Be My Sugar Novels & Stories

Then I found myself musing on the idea of buying more if their stocks before the prices skyrocketed like he said. Grace leaned on me and pulled me out of my thoughts. She rested her head on my shoulder and held my arm. She jutted her lower lip out, "Why don't you be my sugar mommy? Please, be my sugar mommy, I don't want to work anymore, I want to live a life of daily splurge."

"That’s too much sugar in a day." Brian disagreed. "I call it medicinal. You’re clearly malnourished from stress." I didn’t argue. I reached for the spoon and took a bite. The cold hit my tongue, followed by the sweet smoothness of vanilla and the crunch of cookie. My eyes closed for a second. "This… this is like therapy. And Motörhead." Another spoonful went in. Then another. I hadn’t realized how dry my mouth was until the third bite melted across my tongue. My stomach growled—almost in protest for being ignored all day. The sugar hit my bloodstream like a jolt of caffeine.

Little Miss Spitfire bursts through the door again, her face pulled up in a tight grim. I am sure she is trying so hard to not scream at me. She bounces forward, stretching the cup in the air. I grab it and take a sip. “Good one.” I say, and continue typing. The coffee tastes great; the right amount of sugar fits in. Coffee is dark and bitter, but with enough sugar, it covers the bitterness so all that remains is just the sweet savour on your tongue. “Sugar is healthy.” Her voice chirps in my head, her smile flashing through my memory.

After the interrogation I stayed at the company, it was still 5:27 pm. Before going back to work, I went to the outsourced cafeteria and bought a snack to spend the night and some sweets to consult while I work. Sugar is the brain's only source of energy, the more sugar the more energy, determination and performance improvement and knowledge we will have. I know that everything in exaggeration is bad, but I have a wolf organism, it would be really frustrating if there was no benefit.

Rose replied after taking a very long breath. "A sugar baby is not a person who will do whatever his sugar daddy wants just because he is given money; you have the right to refuse or leave him if he hurts you or does something you can't accept." Rose chirped while spreading her arms, enjoying the greeting of the sunlight that warmed her body.

As long as my source of happiness comes from Serena, I don't mind smiling every second. “Please make me coffee in a small cup. No sugar, dear.” I replied with a gaze that did not leave her beautiful figure. Serena turned around, her small lips chuckling. “A little sugar won't make your muscles disappear. Besides, I use corn-based sugar, so it won't cause cholesterol.” I put the book on the table and stepped closer to her. My eyes didn't stop scrutinizing her fiery-looking figure as I ignored her advice. One new thing I learned today: Serena really cares about the nutrition that goes into my body.

As he became more invested in the sugar, it somehow reminded him of Elsie. She was everything he ever wanted in a woman—beautiful, kind, and hardworking. Yet, he could not have her, just like the cube of sugar. His life was empty of sweetness, of her sweetness. Aiden had suffered from type 2 diabetes since a young age and had to be placed on a strict diet. Like the sugar, he had been avoiding her all week. It was safer that way. He crushed the cube between his fingers and threw it into the ashtray. Wiping his fingers, he smoothed out his grey tie with a frosty look in his eyes. It was almost time for his next meeting.

"The 'Aliyah stare.' Stop thinking so hard, babe. Just breathe in the caffeine and enjoy the vibe." I managed a small smile. "I’m trying. It’s just... everything feels like a movie I watched a long time ago and forgot the plot to. Even this place. I know I’ve been here, but I don't know my favorite order." "Caramel Macchiato with extra foam," Becca said softly, her eyes kind. "And you always complain that it’s too sweet, but then you finish the whole thing anyway." "See?" Kelly teased, a playful glint in her eyes. "We’re your external hard drive. We remember the boring stuff so you don't have to."

Wise choice. The initial sip ignites a fire in my throat, a brutal reminder of what I’m trying to drown. The second sip washes over me like a gentle wave, and by the third, the tight coil in my chest loosens just enough to allow a breath. I don't drink to forget; I drink to quiet the cacophony in my head. The overlapping voices of my parents swirl powerfully, Luca’s deliberate patience tugs at me, Ronan’s warnings echo like a siren in the distance, and my own instincts scream loudest, reminding me to trust no one but myself.

Come I wanna bend you over Bend you until you feel it inside uhh… Screaming my name is what you gonna do… I will make you scream uh uh As I pour some sugar into your pussy Screaming sugar, sugar..,, This feeeling his forbidden but i want to eat more of your pussy. * I sang as I record myself …. I love you sugar… i mumbled after recording before posting…. All my fans went crazy hearing me sing,… …. That was it.,.. they gat to meet an angelic baddie.:..