Curvy Person Novels & Stories

In a bustling city, where dreams intermingled with the vibrant rhythm of life, two worlds collided in the most unexpected way. Meet Amelia, a curvaceous and vivacious woman with a heart as big as her infectious laughter. And there was Oliver, a charming and handsome man whose smile could light up a room. Amelia had always struggled with society's narrow standards of beauty, but her confidence and sense of humor shone through. She embraced her curves, refusing to let anyone define her worth based on her appearance. It was on a sunny afternoon that fate intervened, drawing her path towards Oliver's.

KIKI: I was a fool to think a plus-size girl like me would never ever be desired and loved properly by a man, so I spent most of my life insecure about my body. When I caught my boyfriend in bed with another girl, instead of apologizing, he blamed and body-shamed me, “You are the reason I cheated Kiki. Go to the gym, no man wants a girl with belly fat,” The club was supposed to be my escape, where I got high and forgot my pathetic life and the breakup but a stranger at the club decided to cheer me up, and that night… NATHAN: I promise, she was just a one-night stand, a distraction from my upcoming wedding ceremony. Now she is my secretary, also my best friend’s little sister and every

How I wish we'll never meet in the future again. I was walking in the hallway making my way out of the hotel, still thinking why did I end up in such a situation. I remember I was with my fiance Louie and my cousin Maxine, they invited me to join one of their friend's birthday parties. We had a good time. I mean they had a good time. While I was just at the counter drinking apple juice. Louie asked me to dance with him, so I did. Less than five minutes later, Louie told me that he was tired from dancing so he went back to our table and rested. I, on the other hand, went back to the counter and drank the apple juice I hadn't finished yet. And after drinking the juice I feel dizzy and somethin

Marisol Reyes is the strongest fighter her pack has ever trained and yet still not enough. When her father's council rejects her as Luna material for reasons that have nothing to do with her strengths she leaves. She finds a healer's den in Ashworth territory, a family and an Alpha who looks at her like he's already decided. Kade Ashworth isn't confused about what he wants, he is just waiting for her to believe she's allowed to want it too. Her old pack isn't done with her and the truth behind her mother's death is about to pull her back into a fight she never chose.

​They were a professional wardrobe team sent directly by Arthur Kendrick. ​"Miss Miller," the leader of the team said, checking a digital tablet. She did not introduce herself. She didn't look me in the eye. Instead, she scanned my plus-size figure with an objective, critical expression. "We have forty-five minutes before the live-streamed video interview with the sports network. Arthur Kendrick specified that your appearance must convey elegance, stability, and high-society status. We brought options to modify your silhouette." ​I stood in the center of the room, keeping my posture rigid. I was very familiar with this kind of treatment. In their eyes, my natural shape was a problem that req

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.”

If that wasn’t a testament of Gerri’s ability at matchmaking, she didn’t know what was. “Yes. I run a paranormal dating agency, darling. Guys with fur looking for girls with curves.” She raised her brows. “Curves?” “That’s right. The men who use my services prefer big, beautiful, bold, confident women,” Gerri replied. “I understand not all women will be confident with their bodies, especially with the fiasco that is society on Earth. But having some love for their curves is a must.” Becca nodded.

And she paid the price with the extra pounds, the padding—what a lovely euphemism that was, too. She liked her curves; the curves made her feel normal, gentle, open, emotional— bare. You couldn’t hide from a curve; you couldn’t hide from a love handle or from a padded hip or from a booty that made enough men blush and drool. She knew it was an asset (pun intended) to some guys.

“A wild guess. So I was right? This is about a woman?” Mac sighed, and sat down heavily on the sofa. “Yeah.” His friends moved closer, intrigued. They’d known Mac for just over five years, off-and-on. He’d been a Curves regular for a while, then he’d kind of dropped off the planet for a year. He’d reappeared almost three years earlier, and taken up with the women of Curves with a vengeance: frequenting the back rooms, taking the women home, going back to their places. Light and loose and casual: that was Mac’s choice of romantic interlude.

He walked inside, there were lots of people all in, girls with bikinis dancing and stripping on stage while men hover around them doing dirty deeds. Nagato walked as he knew exactly where he wanted to go even if his eyes were closed, all the people he came in contact with gave him he weird look before trembling and giving him the way to pass, they saw him as a no-fun person, he walked steadily cold not even caring about the naked woman hovering all around.