Curvy Novels & Stories

It made my skin prickle. The other seat was even stranger. It was burgundy, like my dress, shaped in a way that didn’t make sense for a normal sofa. Curved, almost like two wide seats facing each other but connected at the middle, with a low back and no arms. Just smooth, sloping lines that invited leaning, reclining and sprawling. It looked like a sofa bed that had forgotten how to fold, or maybe never intended to. I ran the duster over it slowly, trying to puzzle it out. Comfortable-looking, but… purposeful. Like it had been designed for two people.

Charlotte somewhere behind me learning to feel the room. I looked at Kade. "Talk to Adaeze," I said. "Tell her what you just told me. See what she says." "About my mother," he said. "About whether what your mother had was something," I said. "Rather than nothing." He looked at me for a long moment. "You think it was something," he said. "I think unshielded secondary sensitivity in women gets called too emotional for a very long time before anyone calls it what it actually is," I said. "I think your mother might have been carrying an echo the way Charlotte carries one." I paused. "I think Adaeze would know."

A loud music came from the room, mixed with the voice of cheers and laughter, it also smelled like sex and cigers. Some were watching a football match, few were gathered around a table in a hot discussion, while the rest had girls on their laps, who laughed and giggled at every word being said, funny or not. "Terry where is the Boss?" A red haired name Drumbo said as he took a tip from whatever was contained in the red cup he held in his hands.

this thing here" "Well is it dead or alive" "There's only one way to find out" Kar bends down and cast a spell on her, but it dropped off "Ho hoooo,tribist spells aint strong no more??? Hahahahaha "Curl, this is strange,i have been practicing my tribist spells from old Welsh for long now,and this ain't never happened" "Mm pretty serious" "Sure is" "Yeah" "Okay"... "You're a complete mess curl" "I'm outta here"

His hands moved with a practiced grace, tracing the curve of her hips, molding her to him as if she were made of liquid fire. Isla responded with a fervor that surprised even herself. She arched against him, her body mirroring his movements, her hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, deeper. This wasn't just sex; it was a primal dance, a desperate need to connect on a level that transcended the physical. It was about surrendering to the raw, primal emotions that had been simmering beneath the surface, a release of all the pent-up longing and frustration.

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.

“Hold that pathetic thought—I’m getting my laptop.” I sighed as she ran out like she was on a mission. Moments later, she returned with her MacBook covered in chaotic stickers: Hot Girls Heal, a sparkly frog in a crown, and a quote that said: Maybe she's born with it. Maybe it's unresolved trauma. She plopped down beside me, already typing. “Alright,” she said, eyes on the screen. “We’re narrowing this down. Do you want something artsy, something normal, or something that pays like your life depends on it?”

** 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

**** Dear Reader, I very much hope that you enjoyed Sarah and Jax’s story and meeting the ‘Dangerous Curves’ characters. ‘Hard Curves’ (Dangerous Curves #2) is King and Naomi’s story and it’s available here on GoodNovel. I also invite you to check out my website: www.marysoljamesromance.com

Rack folds himself behind the wheel. The stranger peers around the seat. "Ma'am. Name's Curly Sue, friends call me Curly." His beard is long and shaggy, his head shaved. Faded tattoos cover the arm I can see. God, I think one of the tattoos is a swastika. What the hell is Rack thinking? Curly turns around and Rack pulls the car out. I look back and Shelby's waving at me. I wave until I no longer see her. I dig in the diaper bag, which is on the floorboard beneath the car seat, and find tissue to blow my nose.