My Sugar And Your Spice Novels & Stories

I took a sip of coffee when I saw my name in red letters on the front page, I spat it out in amazement. << YENNA COLLEN, IT WASN'T ME HONEY, IT WAS ANOTHER EX, LET'S TALK, OKAY? I MISS YOU... S.D>> S.D.? He signed as suggar Daddy, Jacob is crazy, what is that not him? but the article did say so.

It was the gift he had bought for me in Luzberg on our third wedding anniversary. Back then, he had said, "My love for you is like this diamond. No matter how many years pass, it will always shine." Since that day, I had carefully treasured the ring along with his promise. I truly believed our happiness would last forever. Yet just a few short years later, the diamond still sparkled, while my heart and our love lay in ruin. Justin tucked the ring into his pocket and stared at the wall. The wedding photo was all that remained of us. The happier we looked in it, the deeper his pain now. He had never imagined that one day I would leave without a word.

My senses were refusing to cooperate with me at this point. “What?” the blonde frowned. “Pumpkin spice,” I whispered, my mouth salivating for a taste of her already. “That’s…her scent,”

“Just do your thing; what is your name, please? “Pardon my manners; I didn't introduce myself properly. My name is Spicy, and I am the only makeup artist in New York who can add spice to your makeup glam. You can follow me on I*******m at @spicy_hott. I wanted to tell Spicy that I didn't have an I*******m account but then I decided to keep quiet because who doesn't have an I*******m account in the 21st century? Spicy was preparing his makeup items, and I was just looking around. I loved the space and how coordinated everything was. I wish I could have a room full of makeup items like this but that is literally impossible because of my kids. I'll just come back one day and find them coloring

The aroma coming from the plate was delicious, and I couldn't help but let my stomach rumble. " "So, this is your specialty," I teased him before taking a fork he had offered me with the plate, tasting some of the meal. I closed my eyes sighing at the explosion of flavors that happened in my mouth. He's good at that! " "No, that's the inn's specialty," he corrected me, seemingly amused by my reaction. Gustaf took no time in picking up the other plate and settling down next to me on the counter. " 'And what is your specialty? " I turned my face to watch him.

“I could not remember what you said we needed. I just remembered tall, skinny bottle on the second shelf.” Wow. I am completely floored. “Ok, fine. But did it not occur to you that tabasco sauce is a little too spicy for something as sweet as chocolate chip cookies?” He smiled coyly. “Perhaps if it was someone else making the cookies it might have. But you, dear Lily, are the definition of spicy and sweet.” I blushed. Ever since I got here, Brady has developed an amazing ability to make me blush almost at the snap of his fingers.

It was Amber calling, bright and insistent, asking him to meet her at the city’s most prestigious restaurant to discuss “important business matters.” Far across the dining room, seated at a separate, discreet table, were Echo and Purple. They were there too attending to their own meetings, navigating their own carefully guarded worlds. Even now, in public, their unspoken rule remained absolute Masks on. Lights off. Identity hidden. No one in this gleaming, high‑society room guessed the true connection between them.

She'd somehow landed herself a taste of the wealthy life. I had to admit, this sugar daddy’s taste was, to put it mildly, quite peculiar. "No, not at all. Ms. Lawrence looks like a kind, family-oriented woman." I practically bit down on the words "kind" and "family-oriented". Mom coughed guiltily and hurriedly held a peeled grape up to Kyle's mouth. "Kyle, sit down and rest. Leave tutoring the child to Mr. Wilder." Kyle casually took hold of her hand. Though he was smiling, there was an unmistakable sense of control in his voice.

Stella said. She took out all the ingredients she needed on the table, and then skillfully processed all the ingredients. The fragrance of the dishes began to fill the room, making her stomach even more starving. After a while, a plate of Spaghetti was ready on the dining table. She enjoyed dinner as she opened her smarthone. The clock on the HP screen was already showing nine o'clock in the evening. No wonder she felt so starving. Stella saw that there were several messages coming in from William, but she was lazy to open them. Her fingers danced on the top of the HP screen, opening some news that came in today.

"There's no patient named Hudson here. You should go look that guy up. I think he's a bad guy." "Do you think it's as easy as all that? I'd be using my authority in vain," Bennett said. He pushed a straw through his soymilk and asked, "Which is the one with low sugar?" "They both have regular amounts of sugar." "Are you forgetting the last time you had a toothache?" Bennett said.