Curvy Romance Novels & Stories

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.

CHARITY — HAIR, MAKEUP, HOPE Across the city, Charity sat in a plush chair in her cousin’s apartment, wrapped in a silky robe while two makeup artists and a hairstylist worked around her like she was a bride already. Her curls were pinned into soft waves. Her makeup glowed. Highlighter kissed her cheeks. Her lips shimmered with rosy gloss. She had never looked more perfect. And she had never felt more alive. “Charity, tilt your head,” the makeup artist murmured while blending the contour.

Then that slow, wicked smile curved his mouth—the same smile that always made my stomach drop and my pulse stutter. “Do you want to see something crazy?” he murmured. He withdrew his hand from between my legs and lifted it into the silver moonlight. My own wetness glistened on his fingers, unmistakable. Without breaking eye contact he brought them to his lips and licked them clean—slow, deliberate, savoring the taste of me. Heat flooded my cheeks. “You’ve gone mad.” “Oh yes.” His voice dropped even lower, almost a growl. “I am fucking mad. You’re driving me fucking crazy.”

“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

She cursed, seeing that he was not listening to her pleas, that's when she lost it, as she allowed the immense pleasure she was feeling right now, take control of her. Using her Vampire strength, in a flash, she moved his head from her sex, holding him by his shoulders, she pushed him straight to the chair, that sat at the side of his office In a flash, as his back hit the chair with a very strong impact, before he could even react, Cora was already on top of him, as her hands quickly reached for his zipper, his lips curved up, her feisty actions, arousing him more than ever.

“Ma, please I am really famished and hungry” “I am so sorry, its the new policy” The woman answered cheerfully Turning back in anger, he collided with his face pressed into something warm, extremely smooth and soft, she reared backwards about to fall, George put his hands on her waist, steadying her but the feel of her body, She swallowed deeply as his hands went around her, shocked, he moved his hands on her body, “Soft Curves” “You are nothing but a mass of curves”

he said and laugh but I didn't care about what he's saying I just want to have sex with him. "Ahhh" "Ohh, Ugh" "Uhm" All you wanna hear in cubicles is our moan. I don't know if someone can hear us but I faster thrusting and after a minute with both reached our orgasm. We fixed our clothes before we go out but on the side of the door bathroom, Ralph was there and looked hurt. I came back to my sense and I realized that I hurt the person who treats me special and made me feel loved but I cano teach my heart to love him because someone already owns my heart and it's Genesis.

I searched the internet for help on how to read myself of the curse. The truth found me. I was hungry…not for sex with a man but a specific fantasy that involved three men. I touched myself to videos that played my fantasy, let my mind get creative. It wasn’t until days ago that I found a place in my city. Turns out for a good price, you can live out your fantasies. And now, I was a free woman…ready to walk down the aisle without feeling like a horny wreck. “All done.” the stylist announced. I glanced at my reflection on the vanity mirror..

“Please don’t do this. I don’t want this. I just want to leave. I just want it to stop. ” Her smile widened unnaturally. “You don’t get to choose anymore. ” “No, ” I sobbed. “Please… ” Darkness surged forward, slamming into me like a wave. I screamed as something ripped through my chest, spreading fast and merciless. My limbs locked, my vision blurring as the ground vanished beneath me. The last thing I felt was the loss of myself. Then everything went black. THE CURSE I stretched, bones shifting beneath thick fur as I rose from the forest floor. The night welcomed me like an

Catching hints of sugar and coffee, I give in to need and grasp her chin, running my thumb over those lips the way I long to do with my tongue. Fucking hell, I catch the scent of her cunt, hot and wet—for me. I hadn’t smelled her when she was in my arms. With a curse I push away from her before I take her. Yes, I could have her—she might not want to, but she does want me. No, I want hours, days to feast on her body, not in the back of a car with my men in the front seat. What the fuck did she say? Fuck that, it takes everything in me not to put her over my knee this fucking second. Until I remember her saying Carlo said horrible shit about her attractiveness. Celia is not thin; however, she