Novel & Cerita Big Mac X Sugar Belle

She says simply and I laugh at his face, getting outed by a 7-year-old. “What flavor did you get?” I ask her. “Cherry currant and toffee surprise, I got two scoops!” She giggles as she runs the length of the apartment. “And this is why she doesn’t get sugar, Marshall.” I say gesturing to her as we watch Maddie dealing with her sugar high. “I guess it’s a good thing whatever Tyson is taking us to is full of walking.”

“What benefits did Titus promise you, Myka?” Myka was eating when Carol asked the question, and she was so shocked that she choked on the chicken and coughed so badly that she had to drink water. “He didn’t promise me anything. Mr. Sugar Daddy just asked us where we were having dinner tonight, and I told him that we’d be at Royal Court.” Mr. Sugar Daddy? “If you call him your sugar daddy, then aren’t I your sugar mommy by extension?” Carol glared at her. “Titus invested ten million dollars into Tiny Blessings. If you did the same, I’d immediately call you my sugar mommy too.”

Emma had a contented smile on her face as they slipped inside the shop again, the same cheerful atmosphere surrounding them. “What’s it going to be this time?” Ava asked, looking at Emma with raised eyebrows. “Something extravagant?” Emma thought for a moment. “Hmm… You know what? I think I want the biggest mango passionfruit with extra coconut jelly, boba, and some rainbow jelly for good measure.” Ava beamed. “That’s what I like to hear.”

No boundaries. "So what's the random theme?" He asks, most probably to make things okay again between us. "If you could have a sugar baby, or sugar daddy for me, what are the three things they should have?" Because I just finished reading a sugar baby book hihi. "Sugar daddy, you're looking for someone with money, authority, and a big cock." I actually laugh at his last word, "Cock? What? Why?" "I don't know, from the way you tell me about the stories you read, they ALL have huge monster cock."

Dillon chided. "Oh, fuck all the way off, brat. Do we got the stuff to make it? Do we? I need it!" "Well, you tell me. Did you get mangoes yesterday? Did you bite the bullet and get a bag of sugar too, instead of expectin' me to tear open millions of individual Wawa sugar packets for hours to get enough?" Tony could tell he tried to hold back his laughter. "Nope, no mangoes, and no I didn't! Why would I when I can avoid spendin' almost six dollars and just get a ton of Wawa sugar packets for free."

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.

Shit, what is that yellow thing below? "Ahm, you have to shake it. The honey is in the bottom." Suddenly, Nate promised me. I looked at him. Is my face that obvious for him to notice? "Ahh... I forgot they don't put honey in this in Manhattan." I answered that although the truth is, I have no idea if it has honey or not. "They always put honey on Macchiato!" Misha squealed in my earpiece. "I mean, I always have my macchiato without honey." I take it back and I feel like I want to strangle this venti. It's the size of a pest! Can I use it up? It's like a coke party now.

I asked Maddie who nodded her head. I unbuckled the seatbelt and helped Maddie climb to the back and she laid down across the backseat. The car in front of us moved up and I pulled up to the speaker. "Hi, welcome to McDonald's. What can I get you?" A voice came through the speaker. "What kind of happy meal, sweet pea?" I asked her. "Chicken nuggets, with a chocolate milk please." She said making me nod my head with a smile. "Of course, baby." I said then turned my head back to the speaker.

“Bring me… uh… three large fries and a strawberry milkshake, peasants!” Sugar laughed so hard she nearly choked on her soda. “Oh honey, no. That’s hangry sass, not royal sass.” That’s when Prince Leon appeared, barefoot and looking entirely too good for midnight. He pressed a kiss to Sugar’s cheek like it was the most natural thing in the world. I rolled my eyes so hard I thought they’d pop out of my skull. Of course, Mr. Royal Broody himself had to show up just as Sugar was making me look like an idiot.

a sweet voice said through the speaker. “I’ll have four Big Mac cheese burgers with large fries meals. Two salads and a cola drink—” He paused, glancing at Bella, who was busy studying her nails. “What drink do you want?” he asked. Before Bella could answer, he cut himself off. “Why am I asking anyway? I’ll have two Coca-Cola drinks.” His tone was commanding, final. Rude, Bella thought, irritation flashing across her face. She shook her head and looked into the mirror again.