His Curvy Kiddo Novels & Stories

His cousin sat next to him. "Ladies and gentlemen if you would please turn your attention here." A man stood up and said, hitting his fork on his glass cup. All eyes turned to him. "Unfortunately," he continued. "Mr. Adam couldn't make it in time so here we have Miss Vanessa Cartwell to end up her speech on Kids. Don't forget the voice might be different but the words are Mr. Adam's," he added. "What utter nonsense!" Adam turned to his cousin angrily. He hadn't written anything of the sort. He attempted to stand and protest but Tyson pulled him back discreetly to his seat.

Richard and some of his Squad mates surrounded the booth and were discussing but Kevin wasn't really listening as he focused on his chicken. Aiden was discussing with a girl his age. She had wavy long black hair that reached her waist. They both held glass cups containing drinks as they discussed. Who's that girl? Ryan wondered. He couldn't see her face as he could only view her back from the angle he stood. He also saw Edward seated on a chair, helping himself to some veal roast. Lots of people crowded the MC and a clown who was joggling some bright red balls while on a unicycle. Some people were at the photo booth having their pictures taken by Dylan.

Curious about her, Jo was observing her and soon found herself enjoying the sweet melody. But now she’s feeling a little scared. What if the lady complains to her dad? Jo isn’t supposed to be there alone! Halsey can’t help but think how cute the little girl is. With her large doe-like eyes and chubby cheeks, the girl has an innocent yet mischievous charm to her. For some reason, Halsey doesn’t want to look away from her and there’s a strange urge for her to hug the child. She loves children but why is her heart leaping to embrace her?

, Khushi praised herself seeing how easily she escaped the situation without letting the manager know anything. Khushi was talking to herself when she noticed someone at the bottom was touching her leg. Her eyes moved down and to her surprise the same kid who was talking to his mother making fun of Abeer's monkey cap was holding her with his tiny fingers. Khushi looked at him and kneeled down to level up with him. "Hey! Little kiddo... What do you want?", Khushi asked, pinching his nose. "Hey! Golgeous (Gorgeous) the toy (boy) whom you aal (are) searching heal (here) and thele ( there) . I knew whele (where) he was actually!", The kid said in his stuttering voice making Khushi surprised.

The sight is the most beautiful thing I have possibly ever seen. From now on, I will know exactly why the spot under my chair is discolored and think of this moment. She stands and I run a finger through the cum on her tip and lick it. “You taste delicious!” I declare. “So do you, Daddy,” she breathes and then winks lowering her skirt, but not retucking her cock. I tuck myself away just in time for the knock on the door. I am so happy these producers are human!

He just wanted to suck her tomato-red cheeks. "I have seen you in a bra so many times, baby; why are you hiding it from me?" He inquired, holding her chin and making her look at him. "But this bra is different, and I don't want you to make fun of me." She pouted at him. 'I gave her the appropriate name, 'Kiddo,' because she is seriously adorable as a child.' He wondered, gazing at her with a smile on his face. "I'll never make fun of my kiddo." He flicked her nose, and she smiled at him. He added, "and I would love to see you in this bra."

Maeve Kieran, my two-year-old nephew, is a strange creature. I’m not sure if all toddlers are this way, or just him, but I find it hard to believe that any parent would live through this and decide to have another–and another. It must be hard having so much feral energy packed into such a tiny body, which explains a lot, honestly. His dark, curly hair bounces around his pointed ears as he races down another long corridor, screaming at the top of his lungs just to hear the sound of his own voice. I grimace when he trips on the carpet runner and falls face first, not even bothering to use his hands to save himself.

He gave that easy smile that really pissed me off. "Is it," he said, nodding, the smile still there. "I liked the dress, and it was ruined," I muttered. He didn't respond, and I didn't look toward his direction to see what expression he had. This was stupid. "So it's about the dress," he said. Yes. It's about the dress. That's what this was about. "Your turn." A voice cut in. I turned, and Kai was standing there — seemed he was done teaching the girls, covered in water, hair drenched, his chest and arms a piece of divine handiwork, because of course it was perfect.

I looked into Edward's eyes, thinking of Philip's greedy PhilTech idea and the huge personal risk I was taking for tomorrow. "I'm calling it Curvaceous Royalty," I said softly. Edward repeated the name slowly, letting the words sink in. "Curvaceous Royalty..." He nodded his head in quiet, genuine approval, a amazed look in his dark eyes as he realized how powerful the idea really was.

Chapter 1: The Return The black gates of voss Manor creaked open like the jaws of a hungry beast as the luxury sedan rolled through. Monalisa clutched the seat edge, her petite, curvy body trembling. At nineteen, she was a vision of untouched innocence—5'2, with wide hips that flared dramatically from a narrow waist, full heavy breasts straining against her modest black sweater, thick thighs pressed together under a pleated skirt, and a plush derriere that made sitting uncomfortable after long drives. Her long, wavy dark hair cascaded down her back, framing a heart-shaped face with wide doe eyes and full lips she nervously bit.