My Sugar And Your Spice Novels & Stories

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.

“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.”

Little Miss Spitfire bursts through the door again, her face pulled up in a tight grim. I am sure she is trying so hard to not scream at me. She bounces forward, stretching the cup in the air. I grab it and take a sip. “Good one.” I say, and continue typing. The coffee tastes great; the right amount of sugar fits in. Coffee is dark and bitter, but with enough sugar, it covers the bitterness so all that remains is just the sweet savour on your tongue. “Sugar is healthy.” Her voice chirps in my head, her smile flashing through my memory.

“But a promise. You’re mine, Kira Holt. I want the world to know it. Move in officially. Build this life with me—messy family drama, business wars, and all. I’ll protect you. Spoil you. Fuck you senseless every night. And let you stand strong beside me as my equal.” Tears pricked her eyes. She slid the ring onto her finger—it fit perfectly—then kissed him deeply. “Yes, Daddy. I’m all in. Sugar Daddy tastes sweeter than anything I’ve ever known.” Damien’s laugh was dark with promise. He kissed her again, slower, sealing the vow as the jet touched down.

She grinned, mixing altogether as Zeke stared like she'd grown another pair of heads. But what he did not know was that she was addicted to sugar. Two, she gets hyper whenever she tastes sugar and... Lastly, it was going to be fun… Thank you for reading ♥

“I want chicken soup.” “Alright." The woman spoke hesitantly. “M-Meazus... Ah, I mean, Mr. Meazus. Can I have dessert? I want something to eat.” “Sure. What would you like?” “Spicy ice cream.” Meazus furrowed his brow. “I never knew there was such a thing as spicy ice cream.” “You don't have to look for it. You just need to buy ice cream and hot sauce. I'll mix it together.”

There was no sugar at all. That was why her tongue was burning due to the spice. Her brows knitted as she coldly said, "You can taste it and find out for yourself." "Okay." He then held the back of her head before smashing his lips over hers.

Seung-ho stumbled over his words, then quickly moved away from Min-a like he was an appealing drug. His jaw clenched hard and he could feel his erection as he walked to his shelf for the various bags of chips he bought recently. Seung-ho took a moment to suppress his arousal then grabbed five of the bags. He dropped them on his counter, causing various cackling sounds, “oh-we have, ginger pepper.” He didn't care for the product name, it was a stock purchase. Picking up a bluish bag, he read off the body, “we have seafood spice,”