Taken By The PlayBear: A BBW Paranormal Shape Shifter Romance (BBW Shifter Romance, BBW Romance And Alpha Males, BBW Paranormal Romance) by Stacy Wilde
Authors: Stacy Wilde
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Chapter 1
I remember that day. It was a sunny, hot summer day. I looked so beautiful. I started my day with a long shower, pampering myself with my best beauty products.
I had a certain glow, because I was so happy for my childhood friend. She was becoming Mrs. Sophie Powers, and I was so glad to attend her wedding as a maid of honor.
She gave me this beautiful purple dress, which complimented perfectly the tanned color of my skin. My dark brown hair fell over my naked shoulders in such a romantic but sexy way… I had the same extra curvy body that I have today, so the dress pointed out my voluminous thighs, letting a generous cleavage in the limelight.
I was not used to wearing a lot of makeup, because I was blessed with an olive complexion that highlighted my natural beauty and my big, blue eyes.
I put on my high heels sandals and walked out of the house with a strong self-esteem, knowing that my plumped figure would turn some heads around that day.
Everything looked immaculate at the wedding. When I first stepped in, I had the impression of entering a fairytale, with all the flower arrangements, the chandeliers, the candles and the soft perfume that permeated the entire atmosphere.
I grabbed a glass of champagne, smiling without losing my confidence, paying attention to everything that was happening in front of my eyes. Oh how I`ve wanted to be in Sophie’s shoes, she always was luckier than me.
She was now marring that handsome man in the magical background, having everything that a girl could imagine in such a short time.
Imperceptibly, the room and the garden where the ceremony took place were filled with nice, dressed-up people, elegant women and gallant men. Sophie’s family was very rich, so I noticed that everyone invited belonged to the same social category.
I had never been to Paris, but that’s how I was imagining it to be. Classy, stylish, fashionable and smelling expensive! Oh and the champagne was so flavored.
I could bet it was Moet, even if I only had a glass of Moet at the bride’s 21st birthday, when it was legal for all of us to drink and I actually got drunk from having only one sip.
Well, the story seemed to be awkward, because I remember I was dizzy, but in such a different way from the first time. It must be the experience I gained in all of this time, because I was feeling released, relaxed and let loose to live that day intensely.
The ceremony was incredibly romantic. I was sitting there, right beside them and I was sighing from time to time, with every one of the priest’s words, as I was feeling the strong bond that God created in that moment.
And the vows… the vows got me crying as a little child. I knew both of them and I was sure that those were sincere words, words from the heart, that will be reminded and will guide them throw all their life together.
It was a touching moment, but I gathered myself really fast, because I was ready to party. It took me more than twenty minutes to get out of the nostalgic state, as it was time to celebrate their union with the other friends. I had a gang of noisy friends, who were laughing and making jokes and made everything look so superficial.
I got myself another glass of champagne and, in the need for some fresh air to help me put myself together, I went out on the balcony.
The breeze was blowing slowly, waving my hair, taking all my day-dreaming way...I never thought I would get so impressed seeing two people swearing their love in front of the others, in front of the world and it was only then when I realized how badly I wanted a story like that for myself.
I felt ready for that kind of commitment, and the thought of belonging to only one man was giving me a warm thrill.
“So, you’re the bride’s best friend, huh?” a strong voice said, approaching me. I wasn’t able to see his face, as he was standing in the moon’s light.
“Yes”, I said, trying to clear my throat as it was choked by the previous moment’s
I remember that day. It was a sunny, hot summer day. I looked so beautiful. I started my day with a long shower, pampering myself with my best beauty products.
I had a certain glow, because I was so happy for my childhood friend. She was becoming Mrs. Sophie Powers, and I was so glad to attend her wedding as a maid of honor.
She gave me this beautiful purple dress, which complimented perfectly the tanned color of my skin. My dark brown hair fell over my naked shoulders in such a romantic but sexy way… I had the same extra curvy body that I have today, so the dress pointed out my voluminous thighs, letting a generous cleavage in the limelight.
I was not used to wearing a lot of makeup, because I was blessed with an olive complexion that highlighted my natural beauty and my big, blue eyes.
I put on my high heels sandals and walked out of the house with a strong self-esteem, knowing that my plumped figure would turn some heads around that day.
Everything looked immaculate at the wedding. When I first stepped in, I had the impression of entering a fairytale, with all the flower arrangements, the chandeliers, the candles and the soft perfume that permeated the entire atmosphere.
I grabbed a glass of champagne, smiling without losing my confidence, paying attention to everything that was happening in front of my eyes. Oh how I`ve wanted to be in Sophie’s shoes, she always was luckier than me.
She was now marring that handsome man in the magical background, having everything that a girl could imagine in such a short time.
Imperceptibly, the room and the garden where the ceremony took place were filled with nice, dressed-up people, elegant women and gallant men. Sophie’s family was very rich, so I noticed that everyone invited belonged to the same social category.
I had never been to Paris, but that’s how I was imagining it to be. Classy, stylish, fashionable and smelling expensive! Oh and the champagne was so flavored.
I could bet it was Moet, even if I only had a glass of Moet at the bride’s 21st birthday, when it was legal for all of us to drink and I actually got drunk from having only one sip.
Well, the story seemed to be awkward, because I remember I was dizzy, but in such a different way from the first time. It must be the experience I gained in all of this time, because I was feeling released, relaxed and let loose to live that day intensely.
The ceremony was incredibly romantic. I was sitting there, right beside them and I was sighing from time to time, with every one of the priest’s words, as I was feeling the strong bond that God created in that moment.
And the vows… the vows got me crying as a little child. I knew both of them and I was sure that those were sincere words, words from the heart, that will be reminded and will guide them throw all their life together.
It was a touching moment, but I gathered myself really fast, because I was ready to party. It took me more than twenty minutes to get out of the nostalgic state, as it was time to celebrate their union with the other friends. I had a gang of noisy friends, who were laughing and making jokes and made everything look so superficial.
I got myself another glass of champagne and, in the need for some fresh air to help me put myself together, I went out on the balcony.
The breeze was blowing slowly, waving my hair, taking all my day-dreaming way...I never thought I would get so impressed seeing two people swearing their love in front of the others, in front of the world and it was only then when I realized how badly I wanted a story like that for myself.
I felt ready for that kind of commitment, and the thought of belonging to only one man was giving me a warm thrill.
“So, you’re the bride’s best friend, huh?” a strong voice said, approaching me. I wasn’t able to see his face, as he was standing in the moon’s light.
“Yes”, I said, trying to clear my throat as it was choked by the previous moment’s
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