Curvy Girl Romance Novels & Stories

Right away, Curtis gave a rare smile of his own back, returned King’s nod, turned his attention to a table in the corner that was getting a bit loud. “So, it looks like the last one of you determined single-guy types has taken himself off the market,” Tessa said to King. “First Jax and Sarah, then you and Naomi, then Dillon and Maria.” She turned to Aidan. “Then you and Gabi, then Mac and Mirrie, now Curtis and me. It’s too big of a loss to the hot man pool around this place. The women of Curves are weeping rivers, I tell you. The woman’s bathroom floor is awash with tears, to the point that you need rain boots to wade through it.”

I'm not supposed to know what Ditya might be feeling now but I somehow I seem to know that she will utterly and dangerously furious. Sarafina stays mute for a while, she then turn to me. "Jamal, do you have any idea why you were cursed" she asked. I look at her and my eyes start traveling down her face, down to her lip. Instead of answering her, my eyes is tracing the movement of her lips, the perfect upturning of her lower lip and then dazzling pink color on display. Suddenly I'm leaning in close, too close for my sanity.... I am few inches away from her now and our breath keep fanning each other. The feeling is intoxicating.

Ana, will you be my girlfriend? With the romantic background music, a large bouquet of fiery red roses, jewelry that symbolized love, and a handsome and outstanding prince charming, the whole scene resembled that of a fairy tale. Diana's eyes turned slightly red as she looked at the man she had longed for, loved, and hated. At this moment, her heart softened, and she almost uttered a response. Just then, Cedric's phone emitted a buzzing vibration sound. This subtle sound snapped Diana out of her emotional trance. She bit her tongue abruptly, swallowing the unspoken words.

I also lean into his touch till he's pinching the flesh on my cheek, making me cry out in pain and swat his hand away. “What the hell, Vance!” I grunt, rubbing my cheek. Vance stares at me fondly and the girl scrutinizes the scene with an enigma glimmer in her eyes and her lips quiver as if she's fighting back a grin. “Who is she, Vance?” I decide to ask, but before Vance can answer, she beats him to it and holds out her hand for a handshake.

comes out of me in a jagged breath. The air shimmers between us, all from the heat in his eyes. “Consider yourself kidnapped, kotyonok. Held prisoner against your will. Do not push me. You do not want to find out how far I will go to protect you from anyone or anything—including yourself. I have no limit. There is nothing I would not do. Be a good girl, kotyonok. Good girls get everything they want. Bad girls get punished.” Why is my skin hot and tight? My panties uncomfortably wet at the way he says “good girl” with a caress of his accent. I drop my eyes to the bowl of yogurt. I mumble, “I’ll stay until Friday—”

It was exactly same scent I just felt the moment she walked into the engagement banquet. Aria stepped into the banquet hall, her posture rigid but her chin held high. She hadn't even taken off her winter coat yet, her cheeks were flushed bright pink from the biting cold outside. The heavy coat couldn't hide the soft, full curves of her body, and just looking at her made my jaw lock so hard it ached. She’d been through hell—the divorce papers, the public mockery, the whispers of the pack. She looked softer now, heavier with sorrow, and the sight of her did something dangerous to my blood.

The one that had been growing since the first Monday meeting when I had surprised him by being good at something. "Luna Amara," he said quietly. "Do not make it a moment," I said. "Too late," he said. He kissed me and I pressed into him and outside the window the territory was dark and quiet and Adaeze was somewhere south packing a bag and tomorrow I was going to tell a complicated woman with history a true thing and ask her to stand on the right side of it. The girl who came here to be invisible. Building alliances in the dark. My mother would have laughed.

Freya "Watch where you're going!" The noblewoman shoved past me and my tray tipped, and before I could catch it two glasses slid off and shattered, splashing red wine all over the front of a golden gown. The whole hall went silent. The Luna candidate looked down at her ruined dress and then at me. "You fat, clumsy thing, do you know what this gown cost?" "I'm sorry, my lady." I bowed my head. "She bumped into me, I didn't see her."