Novel & Cerita He Calls Me Sweet

Sweetness is the one to call. My Tiny Demon! She left me a fuckin' clue. Of course. Maybe she knew deep down I would hunt for 'er and find 'er?. I hit the number and wait as the line rings, my fingers twitchin' against the handlebar, my mind already spiralin' into madness. “Hello, this is Sweetness. How can I help?” Her voice is soft, sweet, but the poundin' bass of music in the background tells me she’s at another club.

He said sarcastically. Suddenly he turned towards me smiling. "What?" I asked noticing his reaction. "I love the way you care about everyone a lot. It is really rare to find someone like that you know?" He said seriously. I could help but blush a little, He was so sweet. I gave him a shy smile. Then he called out 'H' "H?" I asked him. "Yeah, We call him that!" He said casually. And a few seconds later He responded with a wave.

I knew I shouldn’t call him, but I did anyway. It’d barely rung one time before he picked up. “Sweetheart?” His voice was calm and strong like always, so he was alive and well. When I didn’t say anything, he spoke again. “Talk to me, sweetheart.” There was more urgency to his voice now. “Are you okay?” Men’s voices were audible in the background like he was working, but he picked up for me anyway. It took me a second to talk, like I was still suffering from sleep paralysis. “I’m okay… I had this dream… I don’t know why I called you.”

I bit my lip" "Oh. But why did you pick the call?" He asked. What do I say. I want to hear your voice? No! That's a big stupidity. "Well, I just..... want you to know" I said. "So...watcha doing right now sweetie?" He asked. Did he just call me sweetie or am I not hearing properly? "Uhmm, I just finished a whole series and I w-wanted to go to bed" I said. He hums. Honestly, that sounded good.

I never imagined it would end up here. "We've been talking for a while and I still don't know your name, sweetie" His voice pulls me out of my ponderings, and I blink a couple of times to wake up and get back to the real world. I don't like other people calling me a sweetie or any other nickname; I just like it when he does it, when he did it.

, I smiled back at him. “What about you, Riven?” Stefan asked curiously and all three of us turned towards him in excitement. “Umm..?” Riven swallowed, he was a bit taken aback by his sudden question. He looked a bit tensed. It looked like he was trying to come up with a nickname but his brain stopped working the moment Stefan asked him the question, hence, I decided to speak in his place. “Sweetheart. He calls me sweetheart. He can continue with that” I replied with a smile. I remember him calling me sweetheart last night.

Instead, he always used sweet endearments, and to me, that was pretty cool. “Honey, huh? Isn’t that something from a bee comb?” “Yes,” I replied with a laugh. “And I’m calling you that because of the way you make me feel, so sweet.” “Hmm…” he mused. “But there’s no better feeling than calling you my only Ami.” “Still, call me honey,” I urged playfully. “Honey,” he said abruptly, making me laugh.

" Then how does that matter, if he proposes or not? " " Well it does, Did you forget that you are going to get engaged to someone tomorrow? " " Did you forget that, about half an hour ago, when you... " I asked but stop in the middle of the sentence. He smiled and came closer. " I what, Sweetheart? " " Stop calling me that... " " What sweetheart?? " " You know, you are the most obnoxious and irritating man, I have ever met. " " You are the sweetest, loveliest, most beautiful and cutest girl I have ever met."

I snarled. "Of course not. I'm just reminding you, sweetie. I noticed you didn't call me sweetie. That's our call sign, right? I'm just saying it and seems like you don't want to call me sweetie. You don't want me to call sweetie, huh? Do you want to replace it? Just tell me if you don't want because we will change it whatever you want. Don't be shy, sweetie," he said. I looked away from him, but I opened my mouth to speak and said, "I didn't say anything bad about it. To be honest with you, it's nice to hear and I don't want you to change it again," I said seriously and I looked at him again.

For the sake of my sanity, I decided to go outside for a small break. “Sweetness…” I felt his voice only inches away from my ears, goosebumps peeled from the surface of my exposed skin, my heart pounded in my chest, because that nickname was something Thorne used to call me while we were dating; and he used to call me with so much love. I could feel him behind me now, and I swung away from him. “Sweetness?” I scoffed. “Why do you think you can call me that?” “You used to like it when I call you sweetness.” He wasn’t wrong, he took a step away from me.