My Sugar And Your Spice Novels & Stories

"And apparently, we've got a Zendir killer on the loose who has learned somehow to mask his scent from another Zendir - something we didn't know was possible to do. Both Sawa and Maki can usually detect one another by scent." "Licorice and cinnamon," I murmured. "Something like that," Ty agreed. "To us, the spices you use are a fairly pale imitation." That made sense, I supposed. It was all a matter of reference points. But that wasn't what was important here.

I smile and look at him. "You promise," I nod my head and did the thumb thing for when you when making promises to assure him that I'll help him no matter what the thing is, "I kinda ate Kelly's pizza" he scratched his neck and slowly raised his head "She's in the kitchen right now" It took me some time to realize what he said and I kinda tell you I suddenly got goosebumps when I remember the scariest thing about Kelly. Do you know how people often ship a sweet and spicy pair like in a couple? One of them is sweet as vanilla while the other is spicy like Indian food. Things like opposites attract are very trendy when it comes to dating but what if one person has both the sweet and spicy side

he chuckled as he asked her. “I heard,” Scar said. “Mouse, this is more like an audition than anything else.” He said softly. “An audition for what?” she asked as she looked around. “To find the perfect baby.” He said. “What?” She asked as she met his eyes. “Your friend must be one if she was able to get you in here. It is a closed event.” He said. “A baby, you know sugar, baby.” “A sugar baby?” She asked. “Sweetheart, you know nothing about any of this, do you?” he asked, taking in her wide eyes.

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.

Honey, black pepper, dark chocolate. Something sweet with a sting in it. It seemed appropriate.

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.

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.

I pulled out my spice pouch and showed it to Drex so he could work his magic. “Rucif always gives me this spice bag whenever I go hunting, but to be honest, I never have any idea how to mix them,” I admitted with a chuckle. Drex let out a boastful snort. “You really are hopeless when it comes to food! Fine, just sit there! Let me try these spices one by one!” I watched in fascination as Drex tasted my spices. He looked incredibly serious as he crafted a combination of spicy, sour, salty, and sweet flavors, generously coating our game with the mixture.

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.

"It's a good thing you thought of bringing me food so I wouldn't miss you so much." "We only just saw each other this morning," I said. He pulled away from the hug and faced me with a pout. "Don't you have any sweetness in your body?" he asked me. "But it's okay if you don't because I have a lot. I'll drown you in my sweetness," he added and burrowed himself into me again.