Be My Sugar Novels & Stories

It was my first time being a rich woman's kept man. Others in my position would ask for luxury cars and watches, but all I asked for was a new tub of protein powder every month. While other kept men would accompany their wealthy 'employer' to eat at expensive restaurants and shop at luxurious boutiques, I brought mine to affordable cafes and shopped at flea markets. Chloe Quinn accommodated me for six months before finally getting upset. "Isn't there anything you want from me now that you're with me?" I replied timidly, "Well, there is something I want." She finally smiled. She listened to me as I told her seriously, "My membership at the gym below the office is about to expire. Can you

he chuckled as he asked her. “I heard,” Scar said. “Mouse, this is more like an audition than anything else.” He said softly. “An audition for what?” she asked as she looked around. “To find the perfect baby.” He said. “What?” She asked as she met his eyes. “Your friend must be one if she was able to get you in here. It is a closed event.” He said. “A baby, you know sugar, baby.” “A sugar baby?” She asked. “Sweetheart, you know nothing about any of this, do you?” he asked, taking in her wide eyes.

Special Chapter: Sneak Peak into Norma Johnson's Head two posts in a day?? yes, because tomorrow is Lunar Year Celebration and I'm feeling generous ㅋㅋㅋ ＊ Your sugar. Yes, please Won't you come and put it down on me I'm right here, 'cause I need Little love and little sympathy Yeah you show me good loving Make it alright Need a little sweetness in my life — Maroon 5, Sugar Special Chapter pt.1 "Sneak Peek into Norma Johnson's Head"

After he r mum left she decides to go outside and water the flowers. She takes a bucket and goes outside with a bucket full of water,as soon as she steps out,a neighbor Mrs Ney was busy with her flowers too.Good morning ma'am Lucinda says ,morning Lucinda how are you?when did you come back.I am ok ma'am she smiled I came back yesterday oooh how is work?Work is fine thank you.Lucinda is one of the people who don't like sharing their life activities, she carries on watering her flowers and plugs in her earphones and starts singing loudly.Mrs Ney's son comes out with a bottle of water in a T-shirt and shorts good morning mum ,morning Dray how are you?I am fine mum wanna do my workout outdoors t

I think I’d officially fоund my cake ѕоul mаtе. “I’m Izzу,” I rерlіеd ѕmіlіng bасk. “After thіѕ mоrnіng I nееd thе еxtrа ѕugаr tо get mе through this аftеrnооn.” It hаd bееn a lоng morning, and I wаѕ expecting thе afternoon tо be even ѕlоwеr.

" I looked back to face him. "I have money. More than anyone can imagine. I own a house in Italy, Birmingham, Sweden, New York, California, and in about a few days here. I sold my last one. So I don't want to hear what you have and what makes you rich. I want to know what separates you from half those other rich idiots out there." He was taken back. "You have a bad attitude which probably explains why you're here with that phony. You have nothing special that every other female here doesn't have. So maybe you should be telling me what's so great about you." I walked a few inches towards him so now we were eye to eye. "I am Sugar, that's what's great about me." It was like something clicked i

"I want." "You consume a lot of sugar," Brandon states casually and that's when I realise I voiced out my desire for the cotton candy in the cart. My eyes lower to my laps briefly, I have never tasted it before. "Too much sugar isn’t good for your health." "Sugar is good for the body, I need it," I say when I lift my eyes to his face and chuckle. "It is better than coffee." "Nothing is better than coffee," he mutters.

Sora I walked into the room where I was to have my interview for my fifth magazine edition. It's been a year and seven months since I left America to Paris and I must say, I'm hitting the peak of my carrier. I sat down as my new assistant, Candy collected all my things as I faced the editor. She was beautiful, thick, modest, confident and... shocked? For a dominant omega of 5'8, she had lost her composure in my presence but coughed and continued.

She said quietly. “Days nonetheless”. Slowly she raised her mug and took a short sip of coffee. "I've made my peace with what is to come, Sweets. I suggest you do the same". She told him. "How Sayya? How can you make peace with dying? How can I make peace with you dying, with you being the martyr while everyone else lives on normally?". For the hundredth time she wanted to remind him that she made her choice, she could have saved herself but chose not to.

She cried asking no one in particular. Two years into the business of being a sugar baby and all she got were low income earners who needed an extra juice for themselves and the only breakthrough she had experienced so far was being a sugar baby to a man in his late seventies, he was old and his appearance was irritating enough to make any girl throw up, but the money she got from him was paying most of her bills.