Book Sweet Spot Novels & Stories

There was also a hidden camera at the entrance, which happened to manage to record Celine’s somewhat helpless and doting gaze. “Huh? Hesper and Celine have arrived too. Judging from their outfits, did they just go out for a walk in the morning when there were fewer people?” “Look at Celine, look at the way she glances at Hesper, that kindness in her eyes...” “The interaction between the two of them looks rather sweet!” “...” As soon as Hesper entered the restaurant, she immediately started searching for the sweetened milk. Although she did not know where it was, she could smell it, so she led Celine in the direction of the sweetened milk until they arrived in front of a drink dispenser.

OF: Perhaps SL: Damn, I like you PS: I like her too WG: I'm positively neutral AJ: I hate her OF: Stop rating me like a seven-star room -_- AJ: I don't like you OF: Of course, you don't because LOVE me OF: Understandable OF: None of this replies my question PS: Asher loves sweets of all kinds, especially chocolates or chocolate-based sweets, pastries, and candies OF: That explains why he ate some of mine OF: But oh my god OF: Ashybear is addicted to sweets. They are about to explode again OF: I can imagine him munching on his chocolate candies while snipping some fingers :) MC: What the hell is wrong with you MC: I'm sorry about her

She sighed sadly as she stood in the center of the lovely room and gently turned around to look at its contents, thinking it would be like him to do such a thing. She walked up to the desk and noticed a tiny table behind it housing a contemporary typewriter. She stroked the keys cautiously, recoiling a bit at the sense of warmth they generated, almost as if Michael had just used the machine, and wondered why Michael hadn't bought a computer, which would have been a big benefit to him given the volume of work he cranked out. She quickly withdrew her hand, disappointed by the momentary sensation of pleasure she had experienced. She clamped her lips together, resolute to resist the charismatic

Next to her was a younger woman who was also pregnant like me. “How did you find out, Ma’am?” Peter asked the older woman. She could not help but smile. “Because you look sweet,” she replied quickly. I shut my lips tight. Those few words made me slow down, but only for a moment. Sweet? Where is the sweet in there? “Where did you find your husband? I also want someone a husband as handsome as yours?” Suddenly a woman chuckled. I think she was with the pregnant woman who was in front of me.