Thinner Novels & Stories

I sat down in silence, my face expressionless. The men turned around, looking at me, and four of them nodded. The last one gave me a hateful stare, and I fought back a smirk. Hate always brought me amusement. "I'm cutting the bullshit," I started, leaning back in my chair. "I want out." They fell silent, stunned by my sudden change of mind. Thorne leaned forward and laughed humorlessly. "Do you think it's that easy, Slim?" he asked, and I rolled my eyes, expecting his next response.

screen, in confusion I turn to see what he's looking at and there she is on the screen clinging to another girl, I looked closely at her long brown hair and big wide brown eyes, she was radiating fear "But she needn't worry" Abyss was tipping, the shock caused my heart rate to speed up and I had started sweating and that one word slipped out at the same time Acre said exactly the same thing "MATE".

She wasn't wearing her protective armor today—no heavy knit sweaters, no structured coats. She was just in an oversized, faded white t-shirt that hung loosely off one of her delicate shoulders, her dark hair falling in soft, messy waves around her face. She looked small, fragile, and utterly exhausted. Her amber-flecked eyes widened, her lips parting as she looked up at me. "Jaxson?" The sheer, visceral proximity was an immediate assault on my sanity. Being this close to her—without a desk between us, without a microphone or a crowded arena separating our skin—was total torture.

"I do not like women who are too thin." Anna instinctively lifted her chest slightly. "I am well proportioned. Slim where I should be, full where it matters." With that movement, her softness pressed directly against his solid chest.

I barely let out. He chuckled, “It’s a private jet, sis, they leave when I want.” He placed me on the ground. Taking in my face. “Iris, you dying?” Well… He was as brass as always. “Ohh- I mean you look pale looking… smaller-” He looked me down. “And skinny. You okay?” I smiled at him, “Marcus, I’m fine.” I waved him off, “Just on a no-carb diet.” He nodded,

She could feeling every angle, curve and ab through the thin uniform she had on. "Like to continue with the lesson, mouse?" He breathed over her in that timbre voice that was starting to become more and more familiar than it needed to be.

Like I was at the heart of convergence. “See anything you like?’ asked Wyren “Not sure, I really do not know what I am looking at or what I want” I replied “True… well, I could get the essentials' ' she replied as she hurried off while her tail wagged. I continued to explore the city with its high rise, metallic tree-like structures that had branches which carried rounded buildings of all sorts of colors. The trees were of different sizes, some small, others large, and with mini buildings hanging from it. These trees were called Mastiers and the buildings that hung from it were called units. Each Mastier’s size represented its use and function. A shopping and housing Mastier were humongous,

Chike, one of his friends said as he placed his empty glass down. Kachi followed his friend's gaze to the raised dais where two half naked women were dancing. One was extremely curvy and had a backside that could stand bottle. The other was slim but still had nice curves giving her an hourglass figure. He noticed it was the slimmer female that was garnering the most attention, even though the bigger one was shaking her ass like no man's business. "I told you he'd like this," Azu laughed and reached over to slap Chike on the back. The other man choked on his drink and began to cough while Azu kept on hitting him, oblivious to his friend's pain.

Amelia saw Megan's excited look and couldn't refuse, so she took it to the fitting room to try it on. After she was dressed, she saw herself in the mirror and grinned. This long skirt is decorated with small white flowers. The upper body has the effect of shrinking the waist, which is just pinched at the thinnest part of the waist, and the lower body hangs down naturally, reaching the thinnest part of the calf. Fresh and not lose tender. It is indeed her style. Seeing that she liked it, the clerk helped her get a thin jacket of the same color, which was just right when the weather was a little colder.

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