Highest ranking: #4 in Chicklit Penelope has been overweight her whole life. She let her crazy friend talk her into joining a gym. What she didn't expect to find was Reed. He's fit, sexy, and way out of her league...so she thinks. Reed loves his women with curves. When he first laid eyes on Penelope he wanted to help her. He also wants to explore her delectable curves.

"You're not leaving me! You're MINE!!!", growled Giovanni. "Why should I stay when every fucking pack doesn't want me as your Luna or queen!" "I don't give a fuck what they want because they obey by my fucking rules or else they die! Aniyah I love you and I'm not about to let none of those pathetic wolves take you from me!", he growls. "Giovanni you deserve better than me. I'm only going to hinder you and make you look bad." "Aniyah if you try to leave me, I swear to the moon goddess herself that I will fucking tie you to my bed and make love to you until you realize that you complete me as much as I do you." Giovanni growls into my ear. What happens when an 18 year old, overweight werewolf Aniyah Marie crosses paths with the infamous and most feared Alpha King Giovanni King. What happens when she discovers the hidden powers she posses? Will she be able to handle the difficult task as Alpha Queen or will she succumb to the judgmental wolves in and out of Giovanni's pack?

A Big Beautiful Woman. A Jerk with A Heart of Gold. Slap-Slap-Kiss. Unresolved Sexual Tension. Wouldn't you read it? Due to random universe warping-shenanigans, Simone Sumpter is now rooming with Humanity's Strongest. He's a hot angsty piece of ass, but Simone can't focus on that because the government is hot on he and the Survey Corps' scent, making the dimension hop seem not so random. Will Simone and Levi make out? Will they ever bump uglies? Why is Simone such a perv? Why are these the only questions being addressed? Find out in A Shitty Love!

"WHO THE FUCK WAS HE, HUH!" He screamed at me. His anger was rolling off him in waves. "Goddamnit. ANSWER ME ROSE!" I just stood there for a moment until I realize something. "WE'RE NOT TOGETHER, YOUR NOT MY FATHER AND I DON'T OWE YOU SHIT ESPECIALLY AN EXPLANATION." I shouted back at him. My anger quickly turned into fear as he stalked towards me. My back it the wall as he trapping me from leaving. "You belong to me and only me. No one is allowed to touch you and your not allowed to touch anyone else." I looked at him with disbelief. Going around acting like I'm his slave. "I am not your property you do not own me. Like I said before we are not together so I can do whatever I want." I poked his chest with every word. ⚠️WARNING: THIS IS MY FIRST STORY AND THIS BOOK CONTAINS A LOT OF TYPOS. (When this book is completely finish I will delete it so that I can fix all the grammar errors and publish it when I'm finished.)

The pictures used in this book do not belong to me. What happens when the system fails us, when we are judged based on looks and we are factions, when most are beautiful and some are un-beautiful. What happens when some are loveless and some are bathed in it. Those with the biggest smiles are those with broken souls. Is it a crime, to rebel, to love, to lust. Adeyo Carter an art and cultural enthusiast, lives in modern day North Carolina, she faces struggles as an African-American student, independent and studious, she looks past the comment on her weight and bullying of her bunkmates in the rundown YWCA building that provides shelter for them. Pharaoh Smith, misunderstood and a troubled young man, who is bullied constantly by his father to take over the family business, Pharaoh is passionate about art and he is disgusted by the family business, it exploits poor people and it is a dishonest business he'd rather create his own empire, but every Aladdin must have a Jasmine. Pharaoh has his eyes on voluptuously beautiful Adeyo.

"I see you" She said looking into my eyes. "No shit" I said boredly. "No the real you" she retorted, what could she possibly see in me that's any different from people here or any visitors, so I asked not changing my demeanor or attitude. "Really.. And What is it exactly that you see?" "How can I say this......, your a broken toy who seems broken, but is not it just needs a little fixin and maybe even new batteries..yeah". And with that she smiled, that beautiful smile that kept me in daze all the time, I fucking hated it. I was shocked, I had no idea what to say, but kept my face unreadable, I didn't want her too see....me? Or anything about me. "Whatever" I said and walked away. Read to find out the rest. And a better description as an introduction of the book. Hope you enjoy, trust me it's pretty good.

This book will contain any steamy scenes from the book Perfect Curves. According to Wattpad, you should be 17+ to read/ access mature content. Please read responsibly :)

"Don't forget me Gemmi!!!" I said as tears streamed down my face "I won't!" He replied back as their car made its way down the road. And that was the last time I saw my best friend. And only at the young age of 6....... I've made a couple of stories on here but didn't really know what to do with them, but this one I want to finish so please just work with me...

Adalyn Felicity De Bourgh is black, tall, curvy and the 24 year old, sole heir/descendant of the De Bourgh family, the alpha line of a small countryside pack. Being 24, she has all but given up hope of ever finding her mate. On top of that, her elderly parents want, but also need to retire from their leader positions. Her mother has given her an ultimatum. By the time she turns 25 she has to either: find her mate, get impregnated by a suitable sperm donor to give her alpha-offspring, or let go of the pack altogether to let it merge with another pack. Problem is, her 25th birthday is in three weeks' time and how is she supposed to juggle between making the most important decision of a lifetime and her day-job?

. . . . . While every other room was filled with your typical everyday school supplies, his was more of a play room than anything else. Like some kind of sex dungeon for those people with sex kinks would have. His hand lightly grasped my neck, as he applied light pressure. I was scared this was our last session, before he was going to drop me like the rest of his woman. I let my fingers trail down his torso, to the hem of boxers, wanting to go further than that. We were so close, I could smell his after aftershave. His jaw line that clinched whenever he was angry, making it much more entertaining in class. I was getting impatient with his slow pace, so I decided to make the first move. As soon as our lips connected, I could feel the guilt. But it was too late, all I could do now was enjoy, while it lasted. . .