Plus Size Romance Books Novels & Stories

he interrupted. “Stop following me Jax,” I commanded establishing my authority changing the conversation because at the end of the day he was just a massive fan of mine. “No, I want recommendations on books, preferably the slow burns with two people trying to fight their connection when they were soulmates from the moment they met but they were blind.” I know what he was doing. He was trying to describe our romance but ours was a tragedy, not a romance in my books anyway. I huffed annoyed and played his game, by saying “I would recommend Birthday Girl by Penelo-“

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She knew these people from nowhere and they've already done so much for her. "You're welcome, dear. I also brought some books for you to read. I felt you might be bored." Clarice said as she brought out some novels from a bag. There were about four of them so she handed them to Raina. "Thank you so much. I'm sure I'll enjoy them." Raina said as she checked out the novels one by one, paying more attention to the title, synopsis, author of each book. "Hope Adriana did not cause you any trouble? and thanks for the clothes." Raina said as she noticed the beautiful dress her daughter was wearing.

“Damien not glued to your side today? Odd. He tends to keep his… projects close.” Serena’s brows drew together. “What exactly are you implying?” “Oh, come now.” Camille stepped closer, her perfume cloying, her smile widening. “You don’t honestly think you’re the first, do you? Damien has a pattern. Swoops in, plays the saviour, dresses his women up like trophies, parades them around… and when he’s bored, he doesn’t just walk away. He breaks them. Quietly. Completely.” Serena’s jaw tightened, though her voice stayed steady. “Thanks for the unsolicited TED Talk on Damien Drake, but I’ll pass.”

The dress tore when I tried to force myself into it, he bought the dress in size 18 knowing that I was bigger and more curvy than that size. I met Morris at the mating ritual when I was nineteen, he was the son of Beta, who had just come back from overseas study. That night he was there at the mating ritual, and he chased me relentlessly, because he wanted to be with me and cherished me as his mate and he didn’t care about my size. We dated for a year and got married when I was twenty. I thought I got my fairytale ending, the happy marriage, and the man that I love. Since I was above the beauty standards in the pack, I thought someone truly loved me for me.

“I just want to feel like a real woman.”… Kira Roy is plus size and bookish, but to others that felt like a sin. Then the only boy she ever allowed herself to love cheated on her. But who would have thought the pen pal who replied to her post was the Devil himself …Lucian Brookmoore? But he’s just not obsessed with her. He will teach her how perfect pleasure can be and how sin can be enjoyed. But there’s a cost. One she definitely can’t pay.

I felt my chest tighten and quickly reached for my water glass, taking a long sip to busy my hands with something other than feeling. "Anyway," I said, clearing my throat, "Norman mentioned you two planned a shopping spree for me." Patricia's whole face lit up instantly, the heaviness of the previous moment evaporating immediately. "It was completely his idea," she said. "He called me at nine in the morning and said he wants a full makeover situation. He specifically requested skimpy dresses” "I'm not exactly comfortable in dresses like that," I admitted. "That," Patricia said, pointing her fork at me for emphasis, "is exactly how you keep these men exactly where you want them, wrapped compl

The rug was a lost cause, and so was I. Ava traced lazy circles on my stomach. “Still catching the morning train?” I laughed, raw. “Changed my plans. Indefinitely.” Ethan pressed a kiss to my shoulder. “Good. We’re just warming up.” Liam’s hand slid between my thighs, teasing. “Chapter two starts at dawn.” I closed my eyes, sated and aching and already wet again. The lodge smelled of sex and pine and possibility. Outside, the mountain stood silent. Inside, three bodies curled closer, ready to write the next scene on my skin.

Nora brought white roses when she visited me in the hospital. She fumbled with the flowers, accidentally tipping over the vase and spilling water everywhere. "Oh, no. I'm so sorry, Natalie," she babbled, scrambling to clean up the mess. "I didn't mean to do that." "It's fine," I said, even though nothing really was. She sat down, nervously fiddling with the edge of her skirt. It was a fancy Chanel, a present from Francis, but I was the one who had picked it out. "Natalie, have you and Francis been at it again?"

Then, when the bills outgrew what dancing could cover, I let it become something else. Private hookups, arranged through the manager, always with the wealthiest clients. It was an indecent job but indecent jobs were the only ones that paid enough around here, and I would do every filthy thing this city demanded of me, over and over, if it meant Eli kept breathing. I picked up my lipstick and carefully applied it before smoothing a hand over my outfit. My body had always attracted attention. I was a plus-sized woman blessed with generous curves, a narrow waist, full breasts, and wide hips that no dress could ever hide.