Curvy Insight Novels & Stories

I sat opposite him, back stiff, pulling my features into a blank face. He leaned back in his chair, one arm across the top of it, eyes half-shut but alert. I hated his open look of relaxation as though he could notice every quiver of feeling I was struggling to hide. Keller started talking about "strategic integration," "synergy," and "expanding social programs under Monroe branding." I barely heard him. I could only feel Jace's eyes upon me. My fists gripped my pen tighter, the metal digging into my skin. I would not look up.

Thank God. I flexed my wrists again, almost not believing it. They weren’t bound the way they had been in the nightmare—no restraints, no phantom heat of his hands. Still, the relief was short-lived. I was in a strange room. One I didn’t recognize. One that smelled faintly of cedar, expensive soap, and something darker I couldn’t name. A woman in her late forties was already sliding the heavy curtains fully open, her movements calm and practiced. She turned toward the bed with a polite, measured smile.

"You mean…" "Hmm." Jared did not say it out but just looked Nicole in the eye and nodded. "Curley Corporation's main business is the AI machinery. Over the years, they have sold their AI products worldwide. So, we can say that they are a very strong upstart." Jared's evaluation of Curley Corporation was fair. After all, its global reputation was there. "Plus, the launch of Brave some time ago caused an international uproar and much fame." "Curley Corporation, as an upstart, has achieved so much in just a few years. They must have a powerful person inside the company," Nicole said.

It was that fluttery feeling in your stomach, like the excitement you get when you’re in love, mixed with a bit of adrenaline. The meeting began with a brief discussion on statistics, new trends, growth, and other general topics. Alex smiled at me, and I couldn’t help but smile back. The moment had arrived—it was time to make the big announcement. G&G would be launching a new line in a month (a record time limit), dedicated exclusively to curvy women. And in this line, I, Ava Golf, would officially be the designer, model, and face of the campaign. Everyone voted in favor, congratulated me, and the session ended with a round of applause.

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the stranger suddenly pipes up, staring at the phone screen. "She’s the... ‘I’m fat, pretty, and smart’ lady from the zoo clip!” The word 'heat' doesn't even begin to suffice as an explanation for what happens to my veins in that exact second. A fierce, towering wave of pure pride roots itself deeply into my soul. I want to storm back to that car and kiss her until she forgets her own name. "Yes,” I say, my voice dripping with absolute glee and pride. "She’s the one.”My company had personally ensured the clip continued to trend globally. Well, specifically Carlton’s new IT infrastructure firm. He had requested my formal permission to artificially boost its visibility across the Western algor

It made her pulse quicken, her heart racing at the way he looked at her, like he was seeing her in a way no one ever had before. His eyes, dark and intense, roamed over her body, taking in every curve, every inch of her. The weight of his gaze felt like a caress, each glance lingering on the parts of her that made her feel vulnerable. It wasn’t just a casual look—it was a deep, thorough observation, as though he were memorizing her, imprinting her form in his mind. Isla felt as if she were being seen, truly seen, in a way that was both exhilarating and overwhelming. There was no hiding from him, no defense against the depth of his attention, and she found herself helplessly caught in the mom

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 moved closer, then twirled to see how perfectly the gown hugged my curves. Maybe I should start dressing this way more often and shouldn’t get just one gown. Since I was back in Louisiana, job hunting soon and staying permanently, it meant I needed more sexy dresses for my man. I tried on a gold dress with a long slit, and an off-shoulder style. “No man would be able to take his eyes off you,” she complimented “You think so?” The imposter side of me asked before I could even think “Look at those curves, not all men like it but the one that does? Know the tea,” She said, packing the gowns and a black lace lingerie I had picked out.

“Sir—” “Look at Melissa.” Queen didn’t need to. Everyone knows Melissa. Slim waist. Long legs. Perfect smile. The type of woman luxury clients loved. The type of woman Queen had spent years being compared to. “Melissa walks into a room and people listen.” The humiliation burned. “But i bring results sir,” Mr. Henderson laughed. “A phone can bring results.” Queen froze. “A report can bring results.” Every word hit harder than the last. “But luxury clients buy people first and properties second.”