A Touch Of Sweetness Novels & Stories

The door closed, and soon I heard the sound of running water. I sat there, very still. Then his phone beeped. My eyes drifted to it, lying on the edge of the bed. I don’t know why I looked. Maybe I should have ignored it. But I didn’t. I reached for it slowly, my fingers trembling. And that was when I saw the messages. Sugar Pie: I can’t wait to give you this pie. Richard: I had a very stressful day, and you know just the perfect thing to cool me off.

The sickening sweetness in the scent of an omega can only be suppressed by taking pills and trying to keep down your scent was like trying to hide from the sky. I moved around a bit stretching my hand and successfully opened the bedside drawer. I couldn't find water anywhere but luckily I was able to find three pills in the drawer. Which was more than enough. Releasing a relieved sigh, I tossed the very bitter pills inside my mouth chewing and swallowing them in ignoring the bitterness. I could remember whenever accidentally the pills touched my taste buds I would complain to Joss and ask for sweets. But at that moment the bitterness was way better and sweeter than the fear I had inside.

Sweetness is the one to call. My Tiny Demon! She left me a fuckin' clue. Of course. Maybe she knew deep down I would hunt for 'er and find 'er?. I hit the number and wait as the line rings, my fingers twitchin' against the handlebar, my mind already spiralin' into madness. “Hello, this is Sweetness. How can I help?” Her voice is soft, sweet, but the poundin' bass of music in the background tells me she’s at another club.

Her soft lips like petals held a mildly sweet fragrance , and upon contact , her touch felt like cream cake . Abhimanyu's heart thudded in his chest in shock , and he stood there , frozen for some time . Taapur was full of light that his heart couldn’t help but shake . And from the corners of Taapur's mouth , a smile curled and a trace of pride that was hidden , fluttered in her chest . Everyone couldn't help but look at the delicate Taapur . There was an irrefutable envy for the attention this woman was getting . But at the next moment, “Atchoo!” His handsome face was suddenly greeted with a loud sneeze . .

“Like how I want to fuck you so hard you forget your own name? Or how I’ve been wondering all night how sweet that pretty little pussy tastes?” I gasped softly, nearly spilling my drink. The crude words should have shocked me, should have sent me running. Instead, they made my core throb and my nipples pebble tightly against my dress. “Damien…” I breathed, using his name like a plea. He set his glass down and finally closed the distance, his large hand settling on my knee. His touch was warm, firm. “Say it again. My name.” “Damien,” I whispered. “Good girl.” His thumb stroked slow circles on my skin, inching the hem of my dress higher. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to hear you say m

“You live because of me. That should taste sweeter than any syrup.” Her touch was cool, almost cold. The scent of her, sweet and metallic at once, threatened to choke me. I wanted to recoil, to slap her hand away, to scream that this wasn’t medicine, that I could feel something darker sliding beneath my skin. But I forced my lips into a smile. “You’re right,” I whispered. “It does.”

Her beauty was more than just physical, it was a radiant energy that seemed to pulse from her very being. She then leaned down and kissed me softly. The gentle pressure of Haven's lips on mine sent a shiver down my spine, and the flavors that danced on her tongue were intoxicating. The richness of the dark chocolate was perfectly balanced by the subtle tang of citrus, leaving me craving more. As she pulled back, her finger tracing a line down the side of my face was like a spark of electricity, sending tremors through my entire body. Her touch was feather-light, yet it seemed to sear itself into my skin, leaving a trail of heat in its wake.

Honey. The taste of sweetness. And so much sugar that it can get you high. So sweet that it can get your brain numb and your senses zapping. Falling somewhere deep and the same moment when it hits you all with full force. A satisfied eye roll and head hang back while a moan escapes your lips. That is exactly what happened when Andreas pressed his lips on Annalise’s pink and soft ones. Digging his nail into the skin of her jaw, Andreas, forced her to wince and part her lips.

“ Yes, he is outside. May I ask him to come in?” “ Wait! Let me see the flowers…”, I need to prepare myself for a new trap from Jean. And nothing better than to smell the scents that remind me of my mother, my childhood, and all the best they brought to me, including the CEO, “They are beautiful! How did you find them?” “ What won't I do for you?”, he lightly touches my face, careful not to hurt my bruises. - I love you, Chloé. “ I know, I'm your sweet smell of seduction, remember?”

“What is it that’s bothering you, my sweetheart?” The smile on her lips wasn’t as loving and gentle as her touch, and yet, Quinn smiled back. The poison was bitter, but it was also sweet.