His Curvy Kiddo Novels & Stories

The next day, early in the morning after breastfeeding her baby, she let her baby playing in the living room. Her six-month-old baby was laying on the mat, full of squishy toys, after squeeze and bite a silicon hello kitty toy in her hand, she flips her body, rolls to front and back, searching for her mother. When she saw her mother, she smiles showing her gums, and try to crawl towards her mother. She tries so hard to commando crawl style with her tummy but she only ended reversing with that style.

She has a nice smile, her hair was tied carelessly and her toddler kept playing on it as if the doll on her other hand wasn't enough. "It's fine. You're welcome," Cleo replied, she doesn't have anything to say but to be kind to the woman in front of her that she even said her greeting to the toddler. "She's Noa," she said showing the toddler on her as she struggled from her squirming and gawking. "I'm Farah." The toddler was around three, wearing pink pants and a white shirt with a strawberry shortcake embedded on it. She has big, pinkish cheeks that she imagined eating cotton candy, her baby hair was stuck around her forehead as beads of sweats appeared on her tiny button nose.

“November? Jennie? Is the game over?” They turned to the boys; both of them had already worn pants. One of them walked towards Kai and handed him his pants. One of them has a mohawk hairstyle they call Aidan while the other had dark hair he put up to a ponytail. His name is Eldric. Jennie is annoyed enough, “Kai broke the rules! It’s supposed to hide and seek, not attack it!” November nods as she dusts her white dress. While the rest of the kids looked confused and indifferent.

"Daddy, why are you hiding here?" Two kids of two or three years old rushed out of the crowd. The one who was speaking was a lovely and white little girl, as delicate as a porcelain doll. She was extremely cute, wearing a white skirt of excellent quality. At first glance, one could tell that she was born into a noble family. Behind the little girl was a fat boy with an air of charming naivety. His flesh made him a snowball, revealing a unique touch of milk. "Uh, why are you here?" Ding Hao did not expect that these two little kids would join the crowd and find him.

I'll find her with every inch of my being. I sat by my dress table, I could see myself in the mirror across the table. My neck--full of red stripes, I can't believe I did this to myself. One look upon my innocent face, I remembered my dream. Is she my clone? She looks exactly like me. For hell's sake, I must find her. My head ached. I swallowed hard, examining myself. A weird fourteen year old, weak and vulnerable (severe asthmatic patient) . Arkishair has been my backbone all these while and now she's gone. It's now me, Katty, my monster of a father and Emiliar, a mysterious friend.

I looked around and saw that the others also seemed curious. The toddler slowly waddled her way over to me and lifted her arms up. Who was I to resist such a cutie? She settled on my hip and smiled at me. God, she was so adorable. Curly black hair, light blue eyes, and the prettiest ivory skin tone. She looked like a little angel. “We don’t know her name, but we’ve been calling her Joy,” one of the females said, smiling softly at her. “Joy is a beautiful name for a beautiful girl,” I said, kissing her forehead.

"Even children would be taller than you." What he hinted at was that she could very well go ahead and play. However, she became angry when she heard that. She glared at him menacingly. Curtis ignored her. He went up and called out to a few children playing on the slides. "Hey kiddos, come over here." Those children were about four to five years old. Some were around seven or eight years of age. They heard someone calling out to them. Not just that, it was someone who was exceptionally good looking. They rushed over and swarmed Curtis.

Iris curled her chubby hand around Blake's silk tie and looked up at him with eyes the shade of moss green. “Today, I fell... and I got a boo-boo…” “You did?” Blake asked softly. “I’m sorry, baby girl. Show me your boo-boo.” Iris moved her nightgown to reveal a scrape on her right knee. “See?” “I do. And how did you fall?” “The bike…” Blake brushed a curl of Iris's brown hair back from her face. “You fell off your tricycle?” The little girl nodded. “Were you going fast or slow?” he asked.

I said with a smile. “Well then do you guys have any questions for our beautiful Mrs. here?” Jade inquired from the kids. A kid raised her hands and then Jade said,“Yes Kiara you can ask.” Ohh my the kids' name was Kiara huh that adorable, and she is an adorable little pumpkin. “Hey Mrs. Kiara,” she said so softly, she definitely seemed shy. “Yes little Kiara,” I responded with a smile. “Well, I just wanted to say that you are really, gorgeous, and I love your cute PJ's too ma'am,” she said.

I said gratefully, and made my way in the direction he pointed. When I got there, my eyes scanned the racks slowly. Tiny jumpsuits, soft booties, cozy little hats—it was impossible not to melt at the sight of them. Everything felt so gentle… so full of hope. I imagined Ethan beside me, picking up a little hoodie and trying to guess if we were having a boy or girl. Smiling at the thought, I picked out just a few items. I wanted to save the real shopping for when I got back to Rome—with him. But some of these were just too adorable to leave behind.