Talia Jackson Weight Loss Novels & Stories

she says, that got her another round of four smack over her sitting spots. "Why don't you own a jacket Talia? What's so important that you couldn't buy one" I ask. "My old one broke and I can't afford it" she says sobbing sadly, I decided that was enough for her, I pulled her back up and fixed her clothes, she was sobbing into my chest. Why doesn't she own a jacket? She can't not be able to afford it, I know the company pays well, even for someone in Talia's work position.

“Wow. Stalker much?” It was none other than Jalen Todd. Of course it was. And of course, it had to be that picture. The “skinny bikini” one. Nia tilted her head. “At the time… how much weight had you lost?” “About a hundred twelve pounds,” I said. “But I got too thin.” “Damn right,” Nia said. “You were bones, boobs, and ass.” We all cracked up, the kids oblivious to the conversation, still happily eating.

She swallowed, mouth dry, and managed to mumble, "Yes. That would be alright. Thank you, Ajaxson." With that, the moon princess glanced back at the chicken on her plate, stabbing it a bit hard than necessary. In reality, she was imagining it to be Ajaxson's head. Talia wanted to shrink back on herself, wanted to give in to the pressure that's crushing her chest, stop breathing and perhaps make all these people around her disappear. ***

Talia was huffing and puffing when Keith stopped the treadmill. "I think we are done for today. I collected necessary data." Talia was embarrassed. She thought that she was running for hours, but the machine showed only 26 minutes. Talia started with a walk that gradually progressed into a jog, yet she felt like her soul will leave through her mouth and she was sweating profusely. She was not aware that she was that flimsy. Talia didn't lazy around, but she never ran or did anything physically taxing; that combined with her poor diet and mostly hiding in the attic, led to the outcome that she could literally feel her energy draining once she started to jog.

By the third day, she ate all the delicacies that her doctors and health managers told her not to eat because it would make her heart more broken—Talia did not care anymore. For her, her life was already limited. What would be the difference between eating this and eating that? Her ending had long been decided anyway. So she ate good foods to her heart’s content until she became sleepy. When she woke up, she changed to a rather provocative style of a dress which was a total opposite to she usually wore in order to impress Jaxon Elijah. That night, she partied as if it was her last. Without her medication, Talia was free from the side effects brought by the medicine. She was not numbed anymor

He had never met a woman who could forget and give up on a man despite living with him for more than ten years, one who’d managed to free herself from him without any hesitation. Mark had refused to tell her the truth, so he was stuck too. However, as a result, everyone was suffering. Most importantly, Tiffany had lost weight. She could no longer gobble up three large meals. Her cheeks were not as plump anymore, and while her weight loss had made her even more attractive, it had happened out of exhaustion. That difference was very important. Jackson left after dinner. He was staying in a hotel nearby and did not mention how long he’d be there.

Her collarbones showed now, and the lines of her waist were starting to come in. She actually looked pretty as long as she wore some makeup. I lowered my eyes and put on a defeated expression. "I don't know what's going on either. I barely eat, and my trainer works out with me every day, but I still can't lose the weight." The second she saw how miserable I looked, the smile tugging at the corner of Talia's mouth finally widened. "Maybe it's just genetics," she replied smugly. "Some people are just born lucky. I must be one of God's favorites. I could eat junk food every day and still lose weight."

I turn around. Talia Jett, I note her name from the nametag on her chest, is standing in the center of my suite looking like she's been hit by something she didn't see coming. And she truly didn’t. The tuxedo jacket is two sizes too large, the collar sitting wrong on her shoulders. Her hair has come half-loose. Her hands are clutching nothing because she had dropped the bottle earlier, in the hallway. I heard the crash. And all she’s trying to do right now is hold herself together through sheer grip strength.

Talia screamed before fainting dramatically. Cora motioned for someone to carry Talia out, chuckling. "That lady is ridiculous. She made the wrong choice, yet shes blaming Dr. Hale for her own foolishness. No wonder she lost everything, she deserved it." Malias face burned with shame, knowing they had no one to blame but themselves. She could not believe she had made such a foolish mistake. Suddenly, Jackson lunged forward and grabbed Dereks collar. He growled, "Don’t get cocky, you just got lucky! Here in Beacon Moon Territory, I can still destroy you without breaking a sweat!"

My friend was beautiful whether or not she tried to be. Then we had Tali also know as Talia She was the quiet one but she could gossip. She knew everything about everyone and when she had a boss that was a ghost she began hacking and still couldn't find anything and that frustrated her to the bone. She was part of the designing team. She had to design apps she thought was useful to us, humans and then install it on to the phone. She was great with her blue bob hairstyle and her brown eyes that shined when she figured something out. She was five foot six with an amazing ass.