Jodi Sugar Novels & Stories

A few socialite women whispered: "She looks like some old man’s toy, she came alone!" Her curly-haired friend, who was dressed like a North Coast dangdut singer, sneered: "Yeah, sugar babies are trending these days, Sis. Watch out for that guy, don’t let him turn out to be a sugar daddy on the side!" "Eww ... that’s such bad luck!" gasped a group of women with long, bleached hair that was straightened so flat it looked like ironing boards, and fake, fluttery lash extensions. "That’s why I get treatments regularly so I don’t get wrinkly!"

My Nine lives were coming up. 5 YEARS AGO.. As a woman, people have certain expectations and sure have a lot to say about us. How we dress or what we wear. Limiting our abilities because of shoulders and what we do when the workday is done. But when you have the mind of a genius you have the ability to destroy and concur. And that's what I did and what I am going to do. But I was no businesswoman who is fighting for a CEO job. I was no housewife trying to repair things with my cheating. But most of all I was no Mafia leader or falling for a Mafia leader. I was Sugar. And I get what I want not caring who it hurts in the end. Because all people ever do is disappoint and ask for more than given

I eyed him suspiciously. 'What did you save my number with?' 'Jadeshola Lakeview.' He replied in less than an heartbeat and I burst into laughter. 'Won bi e da. We'll just end every thing right now and here. He burst into laughter. 'Haba, Jade. Someone cannot play with you?' I rolled my eyes. 'Not that kind of play.' 'Okay. I saved your number with Sugar.' I rolled my eyes. 'Sugar ko, Sumiga ni. That doesn't sound like you at all. Sugar? Just save it with Honey then.'

It felt awkward, seeing her like that, conscious of her looks. "My hair? I was born blonde, anyway, thank you...Nick." Jodi said with a cold voice, gone the fire I used to love. I knew it was an act, maybe they were forcing her to be that way? "Jodi--" I started but she cut me off with her hand. I haven't told her the truth, she must be hurt, they must have told her. It must be the reason why she was acting all weird.

“I’m not okay. It’s everywhere, Soph. My career is probably over. My family is furious. People are calling me a sugar baby, a slut, saying I only got the show because I slept with Damien. I feel so… exposed.” There was a pause on the other end, then Sophia’s voice came back, warm and steady in a way I desperately needed. “Listen to me,” she said firmly. “First of all, breathe. You’re not alone in this. I’m so sorry this is happening to you. I saw the video — yeah, it’s intense, but honestly? You looked beautiful. You looked happy. And that’s what matters.” I let out a bitter laugh through my tears. “Beautiful? Soph, the whole world just watched me having sex with Damien. They’re saying I’m c

Gerard dramatically rolls her eyes up as his right hand touches his chest. Claudia Green laughs as I scan the menu scribbled on the black board that is pasted on the wall of the cafe. Instead of having lunch at a restaurant I've booked for us, Gerard decided it's better to consume their lunch calories on dessert straightaway since our client has a sweet tooth. "Welcome to Jahn and John, what can I get you?" The voice makes me turn my eyes from the menu, straight to the owner of that sweet, sweet voice even though I haven't decided on what to order yet.

Tommy sat down on the edge of the couch next to Jodi. Matt waited until Jodi finished drinking. “Whatcha drinkin’?” “Hot chocolate, if you must know,” she sneered softly. “Not orange juice,” he remarked. “I’m tired of orange juice.” “Have you eaten?” Jodi pressed her lips together. “Surely, you didn’t come over here to discuss my eating habits.”

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Stop Sugarcoating, Baby Calliope Syndey "Casy" Fryxell is a Mathematics teacher in Felghana National High School. People don't know that she is lesbain. Unfortunately, she is living in a country where being a part of LGBTQ+ community is strictly prohibited, and anyone who will be proved as a part of it will be punished to prison, or 100 lashes. Casy needs to sugarcoat in order to save herself. Everything is fine until she met Kataleya "Kate" Carson, another teacher, English major, was hired in the same school she is working.

Shantal pulled her eyes away from Alex and asked, “Sent who back?” “Arvin,” Jodi sips his coffee, staring into his cup. Next to Shantal, Alex frowns. “Why would you do that?” Jodi avoids Alex's eyes and meets Shantal's instead. “I had to. I realized…I realized I didn’t want him anymore. I don’t want a fake boyfriend. I want someone real.” “But he was real—“ Jodi shakes his head, “He was a doll. A perfect doll. His Chinese was better than mine, but I don’t want perfection. I want…”