His Curvy Kiddo Novels & Stories

Adira found them so cute. “Ahmmm, actually, the kids have something to give,” Marie introduced. She stepped aside to show the kids who were eyeing Adira since the first time she stepped inside the orphanage. “H-Hello,Miss Adira,” the kid’s representative, maybe the bravest one among all, said. He is a cute kid with blue eyes, golden curly hair, pluffy cheeks and red lips. Adira can see the kids’ great future when it comes to beauty. ‘He will be super handsome someday,’ Adira believed while staring at the cute boy, who’s blushing so hard in front of her.

Dakoda "Do you feel prepared for today?" I inquire of my 3-year-old. Today marks his debut as a competitive surfer. "Yes, mommy, I was born to do this," Derek confidently responds. He resembles his fathers so much, it's uncanny. Despite only sharing DNA with Korey, he acts just like the other two in numerous ways.

"Look at those curves! That burgundy color was literally created for your skin tone. Joel is somewhere out there living in pure ignorance, because he has absolutely no idea what he lost when he walked away from you!" I couldn't help but laugh out loud at her fiery energy. "Thank you, Khloe. I just really wanted to look nice tonight." "Nice? That's not 'nice,' Gabby, that's dangerous," Khloe teased with a sly wink. "You're going to have that handsome billionaire eating right out of the palm of your hand."

He seems to be having a pretty good time. "Mind if I sit with you then?" As always, Jojo is the picture of politeness. "Sure," I scooch over, and he settles next to me. His eyes are on two dark-haired girls who couldn't be older than seven, climbing the jungle gym. "Cute kids," I comment, enjoying the way they're hanging off the monkey bars. "They are, aren't they?" Jojo beams. "My girlfriend wants kids one day. She'll be a really good mom."

She’s man crazy, forever flirting with every male who comes into the clinic. “I am here for Celia and the kitten she saved from my vehicle.” He nods at me, stepping behind me. His hand is low on my back, urging me forward. How the hell do I feel his touch when I’m wearing a shirt, a sweater, and a coat? I hold up the kitten. “Kitten, his fur is singed. He’s a little one too. Maybe four or five weeks. And he’s so quiet.” She waves me back, her eyes on Milos. “Go on back, girly. Hank and Sue are in surgery with Elvis the Frenchie. They should be out in a half hour or so, but Belinda is free.”

“Shh, baby. Don’t want anyone to hear how good I make you feel.” He sped up, hitting that perfect spot over and over again as I pushed back against him, chasing release. Then—knock knock knock. “Faye?” Rieka’s voice came through the door. “You in there? I need to borrow your charger.”

Matilda “Hey, Aunty Tilda," Kai’s voice vibrated through my ears and I quickly spun around with two pop-sweet stickers in my two hands. “Yes, cutie," I had his face covered in a small kiddo ninja mask. He giggled as I made a funny face, “Come. We should try the carousel!!” His small voice echoed as he excitedly raced toward the yellow plastic. It has a sturdy base that allows kids to climb onto it.