He Calls Me Sweet Novels & Stories

I must be dreaming that's for sure, because as far as I know, Roman left. " Come on Sweet. Don't do this to me, don't do this to us. " Only Roman calls me Sweet. Yes, definetly that is Roman. But why would he beg for me to not do something to him and us? What does he mean by that?... I haven't done nothing else but sleep.

AVA My phone beeps, and my head snaps down to the screen in my hand. Of course it’s a message from him. Malakai. A smile tugs at my lips just thinking about how he reacts when I say his full name. He goes feral every time. I open the message. Kai: You really want me to come over to your place? You sure about that, sweetheart? It’s not the first time he’s called me sweetheart — not the second, or even the tenth but every single time, it still sends that flutter through my chest. I like that he’s the only one who calls me that. It’s his thing, his word for me.

, She reasoned. “But I don't find any problem with that. You are sweet by heart, so I don’t mind calling you sweetheart. What’s wrong with it?”, He asked, trying to control his laugh. ‘Aaaahhh…. He is really getting into my nerves.’, Grace thought but quickly hid her anger with another sweet and calm voice. “Can you please do as I say?”, She requested.

I eagerly took my phone and attending it tensely. " Hello" I heard his sexy voice on my phone.' No, Why am I appreciating him as sexy?' " Sydney?" He called again and I was back in the present. " Hi, Jacen. I never thought you would call me within a day." I managed to saw it by lowering my voice. If my aunt heard it, she will think Iam talking to myself which is not true. " Well, I did. How can I forget you, baby," he added baby again. Why is he doing that?

Alexander watches me with a tilted head as if he’s searching for something then he continues his soothing touch on my thighs. "Time to claim you, sweetheart." Please someone should remind him to stop calling me his fucking sweetheart.

He said. Please, it would be nice if you used my name. I yelled, "Not pumpkin!" Sorry, but I won't stop calling you pumpkin. Because you're my sweet pumpkin, I love calling you pumpkin. I've been waiting for you, my sweet pumpkin, for thirty years. He said.

My heart rabbits in my chest as I wait for him to say something. “Me too. Sweetheart, me too,” he says and I can hear the way his voice breaks at the end. Ah, I feel like I should call him here, to ask him to come to me as soon as he can. But I hold on. “I will call you tomorrow,” I murmur. He hums. I keep the phone pressed to my ear long after the call ends. ~~~~

My heat rose like a train up my cheeks , my heart beat got loud , I bite my lip out trying to back away but he didn't let me . " My name is Aaron , everyone here calls me Dean" His rough voice reached me . I nodded as he steps back , He grabbed my bag and motioned me to walk , " So , am I suppose to call you Dean ?" I asked looking back and I saw his eyes trained on something .

"I'm calling you my precious love, sweetheart." "How doubtful." "How cold."

He started grinning. “Sweetheart, I won’t poison you.” “I’m not taking chances.” “Sweetheart-“ “Please … stop calling me that,” I said interrupting him. “It sounds disgusting coming from you.” He leaned back in his chair and smiled. “What would you rather I call you?” “Kendall.” “Babe.” “Kendall.” Princess.” “Kendall, Lance!” “I just want to seem romantic.” He said pouting, before laughing.