Romans & histoires The Diet Fantasy

"I saw it yesterday. You could barely run. Could barely stay on your feet. How long had you been dieting? Months? A year?" I looked away. "Six months." "Six months of starving yourself for a mate who rejected you anyway. Did it work? Did he want you more after you lost weight?" "No," I whispered. "That's because he was a fool. And you're done punishing yourself for his inadequacies." Dante stood and came around the table, filling a plate and setting it in front of me. "Eat. Now." The command in his voice made my wolf submit automatically. I picked up the fork with shaking hands and took a bite. Then another. Before I knew it, I was eating steadily, my body crying out for the nutrition it had

I scoff, and one side, still feeling enraged at the presence of Cassandra in this room. “Look Tristian, I don’t care what you do with your life but if you actually wants to live Long…” Actually I don’t care about living long but still listen to what she has to say anyways. “…you better get a Dietitian. A Good one and I’m available to be your diet planner. You need to be more Conscious of what you eat, drink…” “No thanks. I don’t need your services. And If you are pestering me because of the payment, I can base you on a Salary without you having to do anything for me.” I offered, bored of her lectures already.

Their grandmother was so worried she could barely eat, so Diana decided to try cooking in an effort to cheer her up. To her surprise, she discovered she enjoyed it. Preparing ingredients and focusing on recipes left no room for intrusive thoughts. Over time, her cooking improved, and the weight on her mind gradually lifted. Now, determined to win Elliot over, Diana asked his subordinates about his favorite foods. She quickly learned that he loved spicy dishes and practically couldn’t eat without some heat. This posed a challenge for Diana. She couldn’t handle spicy food at all and had only ever learned to cook mild dishes tailored for her grandmother’s palate.

If only she had gotten Layson’s attention earlier, perhaps things would have turned out differently, and maybe they would already be married by now. Marah sat on her bed, lost in her thoughts, not sure where her confidence came from, but she still believed she could have something with Layson. But life never went as expected. Her situation was unclear, and all that remained was a delusional obsession. Diana took Ralph to a KFC. Normally, she wouldn’t let him eat fast food, but today she made an exception for him. Watching Ralph eat slowly, each of his movements reminded her of Layson. Diana smiled to herself, narrowing her eyes.

Willingly stepping into my web, ready to be devoured. I stroked faster, the words fueling the fire, imagining her arrival: at my door in a trench coat, nothing underneath as I'd instruct, her body bare and waiting. I'd rip it open, slam her against the wall, and make every fantasy real—her mouth, her pussy, all mine in a night of sinful excess. The thought pushed me over the edge: I came hard, ropes of hot cum arcing onto my shirt and abs, my roar echoing in the empty penthouse like a promise of what's to come.

Catherine Staring at the menu he had given me yesterday, I couldn’t help but grin to myself foolishly. I can’t believe I’d be sticking to the menu. The menu was easy to follow and it felt like he was going very lightly on me because all it said was cut back on junk food, eat less sandwiches and take very little food with calories. It looked impossible to follow but I was determined to follow it diligently, I was going to make him proud… “What’s that?” Diana asked when she noticed that I was smiling and staring at the paper. “Nothing… Just a rough draft” I replied as I threw the paper in my bag immediately. I had lied about going for a walk yesterday and I didn’t want my cover to be blown.

Until dawn crept through the curtains. Until the package arrived. Until tomorrow became today. And the fantasy The forbidden, addictive, all-consuming fantasy Became forever. Fade out on the snow. On two new passports lying open on the dresser. On two gold bands glinting in the wea k morning light. On her moan soft, satisfied as he whispered against her skin: “The fantasy never has to end.”

Fred retorted, “you mean you like a chubby girl” Fathia inquired, “I like a girl with big boobs and big butts, Fred said, “which means you don't like my body type” Fathia, “I love you but If you become chubby I will love you more” Fred said, “What type of diet can make me chubby within a short period?“ Fathia asked, “Don't worry about that, I will get all for you today” Fred retorted,

“Just wasting calories. How come you’re not fat? The others, granola plus dragon fruit juice.” “What? That’s prison food; you don’t have to; I want to order it on the app,” spat out Rakia, who openly disagreed. During this time, he has never limited his food, let alone do a diet program. Rakia walked into her room and picked up her cell phone. Lizzy rolled her eyes as she took a deep breath. “Just because you have a magical body, you don’t eat fast,” Lizzy grumbled and headed to the kitchen to make breakfast. Rakia sat at one of the dining table chairs while waiting for her order. Lizzy was still busy struggling with her unfinished breakfast.

In order to keep her figure, Scarlett had devised a brand new diet aimed at reducing her belly fat. She had constructed it after doing hours of research on the Internet and consulting with multiple nutritionists. As a result, Scarlett ate her meals separately from everyone else in the household. While they feasted on barbecued meats, lavish cheeses from the south of France, and freshly baked loaves of bread, she ate only the low carb stuff. She made it a point to consume lots of vegetables, especially leafy greens, whole grains like brown rice, quinoa, millet, and beans, and lean meats like organic chicken and fish.