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Book 1: Big, Bold, And Beautiful(Completed)

Tracey Holmes's life is nothing short of a rollercoaster, even though she lived in the trenches, Tracey believed that she was made for the big things life has to offer.

when she unexpectedly got a job in a multinational company, She finds herself unavoidably attracted to Devin Hester, a renowned known billionaire, and Casanova. Despite Devin's long list of baggage, Tracey is willing to overlook it, but just how much can she take?

Devin Hester aside from being a billionaire is the alpha of all alphas. He has a vision of what his potential mate should look like, She has to be classy, sexy and a head turner, what happens when he finds out that his soul mate is a lowlife plus size girl? find out in this romance-themed story.

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Book Two: The Alpha And His Mafia Mate(Ongoing)

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Isabella was only five years old when she first murdered a man in cold blood under the supervision of her uncle. all her life she has been trained to be brutal, emotionless, and cold.

She has one life goal and that is to bring down the family of the man who mercilessly murdered her father, her uncle, and her grandmother.

She was trained to become one of the best snipers in the Italian Mafia

Xavier Hester is a trained US one-man army, thanks to his supernatural genes. when he receives a call that his favorite grandma has been shot by an Italian sniper, he returns home with the sole purpose of bringing a painful death to the one who has dared him.

what happens when he accidentally bumps into a bad girl who captured his heart from the moment he set his eyes on her? He knew she was no ordinary girl and will stop at nothing to tame her.

will love prevail when they both learn the bitter truth of their past or will they fall apart and consume each other in their fury?

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Chapter 1- New Day, New Beginning
Authors Note: Hi there, thanks for stopping by. This first book is a Plus size story(stories) and it's aimed at teaching our ladies to love and appreciate their while working towards achieving the perfect health conditions. The beginning of this story is about what lots of plus-size ladies go through, while some are too shy to talk about it, others are too embarrassed to admit it. Hopefully, at the end of this story, Everyone would be able to appreciate their body type and know that good health is paramount. The book2 is titled "The Alpha and his Mafia Mate" and I hope you like the book enough to follow the second book. With that said, please enjoy the stories. ****** Tracey *What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, Stand a little taller That doesn't mean I'm lonely when I'm alone What doesn't kill you makes a fighter Footsteps even lighter Doesn't mean I'm over 'cause you're gone* I yawned tiredly as I stretched to put off my phone alarm music that was buzzing me from my beautiful but short sleep. I hardly ever sleep throughout the entire night these days. I mean why sleep when there are millions of romantic stories readily available online 24/7? Thanks to the after-effect of the covid-19, you don't need to leave the comfort of your home to enjoy amazing stories. My mind slowly drifted to the story that kept me awake throughout the night, 'The Alpha King and His Wolfless Luna' by Lulu Bells. It's a story of how an ordinary slave girl became the mate of the most powerful alpha male in the entire kingdom. How nice it must be to have someone so powerful to call your own, to protect you, and provide and help you build your dreams. Wouldn't it be nice if werewolves were real and romantic like all the stories portray? Because if I am to wish for one, I would wish for the most handsome, powerful, and most protective of them all. “Tracey, please tell me you are dressed and ready to go for that job interview today?” Sharon my roommate turned best friend barked from the door as soon as she stepped in. Her voice interrupted my thoughts and brought me back from my fantasy as I blinked my eyes repeatedly to have a proper look at her while I asked myself why in heaven's name she was up and all dressed when it was not yet eight in the morning. Sharon is a beautiful, tall, slender, black American, with amazing brown skin, you know the type Beyonce sings about. Her outward beauty is nothing compared to her heart as she is the most wonderful person I have ever seen in my twenty-one years of existence. She works as a stripper at night and just recently she is trying to get an additional day job to help combat the insanely high cost of living. “What job interview are you talking about,” I asked as I yawned hungrily, while Sharon was busy picking clothes from our tiny closet. In case you still have not guessed, I am currently jobless, and I'm not exactly looking for one at the moment. What is the use of searching for one? when I have been turned down so many times by companies and bars just because of my look and size that right now, all I want to do is s**t them all in the face and get married to the richest alpha king in the jungle and become the fat ass b***h turned luna. That by the side though, I have a few families that call me from time to time to come help them babysit their kids, the pay is not much but it's better than nothing. I have tried stripping but the manager of the club didn't even blink when he said a capital 'NO' to me. I am not all that fat, I just have a little bit of extra flesh all over me, I currently about weigh two hundred and fifty pounds. Yes, I know what you are thinking especially since I stand at about 5. 9ft tall, But don't say it. It's not my fault, I was born big, at least that is what I was told. The gym and veggies are just too expensive for me. I mean why would you want me to pick a vegetable meal, over a nice juicy well-made turkey or freshly baked bread? I do take fruits and veggies once in a while because I feel like it not because I am been told to do so. “The job interview I told you about weeks ago,” Sharon said with a sigh while rolling her eyes heavenly. “Oh, you are talking about the 'Spark and glam' company,” I said passively as I recollect her saying something like that weeks ago. “Thank you for remembering, now please get up and get dressed the interview starts at 10:00 am,” she said. “Oh, I didn't realize I was supposed to go with you, I mean you should have told me you needed a cheerleader or morale booster or something,” I said tauntingly just to piss her off. I don't get why Sharon always insists on us going to big companies to find jobs when she knows that we won't get the opportunity. Well, they might pick her because of her size and beauty, but me, unless of course, they are looking for a plus-size model. “Tracey Holmes, if you don't get up this minute...” “Alright, I'm up,” I said as I struggled to get off the two-unit bunk bed that I share with Sharon. Sharon bought the double bunk from an old junk sale along with the tiny foams that came with it. We live in a very small apartment and that is because small means affordable here in NYC. Before now Sharon was able to pay most of our bills with little or no support from me, but with the recent rise in rent and bills, it gets overwhelming. And I desperately want to help out more, I have even tried getting more families to help babysit their kids, but the economy is not so friendly at the moment and every family is doing everything to save costs. “What position are we going for again,” I asked while brushing my teeth in our mini bathroom. “It's the position of a personal assistant to one of the top staff at the company,” “And you feel they will pick us because of what exactly?” I asked as I looked at my chubby but spotless face in the mirror. My brown hair tainted with strands of gold is a knotted mess. My eyes were a bit puffy due to insufficient sleep and honestly, I wished I could just seat the day out. I felt this mission was dead on arrival, like who is going to employ two high schools dropout as personal assistants? “Anything is possible, Cinderella got the prince, and the weak females always get the strong alpha males in the stupid stories you read on your phone,” she said optimistically. “If you think it's stupid then why are we going to this interview? You know they are not going to pick us, I'm sure they will be looking for a model-like body with a face from Victoria's secret and possibly a graduate with straight A's from oxford university,” I said in a not-so-happy tone. I was devasted when My aunty and her husband suddenly decided to withdraw me from high school on the ground that it was too expensive. Despite the constant bullying from the other students, I was enjoying my days in school, I had wanted to become a lawyer or a private detective that can fight and defend the helpless. but all my dreams came crashing when they stopped me and made me do the chores while their kids went to expensive private schools. At some point, I started believing that perhaps that was the life I was meant to live since I never got to know who my real parents were. I was told they both died in a car accident when I was much younger. My aunty and her husband took me in and offered to train me till I could start life on my own. I later got to know that they used that as an excuse so they could get their hands on the government funds that were given to them. They never treated me with ideas and that is where I got my bad eating habit from, as they would often not save up any food for me and I had no choice but to pay for donuts and other junkie food to fill my belly. I was kicked out on my eighteenth year birthday, to go and start caring for myself. I had zero idea of where to begin as I left their home but luckily I ran into Sharon and she willingly accepted that we both share her apartment and the bills. “at least we still get to show off our beautiful clothes and take some nice pictures,” Sharon said with a chuckle, And I couldn't help but smile at her words. I quickly finished with my business in the bathroom and came out to see Sharon holding up my red body con dress, okay let's change that to my favorite red dress. It's just a little below my kneel, it is a V-neck dress that shows a bit of cleavage. Although it was very cheap when I bought it, due to my body size, I make it look good anytime I put it on. At least that's what I feel when I imagine myself with a super flat tummy and well-rounded hips. “Do you think I should be wearing a red dress for an interview?” I questioned Sharon as I took the dress from her. “Do you have any other dress in mind?” she questioned teasingly. I looked at her and smiled while she quickly picked up a few dollar bills that were just lying on our dressing table. “Be fast, the cab will be here soon,” she whined. “We are using a cab?” I asked as I was surprised to hear that we will be spending extra cash on transportation when we could easily catch a bus. “Yes, we are,” she said as she pulled out my black shoe from under the bed and tossed it toward where I was dressing up. **** We arrived at the office building fifteen minutes before the set time for the interview. The building was magnificent, it had over thirty floors, and the exterior was exquisite. You could easily mistake the building for a five-star hostel. If I had any tiny hope that we would get the job, it was immediately washed off as soon as the cab pulled at the front of the building. There were over fifty girls that looked like they were pulled out of a fashion magazine moving in and out of the building. “Are you sure we are here for a job interview or a reality tv show?” I asked Sharon who was still busy arguing taxi fees with the driver. “What did you expect? The job comes with a fifty thousand dollars monthly salary, a free car, and accommodation,” she said in the most casual way that I couldn't help but just stare at her unbelievably. “Close your mouth Tracey, you will make people stare at us,” Sharon said as she walked into the building while I followed closely behind her. The air conditioner and the smell that hits you as soon as you step into the office make you forget all of your life struggles. I quickly tried adjusting the way I walked in my black heels that I had previously coated the peeled part with black nail polish. “You didn't mention this last bit of information,” I said in hush tones to Sharon who was busy with who was staring at us and who wasn't. “Hi, please we are here for the interview,” Sharon said to the beautiful classy lady at the reception. “I'm sure you are,” she said slightingly as she looked at us with a little bit of what I might call resentment. Despite our effort to look all glam and classy, we still can be spotted by the rich city folks. We live on the not-so-popular side of the town and hardly ever comes to the city. It appeared from everyone present that Sharon and I were the only ones oddly dressed. Did I mention Sharon had a short multi-colored sequence gown on? We both look like two single ladies looking for a hookup on a Friday night. but that is not our problem, it's their thoughts and so their problem. The receptionist was about to pull out something from under her desk when the door opened and several footsteps starts heading our way. The receptionist's sudden composure and smile told me that whoever just walked into this building must be very important. I followed her gaze to see the most alluring man I have ever seen or imagined. He stands about six feet tall and with a face made only for tv, I couldn't tell the color of his eyes because they were hidden behind the dark shades he had on. His aura screams power, wealth, and dominance. His all-black suit made him so desirable that I didn't know when I smirked my lips in total awe. His expensive cologne hit my nostril and the greedy bastard hungrily took in the scent. He was walking ahead of two other others, a man who appeared to be his bodyguard and a woman who appeared to be his assistant. I felt his eyes look my way and I couldn't tell whom he was looking at as I subconsciously closed my eyes to savor the numerous thoughts going through my mind. Wouldn't it be nice to have his arms wrapped around me while he whispers sweet nonsense in my ears? A quick tap from Sharon zapped me out of my fantasy I looked around to see that he was gone. At that moment I knew my life had changed, can't tell if it was for good or bad. One thing was certain, and that is the fact that he is that inferno that everyone warns you about, but still, In him, I would gladly burn.

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