Dulce Novels & Stories

window as the sector disappears as we enter the next one, moving along the familiar road from the south. It's not as crowded as it was yesterday, and the route is dotted with agents. "The Palace is under control," the maid had said. I think that's what she was referring to. The glittering marble wall ahead, reflecting the rising sun in the woods. I want to close my eyes, but I resist. I know I have to keep them open here. The gate is surrounded by white uniforms, agents who check incoming travelers. When the vehicle pulls over, the maid takes me out and leads me to the gate without taking the queue. No one protests or bothers to verify your identity. She must be known around here. As soon a

It was as if the mention of Alpha Draven calmed her down. "Are you done washing?" "Yes, let's go. I'm hungry, I want to eat." She moved out of the bathroom and the lady followed her. "What is your name? What should I call you?" Agnella asked. "I'm Dulce miss, please call me that," Dulce said. "Okay Dulce, I don't want you reporting..." Agnella was still saying when the door opened and Alpha Draven came in. Agnella and Dulce turned to look at him as he searched for Agnella with his eyes.

He hardly seems to have noticed her. "Good morning." "Bella! Bella, love, thank you for coming, I'm going crazy here! Do you know where the project to take to the publishing convention is? This girl and I have been trying to find it! Sorry, what did you say your name was?" "Dulce, sir." "Bella, Miss Dulce from the projects department. Dulce, my wife Isabella." "Pleased to meet you, Mrs. Isabella," she says smiling, only with her lips, while her eyes drip with hatred.

Her name tag reads Beatrice. Beatrice smirks, crossing her arms. “It’s not like we’ll have to bother with this nonsense. Our priority is Alpha Elijah, not some crying pup to babysit.” A ripple of agreement passes through the room, and another woman, tagged as Dahlia, a petite woman with icy blue eyes, chimes in with a smug smirk. “Besides, isn’t it ironic? Luna Serena, the great example, chose herself over her son, didn’t she? That’s the story we’ve all heard. Practice what you preach.”

he said smiling at me "We can just take it slow" ••••••••••The END•••••••••••• Thank you guys soo much for reading my book it means soo much to me. THERE IS A SEQUEL FOR SWEET CHOCOLATE!!! IT WILL BE COMING SOON PLEASE BE ON THE LOOK OUT FOR IT

And now that he is not here, she is all alone. She wants to sleep in his arms and make sure she is okay. "Can you ask Leticia to make chocolate cupcakes for me? I'm craving for it..." Pidge asked the little girl whose eyes suddenly lightened up and she said, "Chocolate cupcakes? Mm...thise are my favourites." Just that moment the twin witches stepped in and asked, "Do you like to have anything, Lady Dasher?" "My aunt wants to eat chocolate cupcakes. Please ask Leticia to make some for her...and for me"

So, I told them about our meet yesterday, and about my fucked up family. "I think your half brother is good with his words. And he got nothing to lose but more to gain. Just hang on and trust him." Max told me and Nikolai nodded to his words. Then Luka came with the cake. He was grinning from ear to ear, we were looking at him, then he gestured us to look at the cake. Then we all laughed loudly when we saw a very large penis-shaped cake, with manicured fingers fisting it, with the wording stated below 'To have and to hold'

Looks like he has to squeeze the words out of her. Walking over, he sits beside Sarah. His thumb pinch grips her toes and forcefully pulls them to his lap. Sarah lost her stability due to the unexpected gesture of Mike and gasp sharp. He then snatches the cotton pad from Sarah’s hand, remaining nonchalant the whole time. A flip of the little plastic bottle soaks the cotton pad with nail polish remover and he starts working in small circles on her nails, avoiding her face at all costs.

Across the room, a striking red-haired Domme trailed her riding crop along the bare back of a blindfolded submissive, her crimson lips curved in a wicked smile. Everywhere I looked, there was raw, unfiltered sensuality. And then, I saw him. He was leaning against the bar, his posture relaxed yet commanding, as if he owned the space around him. His name was Alessio De Luca, I'd learned earlier that he’s a rare Italian Dom with a reputation for precision, control, and unmatched intensity. There was no way I could forget that face since he is a very popular and wealthy entrepreneur in the country also well known but the fact that I would meet him here at the club was neither surprising nor alar