My Sugar And Your Spice Novels & Stories

Hang out in some cafe after the match and then head back home. But it turned into so much more...just because of a can of soda.

Spice asked in a broken voice and Royal stood up "Hey,are you crazy? What are you talking about??....." "Yes I'm crazy!! I'm crazy in love with you!! Why can't you see?!!!" Spice screamed. "Geez" Royal groaned and roughed his hair. "Where are you?" He asked. "I'm home" Spice replied. "I'm coming okay? Don't do anything stupid" Royal muttered and hung up. "You're going to her?" Angel asked. "She might do something crazy....."

“No, I'm trying to bribe our baby so the cravings kick in. Hot chocolate, strawberry flavoured anything, vanilla flavoured sweet, imagine the taste Cristela. " “Fuck you." I said. “It's very sweet."

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.

I should break him, I should find the right woman and parade her in front of him just to give him a taste. I had tried to reason with him several times before. "Gary, you know being a sugar baby doesn't mean that you gave up your career here with me right? It's a lifestyle. You know that right? Oh, Gary, you're just too beautiful of a male specimen, just to decorate my office entrance." To this, he just laughed at me. Other times I would say. "Gary, I don't know what your preference is, but you know we could provide you with all choices of sugar mama or daddy for you right?" And then he would laugh again and just shook his head no.

I squeak excitedly. "I can see," Viktor chuckles. "Hello!" a nice young man beams at us. "Hello!" I smile back. "I want something hot and sweet." "In this case, I can suggest you our iconic special hot chocolate." "What's so special about them?" I furrow my brows curious. "They won't be so special if I tell you the receipt, right?" the brunette man chuckles. "Okay then, we will take two and will figure it out ourselves!" Viktor claps joyfully with hands.

The symphony of flavors dances upon her taste buds, transcending her into a world of pure bliss. Not one to shy away from bold flavors, Beatrice steers her breakfast adventure towards The Spicy Shack, a hidden gem renowned for its fiery morning delights. With a daring spirit, she orders a plate of huevos rancheros, adorned with zesty salsa and a sprinkle of fiery jalapeños. As the heat builds in her mouth, a twinkle of satisfaction lights up her eyes, knowing she has conquered yet another culinary challenge.

" I looked back to face him. "I have money. More than anyone can imagine. I own a house in Italy, Birmingham, Sweden, New York, California, and in about a few days here. I sold my last one. So I don't want to hear what you have and what makes you rich. I want to know what separates you from half those other rich idiots out there." He was taken back. "You have a bad attitude which probably explains why you're here with that phony. You have nothing special that every other female here doesn't have. So maybe you should be telling me what's so great about you." I walked a few inches towards him so now we were eye to eye. "I am Sugar, that's what's great about me." It was like something clicked i

“Go back inside.” “Rude,” Sugar said cheerfully, sipping her soda. “I was just coming to see if you two wanted midnight snacks. But clearly, you’re busy smoldering.” She did exaggerated air quotes with her free hand. I clutched the robe tighter around myself, cheeks flaming, lips still tingling like they knew what almost happened. “We were not smoldering!” “Sweetheart, if that wasn’t smoldering, I don’t know what is.” Sugar grinned wickedly. “You could fry an egg with the tension out here.”