Shred Diet Novels & Stories

After sitting opposite Drew for the last few years, I’ve become rather good at them. “I’d better get going,” I put my packed lunch in my bag, relieved that this is the last one of the week. I can’t stomach much more brown rice, red pepper salad and chicken. Still, it will have been worth it. I’ve stuck to this diet religiously for four days. If, after this, my jeans don’t make my bum look like I’ve spent five years wired up to the squat rack, I’ll be asking this slimming company for all my money back. At least I would if I had renewed my memberships in the last couple of years. “Hopefully some of us will have more luck in the love-life department this weekend,” I smile, putting my bag over m

“I didn’t see you being so jealous when I was with Melanie. Unless you’ve been keeping quiet about that.” “...” Embarrassment washed over her face as he exposed the truth. “I can’t be bothered with this. I’m heading downstairs to make dinner.” She threw the towel at him and headed for the stairs. The second she stepped into the kitchen, Shelley approached her with a diet plan. “Young Madam, this is the diet plan designed specially for Eldest Young Master. Keeping his illness in mind, I recommend his main meals be nutritious and easily digestible. It’s best to avoid eating and drinking at an unreasonable amount.”

he said, his tone dripping with amusement. I shot him a glare but started clearing the table anyway, my frustration smoldering beneath the surface. The meal had been simple yet excellent. I had to admit, I was a little concerned about Kathrine’s dietary choices. As the CEO of a nutrition company, I had spent years preaching about balanced diets and the importance of plant-based nutrients. "Eat more vegetables" was practically an industry commandment. My company specialized in superfood powders, protein supplements, and meal replacements for optimal health.

But Shawn slammed the menu down on the table and said seriously, "No. We're eating right here. You young folks should save where you can. Besides, we're not doing anything shady. There's no need to hide from anyone." His words carried a pointed meaning. Talia and Henry exchanged glances, silently understanding the implication. Since Shawn had made his stance clear, they didn't press further. Soon, Shawn's additional two dishes arrived. They were both vegetables. Talia glanced at Henry, worried that the dishes might not be good enough for Shawn. Shawn could tell what was on their minds and said, "I'm old now. Eating less meat and more greens helps me stay healthy." Henry smiled warmly. "You'r

"You think you are hot shit? Besides your sugar daddy, who is gonna come for you?" She seized my dress and ripped it, the blood-soaked fabric scattering like confetti. "Wearing my dress and stealing my man? Let's show everyone what a slut you are! I am Clarence's wife. You're just a toy he discarded. You think you can take my place?" I snapped my head up, pain lancing through my chest. Clarence Thompson and I had been together for seven years. He'd spoiled me, going out of his way to make me feel cherished. He'd drive thirty minutes after work to buy my favorite cupcakes. He'd planned ninety-nine wedding proposals to give me a fairy-tale moment.

If anything, I craved more, the addiction setting in deep. Slipping into one of his shirts—oversized, crisp white cotton smelling like him, the hem barely skimming my thighs—I padded barefoot toward the kitchen. The penthouse was a marvel: sleek marble floors cool under my feet, modern art on the walls that probably cost more than my annual salary, and that view—endless skyline, a testament to his power. There he was, in nothing but low-slung gray sweatpants that hung dangerously low on his hips, revealing the V of muscle that made my mouth water. Alexander Voss, billionaire tyrant, making breakfast like it was the most normal thing in the world. His back was to me, broad shoulders flexing a

After a short while, the sound of food being chopped could be heard from the kitchen. Stella stretched her neck and asked, "Mom, are you making more dishes?" Grace did not respond. But not much later, she brought out a plate of specially processed smoked asparagus wrapped in bacon. She said, "I soaked the ingredients in water to reduce its salt content. I even removed all the fat from the bacon. So, this dish isn't high in fat or salt content. Eating this won't have a significant impact on your weight loss plan." Grace thought, 'Stella is so slim. Losing more weight might turn her into a stick. But for the sake of her work, she continues dieting every day. She's stopping herself from eating

Sloan shook his head, the man was living a healthy lifestyle and Hendry knew that he judges his choice of take-out order every time. "And because of that look, go ahead and add their gooey chocolate chip cookies." "I'm giving you the look because you need to live a healthier lifestyle." "Hey, I spent all morning under the sun, walking, swinging my golf clubs, that's pure work out right there." Hendry laughed when Sloan squinted his eyes but said nothing. The guy knows not to challenge his boss. Hendry still looks fit, though he knew that Sloan was right, he'd feel better with less salt, processed cheese, and grease in his diet.

Her left eye twitched. Breakfast: Soft scrambled eggs (NO browning) Avocado slices (ripe but not mushy) Toast (lightly crisped, not dry) Coffee (strong, no sugar; milk on side) Coffee (with sugar, two spoons — James) Lunch: Grilled chicken (well-marinated, low oil) Steamed vegetables (fresh, no frozen) Rice (fluffy, separate grains) Side salad (no excess dressing) Dinner: Soup (clear, not oily)

Lately, her cats and dogs had been shedding vigorously so she would gather them whenever she was free and clean it before making it into a pillow. Because she accidentally mentioned that her pets were shedding, Nathan immediately recommended a brand of dog food to Hilda, saying that dogs would shed less if they ate that. After exchanging their thoughts on skin care, it was already lunch. Naturally, Nathan stayed for lunch and while they were eating, Hilda turned on her phone to read the financial news. Unexpectedly, she stumbled upon a shocking piece of news that had blown up with the title of 'He Was Once the Number 1 Richest Man, but He Failed to Regain the Public's Interest so He Is Now a