Bras To Hide Back Fat Novels & Stories

Mara Quinn is used to walking into places she shouldn’t—because the truth never waits in well-lit rooms. One late-night meet behind a bar goes wrong, and she sees something no one is supposed to witness: a man’s eyes flashing gold, bones shifting, a wolf where a man stood. She runs. The pack’s Alpha doesn’t let her. Gage Blackwood catches her in the dark, tilts her chin up like she’s a problem he can’t ignore, and delivers a sentence that feels like a threat and a promise all at once: “You’re mine until I decide you’re safe.” Except “safe” doesn’t mean free. It means locked inside a packhouse full of wolves who watch her like prey… or leverage. It means rules she never agreed to and a rival who smiles too easily and whispers that Gage will cage her forever—unless she chooses the right side. Mara refuses to be bullied into silence. If they want to keep her contained, she’s going to make herself useful. She demands answers. She digs into the crime she witnessed, she discovers the ugly truth: the blood spilled that night wasn’t random—it was part of a pack purge that went wrong, and the traitor is still breathing. The worst part? Gage’s “protection” wasn’t supposed to bind them. But a single drop of his blood on her tongue snaps something ancient awake—something that shouldn’t exist. Something the council will kill for. Now the Alpha who tried to control her is fighting the bond he never wanted… and the hunger he can’t shut off. Because Mara isn’t just a witness. She’s a secret and the mark she carries might be the one thing that topples a pack—or crowns her in it.

“You’re too fat to be my Luna.” Those seven words from my fated mate destroyed me. Alpha Derek rejected me in front of the entire pack, chose my skinny stepsister instead, and made my life a living hell. They starved me, beat me, and laughed as I suffered. But I survived. I escaped. I transformed. And I became everything they said I could never be. Now I’m back—stronger, fiercer, and mated to the most powerful Lycan King in existence. Derek’s on his knees, begging for a second chance. Too bad I’m done being the weak, broken girl he threw away. This time, I’m the one doing the rejecting.

At the age of thirteen, Ashley secretly fell in love with a man. The man looks cold and lazy, talks like a bad-boy, often comes to her house and spends an afternoon playing games in her brother's room. Seeing Ashley come in to deliver some snacks, he would raise his eyelids carelessly, smiling like a tempting devil, "Kiddo, what's the matter with you? You always blush when you see me. "

“The more you try to push me, the more you attract me towards you. Listen carefully. You belong to me Vanilla and I will do anything to make you MINE forever.” “I’m....I’m not yours” stuttered Val disturbed by their posture. “Yes. You are. My Vanilla” said Jack smirking. Jack Kelley is a well-known idol of international pop band, WESFA. He started his career at the age of fourteen and became one of the famous youngest idols of the pop world. At the age of twenty-three he is the youngest billionaire in the world. He bagged many awards, achievements, and hearts of millions of young girls. His life is what called a ‘perfect-life’ yet he is not fulfilled. He feels that he needs someone who understands his soul that neither his family nor his bandmates could do. He craves to meet his other half, a person who he calls as Vanilla. Valerie Norris is an independent and hard-working young woman. She works as a Chief Financial Officer in an influential cloth designing company. A company that belongs to her friend, Tyler Wood, that she and Ty managed since they were eighteen. She is very professional, and nothing is more important than her family, friends, and work. Suddenly everything has changed when she was assigned to be the project manager for a collab between them and luxury band with the WESFA. How will she react when Jack managed to evoke some foreign feelings in her? Will she be brave enough to come out of her own darkness? Can she accept his love along with a bonus called hate from his fans? Will she be ready to be his Vanilla? To know the amazing love adventure of JK and VN, dig into the complete story.

From a campus romance to marriage, Dominic Fleming had always believed he led a perfect life. His wife, Isabella Sinclair, was dazzlingly beautiful. Their daughter, Lilith, was sweet and obedient. Dominic sometimes told himself he must have been a saint in a past life to deserve such happiness. Everything began to change the moment Isabella's so-called "sworn brother," Alexander Grant, entered their lives. Alex's name appeared more and more often, and it crept into every corner of their marriage. For Lilith's sake, Dominic endured the strain again and again until the day of the accident. As he lay on the operating table with his life hanging by a thread, Isabella was not at his side—she was with Alexander instead. That was the moment Dominic's heart finally turned cold. So why did Isabella regret it? She knelt with Alexander, who likewise barely clung to life, and wept as she begged Dominic for forgiveness. "Dom, I know I was wrong. Let's get married again. I will make him kneel and beg you for forgiveness," Isabella said. "Scram," Dominic replied. Isabella nodded eagerly. "Fine. I will throw him out right now!" "Get the fuck out too!" Dominic barked.

I'm eight months pregnant when my Alpha mate abandons me at a hunting ground. He leaves to welcome his ex-girlfriend, who's returned from her travels. From that day on, I disappear without a trace. Initially, my mate doesn't take this to heart. He's even in the mood to make a bet with his subordinates. "She'll be back in three days at most!" Ten days later, he freezes my credit cards and sends me a threatening text. "You can starve to death out there if you still refuse to come back!" A hundred days later, he barges into my best friend's home and forces her to hand me over. "Where have you hidden her? I admit defeat, okay? I've had enough of this hide-and-seek game!" My best friend sneers as she throws photos of my body, which has been pierced through by countless blades, at him. "Wake up, you fool! Your Luna is dead, and you're the one who led a team to dig her body up from the trap! Have you forgotten?"

​"You don't deserve to be my Luna. Leave." ​For three years, Kimberly has been the secret punchline of the Silver-Claw pack. Labeled "barren," "fat," and "useless" by her own husband, Alpha Daven, she has spent every day trying to shrink herself to earn a sliver of his affection. She endured the mockery of his concubines, the coldness of her own parents, and the isolation of a marriage that never was. ​But tonight, at the annual ballroom summit, the mask finally slips. After a public humiliation engineered by her rivals and a brutal confrontation that leaves her gasping for air on the ballroom floor, Kimberly realizes the truth: she isn't just failing as a Luna—she is being destroyed by the man who vowed to protect her. ​Broken, discarded, and standing amidst the wreckage of her life, Kimberly makes a choice that will shake the pack to its core. She is done being the "good girl." ​She is done being a victim. It’s time for the unwanted Luna to reclaim her life, even if she has to burn the pack down to do it.

I walked in on my own birthday cake and my sister in my fiancé's bed. Same night, same house, same face as mine — because Noel and I are twins, and she's spent her whole life proving she can take anything that's ever been mine. He hit me for calling her a liar. She smiled when he did it. So I did the one thing neither of them saw coming. I got in my car. I found the nearest bar. I kissed a stranger like he could erase three years in one night. I didn't ask his name. Didn't need it — until it was on every headline in the country the next morning, and I was the scandal standing next to it. Ace Stone doesn't marry for love. He marries because his grandfather's will gave him ninety days and no room to lose his empire to a boardroom full of vultures. I don't marry for money. I marry because my mother's heart won't survive the paperwork it takes to say no. Twenty million dollars. A ring that isn't mine. One rule: don't feel anything real. We were supposed to be better liars than this. Because somewhere between the cameras and the countdown and the ex-fiancé who thinks I'm still his to reclaim, Ace Stone stopped performing. He pulled me off a dark street with his hands shaking harder than mine. He told a nurse I was family. He didn't sound like he was lying. My sister isn't finished with me. She never is. But I've spent my whole life being the "before" to someone else's "after" — too much space, not enough silence, never quite what anyone ordered. I'm done being edited down to fit. He married a scandal. He has no idea what she's about to become.

When I got home, I received dozens of voice messages from a parent. They had been sent in the group chat with other parents of children in the same kindergarten class as my daughter, Lily. [Ms. Channing, didn't I tell you that my daughter is allergic to furry toys? Why did you allow that boy, Sparky, to give my daughter a hugging bear?] Ms. Channing quickly denied this. No child called Sparky had ever studied in the kindergarten. Another parent was also furious about this. [How can you claim that? My son said Sparky would always force him to play hide-and-seek. If he refuses, Sparky would grab his hair!] I quickly asked Lily what this was about. Lily took out a hugging bear from behind her back and told me about it. [Ms. Channing can't see Sparky. Only smart children can see him. Sparky is a little boy with red eyes. Every child who plays hide-and-seek with Sparky will get a hugging bear.]

She was hired to stand at the altar. She was never supposed to say I do. Naomi Bridges needed rent money, not a husband. But when a mysterious woman pays her to be a "stand-in bride" for a private ceremony, Naomi asks zero questions and signs every paper put in front of her. Big mistake. Because the ceremony is real. The groom is real. And Adrian Holt, billionaire, is now her very real, very furious husband. With one ancient inheritance clause standing between Adrian and everything his father built, the marriage cannot be dissolved. Not for a year. Not without destroying him. So she moves into his mansion, survives his ice-cold mother, outlasts his beautiful ex and quietly begins to wonder why a photograph of her dead mother sits in a Holt family box dated twenty years ago. Then the real bride turns up dead. And someone sends Adrian a video that points directly at his wife. Naomi came for rent money. She stayed for answers. But the deeper she digs, the clearer it becomes that she wasn't chosen by accident... She was chosen because of who she really is. Some marriages are mistakes. Some mistakes are destiny.