Chubby X Novels & Stories

Howard chimed in, his smile mirroring Mystical Chubby's, cutting off her worries. Mystical Chubby, a true-blue heir of the Rectenwald clan, had been steeped in the lore of herbs since he was knee-high. His body, tough as nails just like Howard's, shrugged off poisons like water off a duck's back. Run-of-the-mill meds could not touch him. In the midst of their exchange, Mystical Chubby casually popped another pill into his mouth. "Well?" Howard asked after Mystical Chubby had chewed on it for a moment.

I cut in, shocked by how I didn't stutter. Caleb laughed lightly. “Performance, huh? you don't say. Aurielle, you’re the new wife playing defense. But the market sees instability. Stock dipped two points yesterday after those articles. How do we know Dominic isn’t splitting his attention between his returned ex and keeping up appearances with you?”

~ They think I'm 'that strong' ~ Who doesn't know Alyne? A bullyable girl who is always an easy target for bullies at her school. A beautiful face does not guarantee that she can be free from that bad things. Even having a brother does not guarantee that she can survive all these things, even her brother is one of the ferocious predators who is always ready to attack her anytime and anywhere, knows no time and knows no place.

Here, I'm simply standing in a crowded hall with nothing but my own presence to defend, and my own presence is apparently the entire problem. An older Elder near the front, robes heavy with the kind of status that comes from decades of being obeyed, doesn't bother lowering his voice at all. "Forgive my bluntness," he says, directed at Osborne but pitched loud enough for the whole hall to catch, "but is this truly the woman meant to stand beside Silver Crest's next Alpha? A rejected wife. Soft-bodied. No pack standing of her own left to speak of." His eyes flick over me, cataloguing, dismissing. "One wonders whether the position of Luna requires more than proximity to your claim."

I’m crying like a baby but my cunt is loving every second. Chandler’s free hand shoved the soaked fabric of the bunny bottom completely aside, exposing my dripping pussy to the cool air. Two thick fingers speared into my cunt without mercy, curling hard and rough against that spongy spot inside me that made stars burst behind my eyes and my toes curl instantly. “Six—oh my god—seven!” I cried out, hips jerking back involuntarily, chasing the brutal stretch of his fingers even as the belt kept falling.

“This thing got a sidecar?” “Yes,” I whispered, seeing it now — a small attached seat. “Put her in there. You get on behind me.” “I don’t —” “That car’s thirty seconds away. You want to have this conversation now?” I strapped Charlotte into the sidecar, her sobs turning to hiccups. “Mommy, who is he?” “A friend, baby. Hold on tight to Mr. Hoppy, okay?” The man swung onto the bike and looked back at me. “You ever ride before?”

Jaxon furrowed his eyebrows in worry as he scanned the food truck and the line of people who were coming to purchase the said snack. Ruby pouted and stared directly into his eyes with the most beautiful puppy expression she could muster. Jaxon groaned as he came down from the car and opened her door for her. Ruby gave him a peck on the cheek and came down from the car with a huge smile on her lips. Jaxon felt played as they walked hand in hand to the food truck. Ruby ordered two of the snacks that they learned were called Khachapuri. Ruby brought out the cheesy snack and her eyes widened as she felt an explosion of flavors in her mouth. She moaned in delight as she took another bite and turn

And something that made my knees go soft. “I don’t even know you,” I whispered. His jaw flexed. “You will.” My heart did a full somersault and landed somewhere around my ankles. This was insane. Completely, cosmically insane. I was a scholarship student with average grades and above average thighs, not some chosen, one prophecy girl. My only superpower was finishing an entire pizza alone. Why me? Behind us, several wolves and their eyes glowing the same molten gold as Thane’s had approached. They moved like a unit, steps perfectly in sync, each one radiating supernatural dominance. Even their shadows stretched unnaturally long along the marble, as if refusing to obey physics.

"Just being the common fuckboy, babe." "Good morning, students! Are we ready to read some papers?" There was a loud, collective sound of groans, making the teacher laugh. He chose two people to go first, giving everyone else hope that they wouldn't have to read today. As the one person started to read aloud the biography of their partner, Connor chose to continue his fuckboy act. He placed his hand on my thigh, which resulted in me pushing his arm away. Then he went on to scoot his chair closer to mine, and I figured if I did something about this, I'd get in trouble.

"Naalala ko ang kwento ni Lola Carmen tungkol sa'yo noong bata ka pa. Medyo may pagkamaton daw ang galaw mo at madalas ang mga kabarkada ay lalaki kaya natakot siyang baka maging tibo ka. Pinipilit ka niyang pasuotin ng bestida upang matanim sa isip mo na babae ka at balang araw ay magdadalaga. Pero kahit dalagita ka na'y sobrang bubbly mo pa ring kumilos. Hyper na hyper kaya lagi niyang ipinagdadasal na sana’y magbago ka. Na sana maging mahinhin ka na binibini at marunong gumalaw ng pino. Kaya lihim siyang nagpasalamat nang pumasok ka sa pagiging modelo dahil naging dalaga na ang mga kilos mo. Pero ang pagiging bubbly mo ang nagustuhan ko. Iyong tumatawid ka sa pilapil ng palayan ng walang