Books With Plus Sized Heroines Novels & Stories

"He committed fraud to protect his pride." "I know," I said. "And my mother made me believe my body was a curse. She made me believe nobody would ever love a plus-sized girl. She told me to hide myself so people would respect our name. Now look at the name. It is dragged through the dirt on national news, and I am not the one who put it there." "They did it to themselves," Maya said firmly. "Every single piece of it." The front door of the studio clicked open. The brass bell chimed above the frame.

A strange feeling settled over me, I slowly looked over my shoulder. The neighbor had already disappeared, and the hallway behind me was empty. Still, it felt like someone was watching me. I frowned at the uneasy feeling but quickly shook it off. I unlocked my apartment door, stepped inside, and quietly closed it behind me. Hours later, I stood in front of my bedroom mirror, giving myself one last look. I had changed into a short, body-hugging black dress that hugged every curve of my body perfectly. Over the past two years, I had worked hard to stay in shape. I was still a plus-size woman, but I was much fitter now. My waist was more defined, my stomach was flatter, and I had learned to lov

She tied up her hair in a bun, in opposite of Iris’ hair curled neatly on one side. “You look like a maid of honour attending a wedding,” Iris scoffed and rolled her eyes. She hates to admit, but Claire has the best physique from all the women she know, but unfortunately, she also has the worst biography written in the books of life. “You might want to partner that with a red lipstick or something, so you could look bold and…sophisticated somehow. I don’t want to walk beside you if you’re looking all that innocent.” Claire lets out a laugh. “That is why I need you here.” She walked towards the Iris’ drawer and picked a shade of red lipstick. Iris snatched the lipstick form her hand.

It’s strange twisting branches are now visible, swiftly moving with the wind. The woman was in awe. She then glanced at the animals that surrounded her. In an instant, her jaw dropped, witnessing the unusual features of every animal. One had four eyes, while others had flowers growing from their antlers. The critters on the woman’s lap moved, softly bumping their scarlet nose against her. Their gem-like eyes widened as their irises dilated in excitement. The woman responded to them, carefully caressing their faces. As she bowed down to meet the critters’ gaze, strands of her hair got loose from the back of her ear. Promptly, the waves bounced. Revealing its bright red hue.

“I just want to feel like a real woman.”… Kira Roy is plus size and bookish, but to others that felt like a sin. Then the only boy she ever allowed herself to love cheated on her. But who would have thought the pen pal who replied to her post was the Devil himself …Lucian Brookmoore? But he’s just not obsessed with her. He will teach her how perfect pleasure can be and how sin can be enjoyed. But there’s a cost. One she definitely can’t pay.

“That she used men for money. That the merger is a honey trap. That the plus size mate thing is branding. That I was the first cash point and you are the latest.” I laughed. It cut my own throat on the way out. “You dumped me when the hospital started eating my rent. Do not stand in my door and call yourself a victim.” “I dumped a girl who was about to drown,” Reid said. “Now she is floating on a wolf and a fight club. Forgive me for noticing the timing.” Zane’s voice went quiet. “You will not be on my card.” Reid smiled wider. “That is not your call. Zara already stamped GUEST. The crowd likes a name they can hate. Mine is easy to hate. I dated the till girl. I left. I came back in a hoodie

She won’t survive a walk that long. I need to put my pride aside and make the phone call, for her sake. Besides, it’s been years, right? It was just a silly childhood crush. I’m a woman who’s been through hell and high water, and it’ll take more than their good looks and the body of gods to sway me. Besides, I’m ME now. Brandon could barely stand the sight of me. There’s no way the all powerful Alistairs would ever cast me a second glance. Right?

Kimmy is not sure how she feels about some two hundred plus pound man with muscles the size of her head aiming his battering rams at her face. Not that she has a choice in the matter. She just has to buck up and take it like a man. Or better yet, take it like a woman, because let's be real here, women are so much stronger. Periods. Childbirth. Having boobs and long hair in the summertime heat. All shit that is not for the faint of heart. “I can be your sparring partner-” Chad begins, noticing the worried look on her face but a voice cuts in from behind them.

Her youth, her career, her beauty, her love, even the years she spent raising the child she believed was her daughter. In return, Riven gave her nothing but betrayal. After years of marriage, Avenne discovers her husband has been secretly in love with another woman. Worse, the child she sacrificed everything to raise was never hers. When Riven looks her in the eyes and calls her fat, unattractive, and boring, Avenne realizes that the man she built her entire life around never valued her. Then, before she can even recover from the truth, the world changes. The ground splits beneath her feet, and Avenne falls into a strange and terrifying place known as the Underworld. Alone, frightened,

Servants whispered behind their hands while warriors leaned against the heavy stone pillars, endlessly debating who the mystery female could be. "She must be a warrior princess from the northern frost peaks," one guard insisted, slamming his mug on the table. "No ordinary wolf could survive beside King Malakor." "I heard she’s a high-born lady from the capital's oldest noble bloodline," a female warrior countered, fanning herself. "Only a female of immaculate grace and pure lineage could sit on the royal throne." Sitting near the grand hearth, Elodia listened to the wild rumors, her fingers nervously twisting the soft silk ribbon of her gown. Beside her, her mother, Vespara, sat upright in a