Book Sweet Spot Novels & Stories

" I'm too lazy to look him in the eye. Suddenly he steps forward, snatches the lollipop out of my mouth and puts it in his own mouth. ”You!” I was shocked and angry. He shamelessly spread his hands: "What's wrong? I saved your life and got you breakfast. Don't you deserve a little reward?" 'Suit yourself! If I stay with him any longer, he could really piss me off. But he was very proud, the lollipop smacked loudly: "This candy tastes so sweet." "Hehe." I sneered. He leaned close to my ear again: "It must be because it adds spices that other sugars don't." What is it?"

My eyes flitted about the room until they landed on a pair of blue eyes, and suddenly everything seemed to fade out of existence. I remained there until slowly I came to be, and I hurried to the counter. “Can I get butter pecan and chocolate, with a bit of sprinkles and Oreos?” I placed my order, waiting until it was ready before returning to my seat. I scooped a small bite and let it melt on my tongue, the cold sweetness instantly soothing. Closing my eyes, a little sigh escaped my lips. Yes… This was exactly what I needed. I reached for another spoonful, nodding to a rhythm only I could hear when a familiar scent drifted into my space.

“Mia! I got us the good seats… back row, aisle, so we can escape if it sucks.” You gotta be kidding. “That's so sweet of you.” I hugged her tight, hiding the guilt in my eyes. That was the same spot her boyfriend marked for our escapades. She smelled like vanilla body spray and strawberry lip gloss. Familiar. Safe. Everything I was about to betray again. We grabbed popcorn, sodas, and sour gummies. Settled into the back row just as the lights dimmed for previews. Theatre was half-full, mostly couples, and a few groups of friends. No one paid us any attention.

she cried, waving the company’s phone as if it were a winning lottery ticket. I looked up, flour dusting my hands. “Crystal, please tell me this isn’t another TikTok trend.” She rolled her eyes. “It’s not a TikTok video. Look!” She shoved the phone in front of me. My breath caught as my eyes landed on the bold header: Invitation: Culinary Partnership Presentation – Marshall Foods International. My heart skipped. Once. Twice. I blinked at the words, convinced it had to be some elaborate prank. I let out a nervous laugh. “This isn’t real.”

“Lydia, relax. I just need to know where ‘The Sweet Spot’ is. I need the address.” “Oh.” She blinked with the panic subsiding into confusion. “Yeah. Yeah, of course.” She scurried over to a cluttered kitchen counter, grabbed a takeout menu and scribbled an address on the back. “It’s this place over on Elm. They supply a lot of our specialty items.” She held the menu out to me. “Do you… do you want me to come with you? To confront them?” I looked from her, to the couch and to the puddle which I knew very well was squirt. The place smelled of sweat and lubricant.

“Less disappointment when you expect it to taste terrible.” He handed her a sugar packet. “Just once, try a little hope.” She raised an eyebrow. “Are you giving me a pep talk with Splenda?” “I believe in small gestures,” he said, sipping his own cup with a wince. “And in protecting your taste buds.” She took the sugar without a word and stirred it in. He didn’t know if that counted as a win, but she hadn’t insulted him for it, so... maybe progress. “I was going to hit the pet supply section next,” she said. “Unless you’ve got dibs on the dog biscuits.”

Sweet Pea Guun did not like him, opened his mouth, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, he reached out to accept the spoon and the cup. Brene Brian got it wrong, shoveling your head is too embarrassing to die. Sweet Pea Guun ate a few spoonfuls and finished, Brene Brian restored his mood, asked if he still wanted it, Sweet Pea Guun shook his head and said enough. Brene Brian accepted the cup, always confirming and saying: "Isn't it any better? Still upset?" "Much better." Sweet Pea Guun replied.

Trying to prevent myself from falling victim into Bobby Goodwin’s hands, I leave as soon as Jamie’s breakfast is ready to go. Just when I am walking up the street planning to return to Minerva, a candy shop named Sweet Toothie catches my attention. On the display rack by the window, I see boxes in brown arranged neatly on it. On the brown boxes, gold words are seen on the lid. It says DeLafee. “DeLafee!” So this is the shop Victor mentioned last night, there are retail packages! I can get one without going to Chocolate Hut and order that fancy fountain!

Even Caramel finishes his food easily, though he is the last of us. As soon as that happens, we all look at Doctor Sweet. She is beautiful, the gentle look on her face able to make the weird thing in my chest loosen a bit. Even when she smiles, her eyes light up and makes the tension around us reduce by a thousandfold as she says "How are you?" There is silence at first but Strawberry breaks it by scoffing "That's a very fucked up question, isn't it Sweet?" She doesn't remind him of the no cussing on the table rule, her eyes rather are on Caramel "Love?"

"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.