Book Sweet Spot Novels & Stories

Charles held out his knife and fork all ready to dive in. “the rate at which you love and eat sweets, I still can't wrap my head around the fact that you're yet to die from diabetes” Brandon teased but Charles only shrugs. “It's called being God's favorite,” Carlson added, taking a slice from Madam Grace. “Oh yeah .. tell me about it” Brandon steps back taking out some booze from the fridge.

“So… SPICY is it? Just that?” Bree tilted her head, smirking. “Girl, you can’t just stop at SPICY. That’s cute, but we need something… sexy. Something that makes people curious keeps them wanting more.” I raised an eyebrow. “Sexy, huh? Like what?” Bree’s fingers drummed against the table as she thought. Then her eyes lit up. “Spicy… Temptation! That’s it. It’s mysterious, alluring… it screams ‘look at me’ without giving it all away.”

I simply said. "I guessed as much but I decided to take the chance. I got two of my favourite. Caramel Macchiato." She said nervously. Unbelievable. This crazy lady did a gamble with her money. She certainly look like she's got much but she appeares comfortable enough. It would have been a waste and a loss for her if her guess was wrong. But here she is, holding my favourite order. "Did I guess wrong?" She asked. "No." I replied and she beamed with a smile.

The table was full of snacks and drinks. “Did you two pick a movie” she asked as she sat down with a bag of gummie bears and a bag of popcorn. “Yeah, we decided on an action. I was going to go romance but James thought that might be a bad idea” “Yeah, my head is probably not in the right space for romance. Action on the other hand sounds right up my alley” She shoved a handful of popcorn mixed with gummies into her mouth and smiled at me. She then reached for the chocolate. I could not believe how much sweet stuff she could eat.

I turned around grabbing the menu and walked towards new customers . "Hey baby , we'll have the Bud light " I nodded . I hated people calling me baby , " I wanna see ! " I stopped on my tracks as I see a drunk guy stumble right in front of me . " Ohh , You the new girl ? Dean's girl ?" I look at Charlie who was walking towards us .

Jordan's frown deepened in confusion and Emerald sighed, patiently explaining. “The thing is Sebby has this special sweetener he adds to my coffee. Was initially against it at first but well, Sebby had always said that no woman's taste buds should ever have to endure something so bitter, therefore, he adds a little bit of sweetener, something the coffees you delivered did not have and my taste buds have grown accustomed to it.”

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"Hi, Butterfly, You're the first woman to beat me at my own game. I like that about you. You are feisty. You have saved your diner. And not because I wanted a diner inside of that restaurant. But because you put me in a hot spot. People would complain about me if I did not return to the restaurant. Everybody will say that I am heartless. I must admit that I have underestimated you. However, there's one thing you need to know. I was teasing you when I said you could save the diner if you married me. I like you. I would love to get to know you better. I understand you do not believe in love as much as I don't. We might as well go out together and have fun. I promise I will not touch you if you

Marigold and Beau left the restaurant, went over to Beau's car, got inside, buckled their seatbelts, and Beau drove off. Marigold looked over at Beau, watching him drive, and thinking 'Why is he so sweet to me? After everything he should be hating me right now but he's not. He's been gentle and sweet even after everything I've said and done. Why is he so nice to me? I can't read him at all…" Beau glanced over at her, seeing her quickly turn away, and he said, "Ah, I was wondering why it was becoming so hard for me to drive. Your beautiful eyes were looking at me and making me distracted." She scoffed, saying, "My eyes weren't looking at you but even if they were, how would you know? You're f

An innocent-looking girl of about 17 years of age was the first to greet her with a tender smile. "Hello," Arya responded blandly as they all crowded her shamelessly. "My name is-" "My name is Aaron..." A boy that resembled the girl introduced himself first with a smirk as he eyed the girl beside him with his chin raised high. "My name is Cecelia, and this is my friend Beverly..." Before Arya could respond to Aaron, another person in the group introduced themselves, this time it was a confident-looking girl who also introduced the girl with a tender smile. Before Arya knew it, everyone had spoken apart from the girl with a tender smile.