Ralphie May Weight Novels & Stories

Better. An hour later, I was ready. I love the look of surprise on Ralph's face when I arrived downstairs. He was enjoying himself alone at the dining, stuffing himself with fried chicken and French fries. I picked a piece of the French fries and threw it into my mouth. I also took a drumstick from his plate as I walked by. “What's happening? You're off somewhere? Travelling?" “Bye. Take care, Ralph and don't forget to have fun." I flashed him a sweet grin.

She thought to herself, "It's over. I ate too much supper these days. Will I be heavy? Will Cyrus despise me after carrying me?" The truth was Rachel was not fat. As she danced frequently, she had a very low body fat percentage. Besides, she was very tall. She looked thinner than people of the same weight. In fact, she actually weighed one hundred and five pounds only. Rachel raised her head to look at Cyrus. She suggested gingerly, "Why not... I piggyback you instead?" Even if she was exhausted, she couldn't let Cyrus be worn out! Everyone murmured in their hearts, "Are you serious?"

RALPH "Let her in," I ordered when I saw that the female had been struggling for minutes. She couldn't do anything to harm me, so there was no need to chase her away. The guards let her in and she strode her way before me, her dress was rumpled and her hair was disheveled and it covered her face. She had dirt marks on her face and she had a foul smell. She also looked like she could do well with a bath. "I have a report to make Alpha Ralph." Her voice was crocky and it sounded sore.

They’d just laughed when the call came in on his rotation. “I can’t stomach the idea of her goin’ to the hoosegow.” Ralph lowered the ice pack and dropped his double chin to his chest. “Aw, Opal, you know I didn’t mean it when I said I wished I woulda married Marion Lutter. She ain’t never held a candle to you in the looks department.” “And she can’t cook worth a damn either,” Opal said. “Makes you wonder how she’s so gol-durned, fat, huh?” Ralph peeped at her, wearing a hangdog look.

“If I have somehow become his mom, then of course my boyfriend is his dad.” “Exactly,” he said, grinning. “You got it.” Celia took her last bite and let out a small sigh as she dropped her fork. “Look at my stomach, all bloated,” she said, patting it lightly. Rafael reached out and gently rubbed her stomach, a soft smile tugging at his lips. “I might end up fat soon enough,” she teased. “Will you still like that?” “Nothing would change,” Rafael said, his voice calm. “As long as you don’t gain so much weight that it affects your health.”

I chuckled " hey Alex " I said and walked to her before hugging her tight. " good morning to you too sleeping beauty " she answered and squeezed me too and then sprayed kisses all over my face. " PDA guys " Ralph commented and walked past us into the kitchen. " oh spare us the speech and put on a shirt " she said to Ralph who had now taken a bottle of water out of the fridge. " oh I know I'm sexy... Right Betty " he said and smirked at me.

When they are in the second floor Klara whined holding her belly. “What?” Ralph asked looking at her pained expression. Does her belly hurt? He should’ve stopped her earlier. She ate lot of food. “I think I ate too much. I should burn more calories tomorrow” She said rubbing her round belly planning her work out in her mind. She slept like a log without proper exercise for four days to avoid this moron. She has to keep her body shape in check from tomorrow. She seemed to have gained a bit of weight in her thighs.

‘Freyja’s 5’7’’, and 110 pounds is already the most standard weight for her. ‘And I’m 5’3’’, but because I pay more attention to the maintenance of my shape, I’ve never allowed myself to weigh more than 100 pounds.’ Waylon lifted his gaze and took a glance at Daisie. “Yeah, it’s true that you’ve lost weight.” He moved the sliced loin steak from his plate onto hers. “You’ll only look healthier if you weigh slightly over 100 pounds.” Daisie put on an upset expression. “That’s considered fat, okay!?”

She noticed a small being wrapped behind Ralphie, making her intimidating. ‘Good, but why is our baby Kristof wrapped around your back?’ ‘Oh that...ahm, I got worried, and instead of leaving him here alone, I brought him with me instead.’ ‘Ralphie.’ ‘Sorry?!’ With disbelief, Kathy shook her head, but at the same time she could not stop smiling at how sometimes Ralphie acted amusing. She let Ralphie be off the hook and took her goddaughter to the prepared bedroom—the bedroom was spacious enough for a growing child. After settling the unconscious young lady on the soft mattress, Kathy can't help but to hope for a better life for her.

“Agatha! Ms. Julie wants to say something!” I can’t open my eyes. “Julie,” Agatha’s voice whispered in my ear. “What is it, dear? Take your time.” I swallowed and tried again. “Ralph… is he…?” A thumb brushed across my brows. “He’s fine, dear. Strong as an ox—and stubborn like one too,” she snorted in disapproval. I smiled. “That’s great….” *****