Curvyheroine Stories

It has been four years since I was jilted at the altar by the love of my life, Dani. Time enough, some would say, to have moved on and then some. And yet here I was, still stuck. Sure, superficially, I seemed to be moving on. Had let my shy waitress ensnare me in her sweet trap. But it wasn't the same. It was all temporary... Christy knew it better than anyone. After all I hadn't made her any promises in the months that we had been together. And now that Dani was back, and in trouble too- Nothing mattered to me in front of that. Not even the shy stray I had started to care for. Now if only Christy would understand that and move on...

She was just a broke girl from the wrong side of town. He was a prince looking for his princess. Their worlds were never meant to collide... until one party changed everything. Roshanda is eighteen, thick, brown, and broke - living in a roach-infested hotel with her mama, little sister KK, and her no-good stepdad Bird. She's never belonged anywhere special, and she's definitely never been anyone's idea of a princess. But when she gets invited to a mysterious party at the legendary Marland Estate with her best friends Neveah and Shakira, everything changes. Because the guy throwing the party isn't just some rich boy - he's a twenty-year-old prince looking for the girl of his dreams. Ash has everything money can buy, but he's searching for something real. When he bumps into Roshanda, something clicks. She's different from the fake, shallow girls he's used to. She's real. She's funny. She's beautiful in ways that have nothing to do with money. But when you're from different worlds, happily ever after isn't that simple. Between family drama, jealous rivals, and secrets that could destroy everything, Roshanda will have to decide if she's brave enough to claim her unexpected crown. This is not your typical fairytale. This is what happens when a real girl meets a real prince, and discovers that sometimes the best princesses are the ones nobody expected.

"They called her a pawn. She will make herself a queen." Banished since birth, Tres of Draherne grew up in exile, hidden away in a cottage with her Aunt. When the crown finally summons her home, she dares to hope her parents have changed-that at last she is wanted. But their embrace is a mask. Their smiles, a lie. Tres has not been reclaimed as a daughter-she has been sold as a bride. Her groom is King Vityior of Hargesia, a man feared across kingdoms as the Blood Butcher. They say his power can shatter armies with a gesture. They say his brides never survive the week. To Draherne, she is salvation. To her parents, she is a pawn. To herself, she is already condemned. Yet in the shadows of dread, Tres finds something unexpected in her monstrous husband: not cruelty, but scars as deep as her own. And as war looms on every horizon, the girl once forgotten must choose-bow to the fate that would see her broken, or claim her power, her heart, and perhaps even her throne.

She's a walking sin. He's temptation in a tailored suit. When fire meets ice, desire doesn't ask-it burns. One contract. No rules. Just lust, power, and secrets.

She came to Vegas for a bachelorette weekend. He came for a club deal. Neither of them expected to leave married. Belladonna Godfrey is a shy, curvy bookstore owner who'd rather be reading steamy shifter romances than partying poolside. But when her best friend begs her to tag along to Vegas, Belle ends up in a whirlwind of glitter, chaos, and one dangerously hot biker who looks at her like she hung the moon. Malachai is the VP of the Lords of Khaos Ironwood chapter-a grizzly shifter used to easy fights, easier women, and zero complications. But the moment he scents Belle, all bets are off. She's his mate. His obsession. His everything. One impulsive wedding, a night of forbidden pleasure, and now Malachai has to convince his new bride that she's not a mistake-she's his destiny. But Vegas has a dark underbelly, and someone is watching. And Belle? She might be walking into a world of monsters, motorcycles, and a mate who doesn't know how to let go.

ᴄᴜʀᴠᴇꜱ & ᴄʜᴀᴏꜱ ʙʏ ᴇᴠᴀʀᴀ ʜᴇ ʀᴜʟᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀᴡᴏʀʟᴅ. ꜱʜᴇ ʜɪᴅᴇꜱ ʜᴇʀ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ ɪɴ ɪɴᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡꜱ. ᴍᴇʜᴇʀ ᴄʜᴀᴜᴅʜᴀʀʏ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴏꜰᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴏꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀᴇꜱᴛɪᴍᴀᴛᴇꜱ-ʙʀᴏᴡɴ-ꜱᴋɪɴɴᴇᴅ, ᴄᴜʀᴠʏ, ʙʀɪʟʟɪᴀɴᴛ ʙʏ ᴅᴀʏ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ʙɪᴋᴇʀ-ꜱʟᴀꜱʜ-ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ ʙʏ ɴɪɢʜᴛ. ꜱʜᴇ ᴘᴀɪɴᴛꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʟɪɢʜᴛ ʙᴜᴛ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴅᴀʀᴋɴᴇꜱꜱ. ᴠᴇᴇʀᴇɴᴅʀᴀ ʀᴀᴛʜᴏʀᴇ ɪꜱ ᴀʟʟ ᴇᴅɢᴇ-ᴄʟᴇᴀɴ-ꜱʜᴀᴠᴇᴅ, ꜰᴀɪʀ-ꜱᴋɪɴɴᴇᴅ, ᴀ ᴍᴀꜰɪᴀ ᴅᴏɴ ᴄᴀʀᴠᴇᴅ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ɪᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴀʀ. ʜᴇ ʙᴜɪʟᴛ ʜɪꜱ ᴇᴍᴘɪʀᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴇʀᴄʏ ʜᴀꜱ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏꜰ ʜɪꜱ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ. ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅꜱ ᴄᴏʟʟɪᴅᴇ, ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛꜱ ʙᴜʀɴ, ᴏʙꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ ꜰᴇꜱᴛᴇʀꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇꜱ ᴀ ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀᴏᴜꜱ ʙᴀᴛᴛʟᴇꜰɪᴇʟᴅ. ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʜᴇ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜ. ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋɴᴇꜱꜱ ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ. ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ, ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʟʟ ʀᴇᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴜʟᴇꜱ... ɪɴ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇꜱɪʀᴇ.