All Chapters of The Plus Size Luna: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Maxine POV. I stared at my reflection in the mirror, fingers pushing along the hairline of my glasses. The girl looking back felt like a stranger. Fat, with a messy shock of curly hair and skin that broke out more often than not, I felt every bit the outcast I was treated as. Sighing, I shrugged into my one oversized hoodie—the only type of clothing that seemed to hug my body perfectly—as I roughly jammed my school things into my backpack. Living with Coreen was a daily challenge. Every morning, I woke up with the same sense of dread about the new form of cruelty my stepsister might conjure. Coreen was everything I wasn't—beautiful, confident, and popular. She ruled the university, where she was the center of all attraction and glamour as a cheerleader, with the perfect figure and perfect smile. I'm the opposite of her, I was the nerdy stepsister, always an easy target for Coreen and her minions. When my mother remarried a year ago, things start

Maxine POV. The morning light filtered through the window blinds, casting a soft glow across the room. I blinked awake, groggy from a night of restless sleep. Memories of last night's party still clung to me, a persistent echo of laughter and humiliation. I groaned and rolled out of bed, preparing for another day at the university—a place that seemed just as unwelcoming as ever. At the campus, I tried to keep my head down, my usual tactic to avoid drawing attention. The familiar hustle and bustle of students filled the air, each one seemingly in their own world. As I navigated the hallways, a familiar voice cut through the din. "Hey, Maxine!" I turned to see Leo approaching. He had a genuine smile on his face, and it was impossible not to notice how different his demeanor was from the rest of the crowd. Leo was new here, but he was already making waves with his presence. "Morning, Leo," I said, trying to sound as neutral as possible. "Got any plans for lunch?" he asked c

Maxine's breath hitched at her image in the mirror; she looked familiar yet a stranger. She was naked, just in her jeans and bra: the curves very apparent, they made her heart race with dread and a hint of shame that she had never felt comfortable now, especially under the circumstances. She knew who stood just on the other side of that door, and her toes curled in her flip-flops as her blood ran warm with a cocktail of embarrassment and something she couldn't quite put a name to. Alph. Just his name gave her a little shiver. She knew him. Well, everybody knew him—from Hampton University, at least. He was exquisitely handsome, buff, and dark like onyx, with a raw magnetism that made it impossible to look away. And now, seeing him up close and with his shirt off, even more so, made her heart pound erratically. His body was a work of art; every muscle was perfectly chiseled as if sculpted by a master. His abs were clearly defined and led down to a V-shape at his hips that most women

Coreen was lying by the pool in a neon pink swimsuit that was standing out against her pale and clear skin. In one hand was a cocktail with an umbrella, and next to it was a pineapple on a tray. She basked in all this luxury, then reached for her phone to dial Drake's number with fingers tapping impatiently for his response. "Drake!" Coreen came out firm and commanding as soon as the call went through. "I need you to do something for me." "Sure, what's up?" His voice, warm and eager, anticipated the call to his assistance front and center. Coreen adjusted her position on the rattan lounge chair when she spoke in a more serious vein. "I want you to investigate my ex-step-sister. No—my fat ex-sister. I need to know why she is suddenly getting close to Alph. Find out what's really going on." Now that spiked Drake's interest. "You want me to dig up some dirt on her?" "Exactly," Coreen replied with an elicit smirk. "I'm really interested in this new connection. This project does sound

Alph stepped into the locker room, the familiar scent of sweat and liniment filling the air. The clamor of the gym had faded, replaced by the quieter sounds of teammates unwinding after the game. Trevor and a few others were casually loitering around, pretending to organize their gear but clearly more interested in chatting.As Alph approached his locker, Trevor looked up and grinned. “Hey bro, what’s going on between you and Maxine?”Alph’s fingers paused over the lock. “What do you mean?”“You know, the fat girl from Coreen’s section,” Trevor clarified with a smirk.Alph’s expression remained steady, his gaze steely. “Nothing. Why do you ask?”Trevor shrugged, still smirking. “Just curious. Saw you giving her a jacket and all. Didn’t seem like something you’d do.”Alph closed his locker with a firm clunk. Maxine had been an unexpected focus today, a deviation from his usual routine. He shook his head slightly. “It’s not a big deal. Just thought she needed help.”Trevor raised an eye