Novel & Cerita Curvy Characters

“Never again. Never again. I promise you.” “We're forever, right, babe?” “Right.” Mirrie rested her hands on his bare chest, felt his heartbeat speed up under her fingertips. “Forever – and maybe even a bit longer.” **** Dear Reader, I very much hope that you enjoyed Mac and Mirrie’s story, and catching up with all the ‘Dangerous Curves’ characters. ‘Secret Curves’ (Dangerous Curves #5), Curtis and Tessa’s story, is the next book and it’s available here on GoodNovel. I also invite you to check out my website: www.marysoljamesromance.com

** Dear Reader, I very much hope that you enjoyed King and Naomi’s story, and catching up with all the ‘Dangerous Curves’ characters. ‘Killer Curves’ (Dangerous Curves #3) Aidan and Gabi’s story, is the next book and it’s for sale here on GoodNovel. I also invite you to please check on my website: www.marysoljamesromance.com

Zara’s POV The space opened up in front of me like something out of one of my own stories. Beautifully dressed people filled the room — leather pants and corsets, lace that barely covered anything, harnesses that caught the low lights and made skin look like it was glowing. A few of them wore collars. Some were men, their throats circled in thick black leather or polished metal. Some were women, the same kind of collars sitting snug against their skin like they belonged there. I looked around in awe, trying not to stare too long at any one person. The energy in the room felt charged, like everyone was waiting for something to begin.

“I’ve been wanting to ask you, Isla. What happened to your arm?” April’s voice broke the silence that hung over the library, her tone laced with concern. They were seated at their usual corner, surrounded by shelves stacked with books and the faint rustle of pages turning. It was their sanctuary during long breaks, a space where they could quietly prepare for the next period or discuss life’s latest curveballs. April’s eyes didn’t stray from Isla’s arm, the faint red mark peeking out from under her uniform sleeve drawing her attention like a magnet. She leaned slightly forward, her concern palpable, waiting for an answer.

“Garrick’s order still stands. Break the scar. Not the people. We are four. We do not clear that bowl.” I kept my eyes on the thread. It was small, but it was growing in little jumps. Not steady. Like someone feeding it. “Can you see the scrap,” I asked. Pell squinted. “Something in the cut. Thin. Pale. Not the full slab. It is enough.” Ronan’s voice stayed low. “Do not stare at it too long. That is how it gets a hook in.” “It already has a hook in,” I said. “It is in my arm.”

"Look at you, sitting there like a bloated parasite, ruining your sister's happiest day. You've always been a curse on this family. Speak!" A curse? Wow, add it to my resume. Right next to 'expert at sitting quietly in corners.' They really make a great cheering squad for Team Liora, don't they? I let out a soft, mocking chuckle, looking directly at Liora's trembling, tear-streaked face. "If Xavier ran away, maybe he just finally realized that a lifetime of listening to your screeching wasn't worth the Alpha title. Don't blame your failing relationship on my weight, sweetie. It's your personality that's heavy."

curvy and absolutely stunning body, Loosely curled hair swept across her collarbone, and the lips sported the kind of red that should be illegal. The boy next to her, tall and muscular, with hair slicked within an inch of its life, had his hand on her waist looking like he's about to cum in his pants already just by being next to her. Not professionally or objectively. He was holding her like he had no intention of letting her go. "Closer," Marco barked. The kid obeyed, moving so their hips struck. His fingers curled around her side, and I detected a very small tic in her jaw—the kind that said she saw but wouldn't break the pose.

“These curves drive me crazy. This tight pussy clenching around me. You are perfect. Come for me love. Come on my cock.” I shattered around him. My orgasm crashed through me hard. I screamed his name as my walls pulsed around him. Nico took his turn next. He slid into me slow and deep. His mouth stayed at my ear whispering praise while he rocked into me. “These curves were made for us. This tight wet pussy. These heavy tits. This soft belly. You were made to be worshipped like this. Feel how deep I am inside you.”

The curves of the L were sharp, angled in a very specific way. I had seen that carving style before. “It’s Lira,” I said quietly. Faye’s eyes flickered toward me. “Lira?” “Yes. She marks trees during scouting runs. Always the same way. Clean strokes. Slight tilt on the final letter.” I traced the edge of the carving without touching it. “This is hers.” Lira. Quiet. Observant. Always distant but loyal. She had served the pack faithfully for years. She kept to herself. Rarely spoke unless necessary. But she had never given me a reason to doubt her.

Now, everything was about ‘always’. Always and forever. **** Dear Reader, I very much hope that you enjoyed Warren and Shay’s story, and catching up with all the ‘Dangerous Curves’ characters. ‘Extreme Curves’ (Dangerous Curves #7) is Ace and Spider/Liam’s story and it’s for sale here on GoodNovel. I'd also like to invite you to check out my website: www.marysoljamesromance.com