His Curvy Kiddo Novels & Stories

a soft, sweet voice made us look down. A little brown-skinned girl with honey-colored eyes that sparkled in the sunlight and dark curly hair looked at us curiously. She had a lilac pacifier in her mouth, wore a pink dress with a cartoon character, and flip-flops on her tiny feet. She didn’t seem older than three. “Hi, beautiful,” I said in that high-pitched voice we use for kids. “Hey, princess,” Marcos said next. “Are you here to pick a kid?”

Here—my gift to you. And knowing Chloe? Sharing anything wasn't in her vocabulary. Sure enough, the girl lit up. "Thank you! No one's ever given me something this nice! I'm Rainee Gomez. We're besties now. You ever need anything, I got you!" I'd played the quiet, humble act so well, no one even thought to question it. Darian's eyes flickered—just a hint of admiration. Meanwhile, Chloe stood frozen, clutching her ruby box like she couldn't decide if she should keep it or fake generosity.

When the test results came back, I frowned as I stared at the report in my hands. "Cervical cancer? Doctor, is this curable?" The doctor, Oliver Blythe, looked serious as he replied gravely, "Generally speaking, this is one of the more treatable cancers. However, for someone as young as Hailey to develop cervical cancer is quite rare, so treatment might be more complicated than usual." My sister, Hailey Fisher, was five years younger than me and had just turned 20 that year. Ever since she dropped out of middle school, she had not touched another textbook.

I picked it up. Mum. Good morning my darling. I found something I think could really help you. A lot of girls your age are doing this and the results are amazing. It’s simple and sustainable. Check the link 💕 The preview loaded on its own. Split-screen before-and-after. Left side: a woman who looked perfectly fine—soft, real, curvy like me. Right side: the same woman, smaller, smiling that wide, bright, finally acceptable smile.

Queenie was only glad that her viewers didn’t decide to go with the painful-looking spiky dildo. “A studded dildo that resembles something a sweet treat kid might enjoy. I guess someone has been so good that the secret Santa decided to slip this naughty surprise into my bag of goodies. Honestly, did you think I would be fooled by the icing on the dick? You’ve got to do better than this if you want to watch me suck on something hard.”

Her squirrely ass can flip on a dime. The two of them were all but jumping out of their skin with excitement though, so I figured there might be something to what their mother suggested. A night out with daddy, just me, and them. I kept a wary eye on the little one as she sidled up to me and reached for my hand. She's too damn cute for her own good and that's the problem. She has these ringlet curls all over her head that fall to just above her shoulders, wide bright blue eyes, and dimples. Total fuck storm.

Flavia huffed out, walking to her son to take one of the bags and open it, full with toys. “But mommy, last summer, some kids did not have toys, please please.” Kia begged. He gave her his toothless and adorable smile which she just could never resist. Two weeks back, Kia had run himself into a tree, knocking off his front teeth. He had hidden it as much as he could but Kyde’s guilty face and whines gave them away. Kia was the troublesome of the children. Kyde was the most honest and innocent. Kaide would do anything to just be with the two boys, she was the sucker up to them two and definitely mommy’s girl. She was the younger dragon and cutest. Kaide had dark red skin with such thick scale

I shrugged and collapsed back onto the sofa, ignoring the mess on the carpet. There were toys everywhere, crushed chips in the rug, and there may or may not be a cookie languishing beneath the sofa. Honestly, I was afraid to look. The kid stashed things everywhere. “Dadda sin?” Milka asked, scrambling to be put back down. She grabbed her toy guitar and pushed the buttons. “Dum dum dum!” Conor grinned and perched on the sofa next to me. “Yeah, Dadda’s got a concert soon. Lots of them.”

Benji liked children, especially adorably chubby little girls. Just looking at them seemed to make him melt. He squatted down and waved to Layla. "Hey kiddo, I heard your name is Layla, right? I'm a very good friend of your mommy's. Shall I take you to buy a kitty?"

“Aiden, he’s amazing. We work together at the gallery, which is his side gig. He curates for the Art Institute, too. He is one of the best people I know… loves kids, loves animals, works hard, he’s responsible, grounded… and he treats me so well. He’s going to be a great dad. He’s already such a good partner.” “I’m so freakin happy for you, Jess. I can’t wait. For any of it!” “And, uh… how ‘bout you?” Jessie said softly, with an exaggerated waggle of her brows and a sly grin. “No more Eric, I know… but don’t think I missed you holding hands with Mitch. What’s going on there?”