His Curvy Kiddo Novels & Stories

he nudged. We did as told, and he started driving to God knows where. "Babe, this is Talia and Talia. This is my boyfriend Vicker” Curvy introduced us. "Hi there,” the guy greeted "Hello” I whispered "Be at ease. I don’t bite and even though I do sometimes, I only bite my babe” he winked at Curvy who laughed wholeheartedly. "It’s rare for my baby to have a friend and since you are one to her, you must be a good person” he continued

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.

"Just know, miss, we don't do returns or exchanges." "I won't ask for a return or an exchange. I like this one," Aspen said softly, carefully cupping the tiny orange kitten in her palms. She tapped the kitten's nose with her fingertip, whispering gently, "You're so teeny-tiny. Let's call you Dottie, okay? You're just like a little dot." Aren had already taken a cautious step back. He wasn't great with animals, but he still paid Mark, watching Aspen with a mix of affection and helplessness.

Black, clunky, ankle boots complete her outfit. What surprises me most is her Mexican heritage. With a naked child under each arm, Dax walks over and plants a huge kiss on her lips. There goes my image of what a skinhead motorcycle gang consists of. Curly steps out of the car and grabs the little girl from Dax. He leaves his door open and I can hear her squeal when he tosses her into the air. “You little hellion, where are your clothes?” he asks the little girl, who is now yelling, “Do gagain, do gagain, Curry.” It’s the cutest things I’ve ever seen and heard. I have no doubt the child is a handful but gosh she’s precious.

Sarah said. I just smiled at him and looked away. Of course it's curly! Curly like his father, eh. "Baby Zellor, look!" Minda pointed to the McDonalds statue when we got to the mall. He was holding my son while I was just behind them. My son is clueless and just looking at me. His hand is clasped on Minda's neck. I laughed and waved at my son. It's good that he didn't cry when Minda picked him up. My son is picky about people so it's a wonder he doesn't cry when Minda is around.

Sebastian mumbled, “Our son is already bright, but he needs to learn knowledge from others as well.” “Tisha? You are zoned out right now.” He snapped his finger right in front of me, forcing me to blink my eyes exaggeratedly. “A-Ahem, well, we really should ask him if he wants to,” I mumbled before bringing my son closer to the poster of that modeling child. She looks so pretty. Her skin looked like it was being taken care of properly and the makeup looked like it was done by a professional. “Tain, there is an upcoming modeling event about this clothing called BKK, would you like to join and meet kids your age?” I curiously asked.

She looks at me trying to understand something, or trying to read me, I don't know. “Are you Daddy's new girlfriend and my new mommy?” She's smart for a 4 something old. I look over to Siya and see him looking all worriedand shocked. I look back at Jade and smile warmly at her. “Hi Jade, my name is Sino, I am Daddy's new girlfriend, do you want me to be your new mommy?” Jade nods vigorously, I chuckle, a grin spreading across my lips. Kids are just adorable. “You are so pretty, okay you can be my mommy if you buy me chocolate.” She says, striking a deal with me.

Some of them have parents accompanying them to watch. I bent down when I felt someone hug my leg and thigh. When I saw a child who I think was between the ages of two and four years old I smiled. It was a girl wearing a floral dress. Her hair is naturally curly and has a big ribbon. I squatted so that we were level with it. "Hi!" I greeted the girl who smiled at me. Its whole, white and even teeth came out. It even has dimples that's why I was more happy. "You're so cute." I touched the boy's cheek.

“Are you okay? Sorry.” I quickly wrapped my arms around the small body and stood them upright. And when I confirmed the child’s face. ‘Crazy.’ Blonde hair. Green eyes sparkling like lush forest. ‘Are they a child model or something?’ I can assert I’ve never seen such a cute and lovely child in my life. I was in the mood to applaud an appearance that wasn’t of this world’s beauty, but instead the child looked at me and clapped. “Cool brother!” “C-cool?”

Little fingers tugged at my skirt, hands reached for my hair, and one bold boy jumped straight onto Caden’s back like it was the most normal thing in the world. He didn’t even flinch. Just smiled. “Looks like you’re famous,” I teased, breathless as we waded through them. “Always knew I’d be a celebrity.” We spent the entire afternoon there—laughing, dancing, playing tag. We kicked soccer balls, braided hair, passed out toys and watched tiny faces light up like fireworks. A little girl named Kiki glued herself to me and refused to let go of my hand. She asked me at least twenty questions in five minutes, then insisted I come braid her doll’s hair while she showed me her math workbook.