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EMANUELE'S POVThe ache inside my chest was swift and sharp, throbbing like a rotten tooth. Sighing, I peek out the small oval window to my direct left. The sky reminds me of a kaleidoscope of colours, like bottles of spilt paint on a canvas. I wonder what Kevah is doing right now. Is she crying? Does she miss me? I know I miss her already. I wish I had more time with her. More time with her incredible mouth and her sharp hazel eyes that could stop a meter shower if she stared at it too long. What are you doing, Manny? Breathe, I coax myself. Pulling on the collar of my shirt like that will make me breathe better. I let out a strangled sigh. It's only a few months, I will see her in no time, I tell myself.Passengers are still boarding, and I wait for sleep to consume me. Resting my head on the headrest, trying to get the pain of not seeing my Kevah for months off my mind. “Hello, Emanuele," A sweet female voice jolts me forward. I narrow my eyes at her, trying to figure out where I
HOW THE THICK GIRL STOLE THE PRINCE'S HEART CHAPTER 31: WEDDING GOWN
KEVAH'S POVSo here we are, inside my mother's house with Manny. We are here to tell her and Adrian that we are getting married. It is the twins' idea. They claimed that if I got married without Mama's blessing, then I'd never forgive myself. So as I said, here we are sitting in Mama's living room, waiting for Adrian to convince her to come out of her bedroom and face us. I can hear their hushed tones growing louder. Adrian must have won the argument because I see Mama coming downstairs toward us. My body shivers, and Manny squeezes my palm tighter. “Don't be nervous, Principessa, it will all be OK.”I just nod my head and blew out the breath I was holding. Mama is wearing her dockers pants with a caramel flip-flop and a neat white crushed blouse is stuck inside the waist of her pants, accentuating her slim figure. Manny and I stand up as Mama and Adrian enter the living room. Before I can get a word in, Mama starts to shoot out accusations.“You're pregnant, aren't you?” Her eyes r
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KEVAH'S POVI am exhausted by the time I stopped crying. My eyes are swollen, but the pain is still there, loud inside my chest. The sky is getting dark now, and I soon have to make my way back to my mother’s house where Manny is waiting for me. But I don't want to see Mama. I just can't deal with her. I don't think Mama likes me. I think she's ashamed of me, the fact that I am on the heavier side, but aren't parents supposed to love their children unconditionally? Regardless of their colour, height, weight or sexual preferences? Mama is such a hypocrite for someone who goes to church and holler out praise the Lord every Sunday. I scoff and my tummy makes a roaring sound. My body is telling me that it’s hungry, but I just don't feel like eating.I am lying on the grass hugging grandma's tombstone when I hear the faint footsteps of someone coming. I smell his cologne before I see him. Manny smiles at me lightly with concern in his eyes. I feel so bad bringing him into my fucked up worl
HOW THE THICK GIRL STOLE THE PRINCE'S HEART PROLOGUE
KEVAH'S POVDECEMBER 25TH, 2011How long does it take to fall in love?It's a simple answer for me because gaping at the exquisitely crafted delicacy in front of me, I'll have to say, seconds. There is a thing called love at first sight, after all.Like a bug-eyed creeper, I gawk at him some more; he is the most magnificent thing I've ever seen. Now I know what tall, dark, and handsome mean.I overhear mama telling Mrs. Shine that he is Brazilian. His thick velvety coat calls out for my mouth to come and caress it.I lick my lips imagining how delicious, how succulent, and how mouthwatering his body tastes.I can't stand this anymore, I have to have him and I have to have him now.I gasp when I feel mama's palm on my back, "Come child, photo time."Oh! brother. I facepalm myself and let mama usher me in front of the cameraman.Two minutes later, and I assume the photoshoot is over, the cameraman points a finger over to my love. "I want one with the entire family, over there." My smil
HOW THE THICK GIRL STOLE THE PRINCE'S HEART CHAPTER 1: I AM FAT
KEVAH'S POVJULY 9TH, 2016Let me tell you something about myself; I am fat, there I said it.I am a 300lbs, dark skin beauty. You don't have to remind me; you don't have to gawk at my huge ass or frown at my Pudge. It's just not nice.I know I'm motherfucking big, and guess what? I don't motherfucking care what a motherfucker has to say about me.I embrace the way I look, and I'm not one of those big girls who hide beneath blankets of clothes or is hesitant to confront their crush because I think he won't accept me because of my weight. Nope, not this lady.Not Kevah.I spent most of my teenage years cowering from boney-ass mean girls. I've been bullied to the extent that I couldn't look at my reflection in the mirror. Not only that, but I was called many names; Landwhale, Fatso, Porky, and my all-time favourite; Miss Piggy.My mother, who couldn't bear to watch me cry myself to sleep any more signed me up for fat camp when I was 16, but those camp directors only took our parents' m
HOW THE THICK GIRL STOLE THE PRINCE'S HEART CHAPTER 2: I DON'T FU*K MARRIED MEN
KEVAH'S POVShit! Here we go.I hold my breath, praying that my sisters will keep their chill. I love myself, so I don't care what anybody has to say about me. The two women quickly avert their eyes when they notice we overheard them. “Girls, take it easy. They're not worth it,” I try my best to calm my sisters. “Eva, what happened to you? Once upon a time, you wouldn't let a bitch get away with saying such shit about you,” Lana questions with teary eyes.“You're too beautiful to let people treat you like this,” Ella says, with tears streaming down her face. She has always been the crier in the family.“Life is way too short to focus my time and energy on what people say and think about me. It's obvious that those girls have nothing else to do than sit and criticize people; their lives only have a purpose when they're bullying others. What's important to me is how I view myself and not how others see me. My opinions of myself are what matters. I've been living by this decree for tw
HOW THE THICK GIRL STOLE THE PRINCE'S HEART CHAPTER 3: PIMPA'S PARADISE
KEVAH'S POV“Welcome to my office," Victor opens his arms, gesturing to the grandeur structure of the chamber. There is a small bed to the side, adorned with heart-shaped pillows and soft pink silk sheets. There's a mirror above the bed.What is this, Pimpa's Paradise?If this is so, I guess he's the pimp, but I ain't no prostitute.This is a one-time thing, there's no need to become emotionally attached, plus I gotta cum soon, my sisters will come searching for me in — I study the time on the clock to my left — fuck, I've already been gone 5 minutes, so I think I've got at least 15 minutes left before they come looking for me. “Do you want a drink to help you rela —” I smash my lips against his mid-sentence. Why do Victors have to talk so fucking much?My abrupt action causes him to lean back against his expensive mahogany desk. He holds my head between his palms, and he deepens the kiss. My fingers struggle to undo his buttons.“Motherfucker," I mutter between kisses.“What's wro
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