Shred Diet Novels & Stories

tattooed somewhere. They were the definition of a dream team—the perfect duo, both on the track and off, and the kind of best friends you rarely come across. They were more like brothers. Grady Moore stood at about 6’2”, and he was a specimen. Built like a damn river barge —but oddly so lean that if he claimed to have 0% body fat, I would believe him. It made sense, considering he was a total health nut. Everything he ate was organic and some shade of green. If he ate meat, it had to be lean, trimmed, and grass-fed. His mornings started with an organic protein shake, followed by freshly made juice—because he refused to buy anything pre-made.

"Starting tomorrow, that ends. You are going to be placed on a strict, regimented diet. No sugar, no processed garbage, and a severe reduction in your caloric intake. You need to drop this excess weight and get your body under strict control." "You are out of your mind," Sheba hissed, her voice trembling with rage as she glared at him. "We are in the middle of a corporate war, and you have the audacity to sit there and fat-shame me? Who gave you the right to dictate what I eat?"

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.

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.

He told me I had six weeks to drop as much fat weight as I could before he finished me off with the knife and that after three weeks of healing I would look like a new person. I stuck to a regimented diet eating only thirteen hundred calories a day, all veggies and a little fish, and worked out four to five times a week. The fat started melting off. I quit smoking and drinking and watched as the scale became my new best friend. I dropped ten pounds a week with the “Magic Bullet Diet” and walked into my doctor’s office a changed person. He almost failed to recognize me. He noted that I went from 198 pounds to138 pounds that my blood work revealed a totally healthy and fit new system.