Be My Sugar Novels & Stories

I was stunned with everything—the intimacy of what Aidan was doing so casually, and how weirdly perfect our date was—and I found it difficult to process my words. Clearing my throat, I managed to say something. “I’ve gotten homesick, so I decided to add one of my mom’s Caribbean cake recipes to the list of snacks we’re putting on display at the diner next month. I need a specific brand of sugar that only my supplier at the edge of the pack has, and he’s down to his last few bags, so I have to get them before anyone else does.” Aidan’s features softened, lines of wrinkles appearing on his forehead.

I scramble to my feet terrified. “Hello sweet munchkin…” one says, gnashing his teeth. From their looks, I could tell they are rogues. I glance around me. I am in the middle of nowhere with no direction in mind and about to be eaten by rogues. That moment the injuries I had sustained while running decided to ache. “Now come here little sweetie pumpkin…” the second one whistles. “Stay away from me!”

But I smiled because that’s what I do, that’s what Maddie does. Always smiling. Always saying “yes, of course!” when someone begs me to cover. Always getting called “sweetheart” by customers who don’t know my name but still manage to forget I’m a real person with actual blood sugar needs. I popped a cashew protein ball in my mouth between orders and instantly regretted it, too dry, definitely not worth choking over and chased it with a sip of cold coffee that tasted like burnt almonds and sadness.

She was Sugar Vixen, the people’s favorite. “Damn, baby, you look like trouble tonight,” one of the dancers purred, smacking her ass. She smirked, twirling the little toy stethoscope. “Trouble pays good.” “Girl, they’re already chanting your name,” her dancer-friend Babe whispered, snapping her gum. “Sugar! Sugar! Sugar! You got ‘em wild.” Bella smirked. “Good. I need to sweat tonight.” , her boss stormed in—five foot five of loud, gay drama in heels.

You should go there and flaunt your stuff, you know. I raised my eyebrow at her. "What are you implying, Bea?" "Go get yourself a sugar daddy." "You can't be serious." "Completely," she said, sliding off my bed. "A girl like you can have any man. To come to a school like this you have to be loaded. Even a scholarship usually isn't enough. A lot of these guys already have millions themselves and would buy you the rest of your education in a second if it meant getting you to spread your legs."

Probably. He takes jam from the container and spreads a questionable amount on it. "How does that taste in your mouth?" I ask when he takes a bite. "Hmm?" "All that.... Sugar..." "Good." I shiver and shake my head. "I could never." "It tastes just like spice to you. You love spice don't you?" "Spice is way better than sugar."" "No it's not. Sugar is..." He exhales. "God!" I burst out laughing and I snort. My hands fly to my mouth and Alaric bursts out in full blown laughter.

"Do you want something sweet or savory to go with it? Rebecca would usually go with something savory. Yet, she figured she might as well get a sweet snack since she was sad. Her heart was full of bitterness, so maybe having something sweet would cheer her up. She forced a smile to conceal her emotions. "I'll take something sweet." David glanced at her as if shocked. Still, he didn't say anything as he placed the sandwich in front of Rebecca. "Try to limit your sugar intake. It's for your health." "Thanks." Rebecca remained polite.

"I'll watch her, so you can go. What Little Red needs to say is pretty important, you should go," "And you won't take her away in my absence?" I asked suspiciously. "If I wanted to keep her away from you, I would have stopped her from the beginning. Don't worry, Sugar Blue is safe with me," she placed her hand on her chest and raised her other hand. "I swear on my wings that nothing will happen to her and you will return to see her here, sugar promise," sugar what? "I'm a sugar fairy," she giggled. Sugar fairy? Is that a thing? "Yes, it is a thing or rather, we are a people," she giggled again. Is she reading my… no, she's reading my expression.

I got my bouquet, I got a question, are you trying to give me diabetes or perhaps get me hooked on sugar? It takes him a few minutes before he texts me back. ... oh no, the only thing I'd want you hooked on is me Stormie and I'd never make you sick! do you not like sweets? .... the only time I really have sweets is when I'm suffering monthly, I'm not too crazy about sweets but thank you though, it's just the sugar rush of energy I needed to get through the afternoon ... you're very welcome Stormie ... what are you up to though?

the Master AI hovering behind Riska suddenly muttered, its robotic voice now slightly more firm. << SUCROSE ZOMBIE BEHAVIOR ANALYSIS: ATTACKING CARBOHYDRATE SOURCES WITH THE HIGHEST SUGAR CONTENT. YOUR INDOMIE SUPER NUTRIPOWER IS THE PRIMARY TARGET. >> "Damn it! So my Indomie is what brought them here?!" Bima cursed. His precious Indomie had now become deadly bait. The first Sucrose Zombie stepped forward, its sweet, rotting breath hitting Bima's face. Its mouth opened wide, revealing glistening caramel-coated teeth, ready to bite.