Books With Plus Sized Heroines Novels & Stories

Kaia’s POV. The scent of damp earth and pine needles always felt like a second skin, but today, it was choked out by the metallic tang of sweat and the bruised ego of a warrior twice my size. I shifted my weight, feeling the familiar, power in my thighs. People in the Silver Moon pack saw "plus-sized." They saw soft curves and a girl who took up too much space in a world that preferred its female Omegas to be willow-thin and easily tucked away. They didn’t see the corded muscle beneath the softness or the way my center of gravity made me an immovable mountain in the sparring pit.

I did not defend my body as though being bigger had been some crime I needed to apologize for. I told the truth. I wrote about the years before anyone knew my name. I wrote about rejection, auditions, long nights, and the work that had brought me where I was. Then I addressed the story about Quinn. “Quinn Cardiff did not make my career. He was part of my life, and I will not erase that, but I will also not allow anyone to rewrite my work as someone else's achievement.” I paused before adding the final part. “I was not ugly because I was bigger. I am not worthy because I am thinner. I did not receive a second chance because someone rescued me. I built my career, and I am proud of the woman wh

We all know Aurora isn't a damsel in distress, she isn't one to wait for a prince to take her out of her rusty attic. Well the story still continues so get ready for book 2, it's a sequel.. Hurry and ready Synopsis Book 2: Chasing The Courtesan! Before reading!!! Please no hate on the character... Aurora is totally different from Cinderella. In my own observation as the writer. Cinderella is weak minded, she's soft and needs someone to come to her rescue bjt Aurora is totally different and quiet the opposite.. Infact she's my favorite character, she's strong, brave, brass, beautiful and nice too!!

The women had very long hair that covered each of their breasts. One noticeable feature about all of them was that unlike expected, they weren’t bald and gnarly looking, neither were they potbellied with folds of fat everywhere. They had full heads of hair, perfect facial features, pristine and defined, their bodies were toned and sharply defined. Raisel silently thanked the heavens, these looked nothing like all those giants in the terrifying bedtime stories her mother had read her.

I walked over in ten-centimeter heels, my steps slow and deliberate, carrying myself with effortless confidence. Then I slid into the seat across from him. A faint hint of rose perfume drifted through the air. Cedric frowned instinctively and looked up. However, the moment he saw my face, he froze. [What the hell?! Why is the villainess here already?!] [Wasn't she supposed to log off at home? Why's the plot changing?!] [Oh my god–Eleanor Cole looks stunning. She's like a rich heiress straight out of a photo!]

"You have a husband who refuses to let you carry anything alone. I've already hired a capable personal assistant who's been fully briefed on everything you'll need tomorrow. All you have to do is walk in." I wrapped my arms around his neck. "What would I do without you?" He thought about it for a long moment. "Nothing," he said. "Absolutely nothing." "You're so proud of yourself." "Extremely." He scooped me up, bridal style, already moving toward the bedroom. "Now let me show you an upgraded version of Patricia and Marcus's advice.” *** By morning, every major outlet in the country had a headline. LENNOX HEIRESS RISES FROM THE DEAD, RECLAIMS BILLION DOLLAR EMPIRE

My eyes widened as the realization hit me. "Oh no, I completely forgot," I muttered, quickly shuffling a stack of files to hide my embarrassment. "It's cool. At least you still have plenty of time to get ready," he said, offering a reassuring smile. I glanced down at my stiff corporate outfit and sighed. There was absolutely no way I was going out for the evening dressed in a restrictive blouse and pencil skirt that hugged my curves too tightly for comfort. Being a plus-size woman, I was always hyper-aware of how clothing sat on my body, and the thought of spending a romantic evening trapped in suffocating office wear made me uneasy. As if he was reading my exact thoughts, Jade spoke again.

“Nobody asked you to divorce Morris, and become vulnerable, but for once be useful.” I stared at my wrapped dress in the mirror before stepping out, my hips were around 53 inches and I weighed more. It doesn’t matter because no one would notice that I was there. “Let’s welcome Alpha Aden.”

I had gone through a lot and received a lot of insults and downgrading just because I was a woman. Right from my stay with my first mate, Liddell, I have been treated unfairly and unjustly like a slave partly because I was a woman. Many refuse to believe that I could hold such power, strength, and authority, saying that it's not possible for a woman. I mean, just yesterday at the meeting, I was still faced with a lot of discrimination, still because I was a woman. Sadly, the werewolf kingdom just had too many sexists who loved seeing the women as weak and treated unfairly. I was a victim and so was Lexi, surely there had to be many others who may not have the courage and strength to defend t

My office felt smaller, the city skyline fading into nothing as I focused entirely on this woman. She was still frozen against me, her generous curves pressed to my hard body. Those full breasts heaved with each quick breath, straining against her blouse. Her soft belly molded perfectly against my abs, and her wide hips fit in my grasp like they were made for it. I had never wanted a woman like this before. She was nothing like the slender types I usually took. Naomi was plus size, chubby in the most intoxicating way, curvy as hell, and so fucking beautiful it made my cock twitch painfully.