Plus Size Romance Novels & Stories

How I met him was quite a meet-cute, never have I been in a relationship this passionate. He was everything and supported me, he gave me all I ever asked for. Since I first met him at the club, where I turned from a waitress to a striper, he had always hovered around me. He made me felt special, I could see his love for me in his eyes. We never had any problems, just small irrelevant arguments. I have been dreaming about the day he would propose to me, to be sincere, I have never been this patient in my life.

"Did you miss the part where everyone laughed?" "They don't know what they're talking about." I blinked. "...What?" "I'm serious," he said. "I scout models for different companies." For a second, I thought he was joking but he wasn't smiling. "One of the agencies I'm working with is looking for plus-size models. The selection is in less than a week." I stared at him. Unable to process what I'd just heard. "They are looking for plus-size models?" He nodded. "If you are interested, I can get you an audition."

"Fine. But consider this the last time I'll ever sleep with you." "We'll see about that…" Noru rushes to touch Toma's lips with his and drags his body all the way to his room. Both strips as their lips never parted, when all of their clothes are out of their way, Noru spreads Toma's legs getting hard at the sight. "…you know, you'll never get a big dick if you end up with Yuji." Noru joked.

Even the main character in the book, Cedric, couldn't compare to Darren's outstanding handsomeness. This man standing there would make people feel that he should be from somewhere high above, untouchable. And now, this man belonged to her. Her smile deepened and she leaned in slightly. Her back revealed a graceful curve. With a smile, she dropped a light kiss on his lips. Holding her slender waist, his deep eyes darkened. Darren hugged her tightly, as if wanting to meld her into his chest. "You are quite bold." His voice was hoarse and sounded magnetic. It was filled with restrained attraction as it tingled Hannah's earlobes.

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Nova remained suspiciously quiet. As we continued mingling, I mentally counted the girls shifting tonight. Me. Sloane. Selene—that bitch who never missed a chance to make fun of us. Two other girls from the eastern side of the pack. And Clara. Apparently, because me and my sister weren’t tiny size fives with abs carved from stone, we were considered “plus-size” by wolf standards. Which was ridiculous. We were like size twelve or fourteen at most. We had curves. Ass. Tits. Actual womanly bodies.

Steam rose in soft curls, carrying the warm, savory smell of broth and herbs. After leaving the base I sent him a short message. He did not reply with words, but the love reaction that appeared a moment later was answer enough. By the time I reached my uncle’s residence the news about Rosalie had already spread like wildfire. Martin stood in the main room speaking with the butlers when I walked in. His eyes found mine at once, concern softening the usual sharpness of his gaze. "Sweetheart, you are back. I heard the Lycan Queen tried to set Levante up with a pregnant woman?"

This was closer to a lesson delivered by someone who had prepared the material in advance. "A second-chance bond forms only after a first bond has been fully rejected by at least one party," Ilsa continued. "It does not form out of longing or proximity alone. Something in the original pairing has to fail in a way that the Goddess herself decides cannot stand. The correction is rare enough that entire generations pass without a single confirmed case. When one does appear, it tends to attach itself to bloodlines that already carry unusual weight. That attachment is not random. The older material treats it as significant. Ordinary pairings rarely receive this kind of intervention. The ones that

Maybe one of them was applying to be his new personal assistant, but what about Brandon? "Are you entirely sure you won't reconsider my applications, Mr. Dantrix?" one of the women purred, twirling a dark strand of hair around her manicured finger. She casually ran her fingers over her exposed cleavage as though she wasn't doing it deliberately right in front of him. "I don't know about her, but I can personally assure you that I'm quite exceptional in bed," the other woman added smoothly, directing a sharp, pointed look at her rival before drawing his attention back to herself.

No Zara. Zane opened the door two inches. “Speak.” The man looked at my legs, then my knuckle, then Zane’s scars. “Good show. Messy. Valuable. I run a private card across town. I want the Faceless Alpha and the plus size mate as a set. One night. One room. One purse that makes your hospital look like pocket change.” “No,” Zane said. The man kept smiling. “I have not named the number.” “You named my woman like a pair of tickets,” Zane said. “The answer is no.”