Laxatives Stories

Qᴜᴀɴᴛᴏ ᴀʙʙɪᴀᴍᴏ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴀᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴄʀᴇᴅᴇʀᴄɪ ᴀɴᴄʜᴇ sᴇ ɴᴇ sᴀᴘᴇᴠᴀᴍᴏ ʟᴇ ʀɪᴘᴇʀᴄᴜssɪᴏɴɪ? All'Università San Jorge, in Zaragoza, Pars Sabatini è una matricola ossessionata dal controllo del suo peso. Quando un malessere fisico devastante la piega in due, ad accorgersi di lei è Andrew Parker, un professore quarantenne e nutrizionista clinico. Tra i due scatta alchimia immediata, ma anche pericolosa. Scoperto un certificato medico, Andrew intuisce la verità: il lassativo prescritto a Pars nasconde dati falsificati da una potente multinazionale e le sta provocando un effetto collaterale, potenzialmente letale. Determinati a fermare lo scandalo, i due uniscono le forze: nell'ombra, raccolgono le prove chimiche della frode e consegnano la chiavetta con i dati chiave a chi deve presentare il dossier a un grande evento pubblico. Le prove vengono proiettate davanti a tutti e l'azienda crolla. Ma proprio quando la tempesta sembra superata, qualcosa al nostro fianco decide di deviare altrove.

jungkook shits himself

{short story; fiction} her funereal is bleak, and still, it's amazing. what her mother and I had planned for "two hundred – tops", ended up being just a scratch on the surface for the five hundred or more that showed up. we haven't anywhere near the materials to carry this out, and even though it is a funereal, hungry people are hungry people. then again, it would be something of Nixon's personality to have meager scraps and keep everyone happy. or at least, what with the circumstances, satisfied. but I suppose I'm getting ahead of myself, talking about all this funereal business. you haven't yet had the chance to even meet her! all the better, because none of us ever truly had either. {all rights reserved}

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He's my brothers best friend and my first love. He's broken my heart once, completely ruined my life after that. Now he's back, and ready for round two. Is he really ready for me, the fuck up? ------------- "Johnson, this is wrong." "Mmm. Don't talk about it and it's not." "He's going to find out sometime. I mean we fucking live together, making out in the living room is bound to tip him off." "Let me deal with him when he does. He'll get mad at me then you can swoop in and explain the situation. He listens to you." "Okay." "Now shut up and kiss me. Fuck."

I wrote this originally for a health class project months ago, as it is a letter to someone who is suffering an eating disorder. However, when I rediscovered it recently while going through my schoolwork, I figured that it could be of service to someone. And so I decided to release it to the public. My hopes are that if you are encountering similar events to what occurs in this passage, maybe this story could help you put together the pieces that may have been under your nose the entire time. In addition, there are resources mentioned that could be of assistance to an eating disorder patient, despite the fact that they are specific to where I live. Lastly, never dismiss any potential red flag of an eating disorder: the earlier on you recognize it, the easier it is to stop it.

Booop booop beep beeeeeep Bobby eyelash. 🤸

When karen met karol she felt.........complete. This is a true story reenactment. *READ AT OWN RISK* this story does not have a definite end, each chapter is it's own story at different points in this universe's timeline (this was my 9th grade english mock exam, and i got a C+ (4))

mikan takes laxatives and takes fat shits

Trust me, you do not want to eat this cake. Laxatives aren't the worst thing that is in it.

My name is Taylor and my parents are sending me to an unusual school.........

"she liked to puke up everything she ate." *trigger warning* if you are a recovering bullimic/anorexic or have any sort of issues related to abnormal eating habits, this is your warning. you're reading at your own risk. this is purely a work of fiction. any resemblance to anyone, living or dead is purely coincidental. the characters are fictional and of my own imagination. the place, time and incidents are purely fictional. copyright 2018 to @stayinghome