Be My Sugar Novels & Stories

"He ah- well he- I mean I-" "We don't have to talk about it until you're ready," she smiled over at me knowingly, before turning her attention back to the road. Upon arrival at her house, Becca got me a glass of water and a change of clothes from her wardrobe, suggesting that I take a shower and freshen up. She was a big believer in physical appearance translating to mental wellbeing, and although I was sceptical that it would really make a difference, I had to admit that it felt much better once I'd washed up and put on a fresh fit.

“Baby. Or sweetheart or honey or sugar pie or sugarplum or sweetie or hubby.” “Why don’t you call daddy sugar pie?” Bren asks. She tugs on my beards, reminding me I need to shave or trim it. “I like pie.” She stretches her hand to her sister and says, “I like honey too. I don’t like baby.” That’s their problem, not mine or El’s. I feign hurt and sigh heavily. “Daddy is Mummy’s baby. Hmm.”

Such an odd choice, and if I didn’t know who sent it, I’d be even more mortified, because almost no one knows about my sweet tooth. Sure, beer is great, but I have a weak spot for sugary drinks. Lattes, cappuccinos, milkshakes… Even regular soda. I know they’re not good for your health, and I try to avoid them as much as possible, but I can’t help but indulge here and there. I’m almost dizzy with both the drink and the idea that he sent it, so I take the glass and decide to go up to the roof for a breath of air before I head home. God, I am attention-starved. My set was finished, anyway.

She was cautiously looking around once in a while, but she was not scared, as she already got used to roaming around late at night. She was Celeste Knight, a beautiful woman in her mid-twenties, with beauty everyone dreamt of. But, her beauty was a curse to her. She pushed her left hand in her pocket and took out her cell phone to check if she was heading in the right direction. She was resting earlier, when she got a message from her Sugar baby company, that she had to meet someone. She didn't know about the person, who wanted her to be his sugar baby. But it was not new to her. It was probably an old man, who didn't have any relationship for a long time and he was asking for a sugar baby.

“Can I ask you something?” “What do you want to know Justine? How to get discounts for night clubs?” he adds sarcastically and the younger glares at him as the rest chuckle lightly. “Why would I need to know that, this is Justine Jung. I can get into any clubs and don’t even have to pay cause I’m so handsome the girls that flirt with me will end up paying,” he boasted and they all laugh at him with a shake of their heads.

She grinned, mixing altogether as Zeke stared like she'd grown another pair of heads. But what he did not know was that she was addicted to sugar. Two, she gets hyper whenever she tastes sugar and... Lastly, it was going to be fun… Thank you for reading ♥

But he didn’t even know about me… I’m so freaking confused and stuck in my own head. That is it, it has been confirmed, I am losing my damn mind, I can’t stop thinking about Beckett King. The hot firefighter, the sweetest guy I’ve ever come into contact with, I’ve never met another guy who is as sweet and as caring as he is. sometimes it feels so unreal how can anyone be like that.

Mario asked standing up, he was going to order coffee. "Original gayo, non sugar" Lucrecia mentioned her order which Mario nodded off for it. After couples of minutes, their order set in. They were just having light chatter while occasionally Lucrecia chortled. "I have no idea that you have such a good sense of humor." Mario quipped in the middle of his laugh. "It's because you've never tried it. Besides, you're a narrow-hearted man to accept my profound presence.” Lucrecia replied with humorous tones to every word. Even though in every word it also meant satire.

I have a lot of things in my mind because of our everyday interaction that she always made me sleep late at night just thinking for her. "Well I picked it because it is not that sweet. Magic sugar is bad for our health especially for you who is always facing the computer. At least drink something healthy." She explained while chewing the food in her mouth. She gave me a lot of advices and I can’t describe everything anymore. "Mr. Woods is just normal boss, he is scary but it was just fine, Miss Bea. I think he is just stress because of work." I heard Kellah having a conversation with Bea, one of our trusted employees but I know that she is scared to me too.

he continued. There was already a look of life on Rena's face, she had also carried cotton candy which she didn't need, but Ben insisted. The grown man argued that Belva liked the full color when he didn't. It devoured most things that can be lost when the wind hits. The older Bennedict should be, the more he'll care for his health. Afraid of diabetes attacks him, mainly since Belva hasn't grown up yet. Oh, please ignore it. A Bennedict is a sugar addict, and so is Ava.