Unable To Weight Bare Novels & Stories

Ada had been forced to end the pregnancy, and before she could even recover, they dumped her in a mental ward. She lay flat on the bed, skin paper-white, body hollowed out. Steven stood over her and tossed a stack of evidence in her face. "You really thought no one would find out? You used your own kid—you don't deserve to be a mom." Her eyes flicked to the photos, her cheeks draining. Everything she'd done was laid bare. Her lips shook like she wanted to explain, but nothing came out.

"Oh my God!" With the sound of heavy beats! Aron fiercely slapped Joseph's back with one paw! The man groaned in pain and fell heavily to the ground. The sub-adult Barbary lion, weighing several hundred kilograms, even when under the influence of two tranquilizer darts, still weighs over a hundred kilograms. Even with protective armor, the tremendous blow was enough to shatter the bones on his shoulders and back. Joseph held onto Elianna tightly as they rolled a few times on the grass, but they accidentally collided with a rock and Joseph fainted on the spot.

Then his voice became serious. “Because you’re going to need that attitude.” He pointed to the brace. “You cannot put weight on that leg for five months.” Sophia blinked. “Five?” Rhoden nodded. “Not even a little.” He continued. “After that, we move to toe-touch weight bearing.” Sophia frowned. “What does that mean?” “Three months of barely touching the floor with your toes.” Sophia leaned back slowly. Rhoden continued like he was reading a grocery list. “After that we try light foot pressure.”

That was my plan, but now he's fucking it up by looking at me with hope in his blueish eyes, "Uh... okay, I guess." "You keep your weights in that closet, right?" He asks, pointing at it. I don't even answer, I just watch as he walks to move the coffee table aside and then goes to the closet to pull out my barbells and arrange them there. When he moves the 150kg barbell, he struggles a bit. And he can't even lift the 250kg one, but he tries and tries.

I noticed his left hand resting under the table, never once reaching for the meal. During this meeting, Fred was still his usual stoic self, but thankfully, he accepted my cake. He didn't eat it, but at least I knew he didn't completely resent me anymore. As we parted, he suddenly looked into my eyes and asked with genuine concern, "Why have you lost so much weight?" My heart raced, and despite being bundled in a thick coat, scarf, hat, and mask, it felt like he could see right through me. I lowered my gaze, tugging my coat up a bit, trying to hide my face.

I can't utilize something my brain won't access. Steadying my weight on my right foot, ensuring my grip on the bar, I drag the weight of my non-functioning side, the lifeless arm and leg weighing my body down. It's worse than any workout I've ever done to carry around the extra baggage but if I don't get my shit together and start moving forward I'm going to piss all over myself.

I have every right to stare for as long as I want. He placed the weight on the stand and sat up. There was not even a bead of sweat on his skin. How the hell was he doing that? I could not even lift that thing, even by an inch. He picked up the bottle of lemon water that was kept by his side and took down the contents in one gulp. “I need to get more weights,” he said with an exhale as he set the bottle back down.

Haven said, leaning her shoulder on the machine as she smirked knowingly at me. “It’s ten pounds,” I argued, hooking my leg back over the pad and attempting to pull it down while still standing. My back pinched when I was only halfway down, and I held myself still for a long moment before forcing it the rest of the way. “I said, that’s enough. You’re here for a reason.” “I can handle it.”

He didn’t know what was happening. Not giving up, he made another attempt, but the weight persisted, seemingly draining his strength. He couldn't understand why Blair's presence had become so overwhelming, making it very difficult for him to simply move. Was it his because he was tired, or Blair was heavy because of the food she ate the day before, or because she was pregnant. But that didn’t seem to be the case, because he was even able to lift her the day before, he wasn’t sure of what was going.

I move myself closer to analyze my new predicament. Normal ball and chains would easily weigh around 40lbs. However, this one seems to be much heavier. I can lift around 200lbs, however I can't seem to even budge this. I can tell just by looking at it, that I don't stand a chance. Even if someone manages to find me, there's no way to escape. I sit myself back down on the ground, for the first time in my life feeling utterly hopeless.