Happy Sugar Life Aunt Novels & Stories

I was enjoying this when for a while until I got a message from my aunt, Julie. Aunt Julie was my mom’s sister. In the message, She texted that wanted me a few days before to meet her husband. “We’ve been married for years now and yet you’ve never attempted to get to know each other!” She texted. “But Aunty, you know I don’t really like being with the family,” I texted back. “You still have to come.” She was having some work event , some adult party and she wanted me to come. I wasn’t really interested. Then she said;

How they were murdered before my very eyes, and how I will crush those murderers in between my fingers into flickers of dust as if they never existed. I clench my fists tightly as I listen to her talk, her voice clear but distant. How can humans be as inhumane and callous as Bliss' relatives especially her aunt. Selling her off to a prostitution company (or what else would I call Sandy's Bar?) At age thirteen. She was fvcking thirteen! And that freak of an aunt sold her off after making her feel like trash and all! I feel like ripping her head of her body. I haven't seen her but I have concluded that woman is now the second most hated person in my life, Ryder being the first. ".... You know,

I want to start over as a new me, so I went to the province to My Aunt’s Ancestral House. I wasn’t really disappointed, Because the first time I set foot in Aunt Eli’s house was my cousin Mae’s face. She screamed like there’s no tomorrow, “ Cousin I miss you so much” Thank You for visiting us. I have many stories to tell you she said. My god I’m so excited you are in the right time because it’s our Barangay’s Fiesta. And has a lot of activities and games. And I’ll take you with me so you won’t get bored.

"Baby you must have misunderstood Auntie. How can I dare to hurt you? I know you don't like me as much as you like my sister, but I really like you and care for you... Didn't last time you said that you want to eat chat and ice cream, I had specially asked the chef to make it for you... Look even I had prepared your favorite Barbie doll house for you..." Sugar was just a child and in front of food and toys, she can't control herself for too long and immediately start to cheer up... "But... Auntie, I can't eat allowed to eat chat and ice cream. I am not allowed to eat now." "The food I asked for you to prepare is very special and you and eat it. Do you think Auntie is good to you?" After thin

my secretary stepped in smoothly, “this is Mrs. Eleanor Whitmore—your aunt. Mr. Harold Whitmore—your uncle. And Mr. Julius Whitmore… your cousin.” “Oh… really.” I forced a polite smile. “It’s nice to meet you all.” They exchanged brief glances before looking back at me. I gave a small, apologetic smile. “Actually… I don’t remember much about my childhood. I seem to have lost most of my memories.” “Oh my…” my aunt turned to her husband. “I told you, didn’t I? There’s no way Charlotte would abandon us willingly. It must be because she lost her memory.”

I groaned with a glare while trying to run away from him and behind Auntie Marie who I didn't realize had served herself some of my cake on one of the paper plates I had bought. I ignore Deshawn and watch as my aunt takes a spoonful of the cake and puts it in her mouth. Even Deshawn stopped annoying me and glanced between my aunt and me to observe my reaction to her trying my cake. My aunt's eyes widen and she looks at me with slightly teary eyes but the happiest expression I had ever seen on her. Her blue eyes stare down at me as if I had brought her back something she had lost long ago. "That tastes just like hers..."

I smile, ruffling her hair. She takes another bite of her chocolate, “I hate grown-up stuff.” “Me too, princess.” “My auntie says a bad day isn't the end of the world, it'll be over when the sun comes up.” Her Auntie? No, the phrase sounds oddly familiar, and coming from her is giving me a bad case of Deja Vu. “Which Auntie?” She heavily sighs, annoyed like I should know who it is. “Auntie Thalia Rose.”

But deep inside, a part of her wondered if it wasn't already too late. "Mommy!" screamed Mia, turning her around. "Aunty Clara said, Our birthday is coming up, is there going to be a party?" She hesitated for a moment before responding. “Sure sweetie.” She had no plans yet for their birthday party coming up in two weeks. But as night wore on, her mind was still knotted, the decisions before her weighing all heavier. What was she really ready to give up in order to keep her dream alive? Just then, again, Bernice's phone buzzed, and she looked down to see a message from Alexander: "Please think about it.

I am hoping the heat from it will keep me warm since the rest of the house feels like ice. “Something smells good.” Aunt Maggie saunters into the kitchen, still in her robe, with some green curlers in her hair. She starts opening up every pot on the stove, taking a whiff. Is she really going around sniffing the food that we are all supposed to eat? Suddenly, my appetite is souring, because of her and my uncle. “Did you hear that, dear? Thelma here is turning twenty-one today,” Uncle Fernandez says in a voice that sounds very pointed.

Although it was a shame that so many decent people were alone, and pieces of work like Tammy, or Aunt Marie's kids for that matter, would always have someone. My Aunt always claimed that what came around went around, and if you were good to people you would get it back, if you were bad you would get what you deserved. Sad to say Aunties theory pretty much worked in reverse from what I'd seen lately. Seemed to me the people that deserved something good in their lives were being shit on. Paula was a perfect example. She was an attractive, sweet, caring person who had given of herself her entire life. Yet here it was Valentine's Day and she would be staying home alone as she usually did.