Books With Plus Sized Heroines Novels & Stories

"Once upon a time, there was a wealthy merchant who was not only blessed with riches and fortune but also with twelve children." Miss Yumi flipped to the beginning of the storybook showing six dashing men with muscly, chiseled features that reminded Cathedra of the ancient sculptures of Greek gods she often sees in books. Beside them were five beautiful ladies, clad in gorgeous dresses and excessive jewelry. In contrast to the five extravagant women in the picture, there was one beside them who was dressed in a plain and simple dressed, standing meekly beside her sisters. However, compared to the other five, with their flashy, attention-grabbing garments, sparkling jewelry, and make-up caked

Beautiful, confident, and—just like me—plus-size. One of them noticed me first. “Oh my goodness. Another plus-size Luna!” The women turned toward me. I smiled shyly. “Hello.” “You're Olivia, aren't you?” one of them asked. “Yes, I am.” How the heavens did they get to know my name and I don't know theirs? Have my identity been spread abroad already? I know rumors were quick to spread, but what I didn't expect was for it to go this far. “It's so nice to meet you.”

With the hair lifted and jaw length it changed my face shape and look. “Oh, my God, yes, a sleek bob would look sexy as hell on that bone structure.” A smooth Greek accent comes out behind us and the hottest Greek woman appears into view. “Definitely a bob, collarbone length, and super high at the back. You know, sassy, classy, and sure to make the boys wink and all that. Edgy, yet super smoking hot.” She paws over my hair, scanning my blonde locks effortlessly. “Hi. Do you work here?” I blink at the girl who doesn’t look much older than me.

"Will. I know that's your purpose for me. about losing your husband, " Someone picked it up and gave me a USB. Astonished I looked at him. "Watch that!" Smiling he said to me. I looked at the USB I was holding I felt nervous. "Is the moment heavy?" He asked a meaningful question, on my chest, he was looking. "Yes, why?" I have a rude answer here. "Uhm, I noticed... she's bigger now than before." Smiling it said to him. She immediately looked at her chest. Her breasts are bigger than her previous size.

And any minute, her husband was surely going to pop in with a, ‘Have you seen the corkscrew, darling? Asking for trouble. As she read on, Claudia tutted to herself. Why did these women always have nipples like full, bursting plums? Weren’t plum-sized nipples just a bit on the big side? Mind you, the book was American. Maybe they had nipple implants as well as everything else. And why did they always have to have small, firm buttocks? Small, firm buttocks just did not go with full-to-bursting bosoms. It was against all the laws of nature.

"Mimi's Fashion Corner posted for a sales associate. They want someone who understands plus-size customers. I think... I could be good at it." "You will be amazing," Lila said, squeezing her hand. "Go show them what a rejected girl can become." Three years later, at twenty-two, Chloe Brownish had transformed. The soft, insecure teen had grown into a striking woman. Her long wavy dark hair fell in rich cascades down her back. Warm brown skin glowed with health, and her curves — full breasts, rounded belly, wide hips, and thick thighs — moved with a quiet confidence she had fought hard to claim. She still carried the scars, but she wore them like armor now.

I stood in front of the large mirror in the corner of the room. My stomach was round and soft. There were stretch marks on my waist and thighs, white lines like scratch marks that never went away. My arms were big and saggy when I lifted them. My breasts were actually large, but they were already loose and disproportionate to my body, which was also large. I turned my body, looking at my reflection from the side. My butt was wide and flat. No beautiful curves like the women in magazines. No slim waist that drove men crazy. But Adrian said he liked my body.

His gaze swept over his ward from head to toe, a deep frown of disapproval forming across his forehead. The knitted dress clung tightly to Isolde's curvy figure. It hugged her so closely that the silhouette of her plus-sized body was impossible to ignore. Her full bust pressed against the square neckline, the soft curve of her stomach was clearly outlined beneath the fabric, and her wide, voluptuous hips swayed with every step she took. The thin knitted material seemed to betray the very purpose of clothing, emphasizing every inch of the lush body whose warmth Lucien had felt at the hotel yesterday afternoon.

Damien asked, finding me at the celebration's edge, watching our family with quiet, overwhelming contentment. "Completely," I said, leaning into him. "Whatever comes next, Damien, I intend to face it exactly like this, surrounded by everyone I love, refusing to let ancient cruelty steal this particular joy from us, however hard that fight continues proving." Ondine's private study, tucked into a quiet corner of the settlement she'd claimed as her own across these past months, held considerably more books than I'd realized she'd accumulated, and I found her there the morning after the celebration, surrounded by texts far older than anything I'd previously seen even in the fortress archives.

It was met with overwhelming acclaim. However, I didn’t let the fame change me. I packed my bag and began traveling the world. The best designs came from life—and there was so much more of the world left to see. I left my past behind. The future was where I needed to be. My love with Charlie had once been pure. Beautiful, even. And that memory would remain safely locked away, cherished in the heart of the twenty-year-old girl named Isabel Langdon.