a woman who took appearance so seriously. Lily naturally, was already halfway through her meal, a picture of unconcerned gluttony as she chomped on her breakfast and nodded to whatever mom was saying to her. The sunlight streaming through the tall windows at the side glinted off Lily’s perfectly styled hair, making her seem almost angelic. Don’t be fooled, she’s a viper in designer clothing. An annoying little -not so little anymore- brat.

“Nothing could possibly happen to the company. Don’t overthink it. Everything is fine.” “Why are you looking so haggard, then? You’ve got eye bags and haven’t removed your stubble. In addition, you look like you’ve lost weight.” Lyla sighed resignedly. She thought. “All because we still find it hard to accept the fact that we’ve lost two billion dollars.” Lyla, too, had lost weight these days. Chiara did not notice that because Lyla was always with her. “Hahaha! Isn’t it good that I lost weight? Many women were attracted to my physique back then. After I gained weight, even simple walks exhausted me. Therefore, I reduced my food and alcohol consumption. It looks like the method works.”

replied Lily with all excitement. They said bye to each other and Lily threw her phone onto the bed and started jumping on the bed. She jumped down and went straight to the bathroom. Took a quick shower. Stepping out of the bathroom, she was singing and dancing to Justin Bieber's song Baby and swinging her waist left and right. She opened her wardrobe and selected a red elegant halter neck sleeveless cocktail party swing midi evening dress. She put on the dress and did light make-up. She let her hair loose and allowed it to flow down her shoulder to her waist. The wavy dark brown hair made her look extravagant.

He was avoiding her like the plague. Shermaine couldn't help but find his efforts laughable. His feigned irritation didn't fool her. When they finally sat down to rest, Melanie slid over to Shermaine, the sickly-sweet scent of her perfume invading the air. It was the same perfume Shermaine had noticed in her bathroom at home. "Ms. Stout," Melanie cooed, "I've been using this new skincare product lately. It works wonders, and I thought you might want to try it. After all, you're almost thirty, right? Better start an anti-aging regime before it's too late."

She stared pointedly at my sagging breasts and the stretch marks scrawled across my abdomen, as if to underline my imperfections. Mark, oblivious to her veiled hostility, took her words at face value. "Are you kidding? She's lazy as anything. Ever since she gave birth, she hasn't even bothered putting on makeup." He chuckled, as though reciting a joke. "Lily, you're too kind for your own good, always speaking up for her like this," he added. His words flowed freely now, cruel in their ease. "Just look at her flab, piling up like layers of dough. I told her to lose weight, and she acts like I'm torturing her.