Novel Sugar Novels & Stories

She smiled sadly, almost laughing at her fate. Knock! Knock! Knock! A knock on the door interrupted their conversation. Alif and Jenar turned their heads. "Who?" Alif replied, even though he was not the owner of the house. "It's me!" Then, a man's voice was heard. "You're in there, right?" Jenar and Alif looked at each other. "Who?" asked Alif. "Looks like a rich man?" He peeked through the window blinds. "Right! He's a rich man!" Alif looked at Jenar. "Since when did you have a sugar daddy?"

She fanned her burning mouth. "Slow down will you?" His face cringed. "But I'm so hungry!" She tried to speak with the noodles in her mouth. "Tch, hot! Water!" She took the glass beside her. He shook his head as he clicked his tongue finding her hopeless. "I was so shocked by the fact that I'm inside my own novel, I forgot that I haven't had anything since the day I came into this world." She wiped the bowl clean and rubbed her tummy satisfied. "I was so hungry that I didn't even have a chance to complain about this food-" She smiled nodding.

' Hosun swallowed hard, a lump in his throat. 'I have to forget him. I mean, he's way older than me after all. I should focus on guys my age now. Maybe I'll grow to like someone else, soon. Anything to get rid of these growing feelings for Sugar. Our relationship is almost business like. Trade by barter of some sort. No feelings involved. Got it.' Sunny nodded to himself and frowned a little. "Hey," Johnny who'd returned said with that beautiful smile of his. "Back already?" Hosun smiled back.

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.

The cake shop prepared different types of cupcakes as examples and Emma asked Jazlyn to choose. "It's just a cupcake, Jazlyn. And I don't think there are so many variants," Emma said casually looking at the rows of cupcakes that were made. "I really can get fat like this," Jazlyn mumbled softly. "Of course not. It's very low in sugar. Try it," said Emma who had brought Jazlyn closer to the row of cupcakes on the table. Jazlyn had already sighed and was starting to stare at all the very tempting looking cupcakes on the table. "Okay. Let's try."

he replied. “What?” I turned to him, and Paxton nodded as he met my eyes. “It’s just crushed-up vitamins and sugar.” “Dangerous vitamins?” “No, normal vitamins—something any pregnant person would take, and even some werewolves, to ensure they’re getting the necessary nutrients,” he explained. “And the sugar?” “Just regular sugar. I assume it’s to make it taste better,” he said. “It’s glistening.” “When sugar hits the light just right, it glistens,” he noted casually.

“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.

No boundaries. "So what's the random theme?" He asks, most probably to make things okay again between us. "If you could have a sugar baby, or sugar daddy for me, what are the three things they should have?" Because I just finished reading a sugar baby book hihi. "Sugar daddy, you're looking for someone with money, authority, and a big cock." I actually laugh at his last word, "Cock? What? Why?" "I don't know, from the way you tell me about the stories you read, they ALL have huge monster cock."

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

Lucrecia muttered, looking at the tray filled with bowl of the cream soup, a plate of small baked bread that had cut into cubes, milk, and mineral water. Lucrecia brought the tray to the room carefully, where she left the man that she found out last night. Lucrecia prepared extra bread in a small container on purpose, just in case if the man wanted the bread more, as she was sure that the man was really starving, as she was. It was just that while waiting for the cream soup got thickened, she ate some bread with jam. Lucrecia knocked the door of the room first, after getting response from inside, she entered the room. When she got in the room, the first thing she saw was the scenery of the m