Novel Sweet Novels & Stories

I felt as though I was dissolving. When I kissed Justine, I was struck by how soft his lips are and how sweet he tastes. Sugary, yet not as sweet as sucrose, and not overpowering. And even when things become hot, he's always kind to me. I honestly don't believe he realizes he's doing it, and I adore it. And it's difficult to think clearly when so many of your senses are concentrated on the kiss and the person you're kissing. It really doesn't feel different, however, it's not how much the novels and entertainment portray. Nevertheless, it was wonderful, great, and a delight.

" Arrrgh ,this male lead is so annoying ,I really feel like slapping him " Jade exclaimed angrily. She was currently reading the most popular novel which had been recently released with the title 'A Taste of love' it was an high school love story . What Jade hated about the story was the annoying male lead and the Villianess who had the same name as her but was dumb as fûck. " Just shut the fûck up and let me sleep" her roommate and best friend, Tiana screamed at her. They lived together outside their school's campus, they both were in their second year in University .

he denied, his voice deep and patronising. "Gift or no gift, I don't really care what the contents are, but I'm definitely not going to walk all the way over there to collect it. You either come in and hand it over to me properly, or you leave and stop wasting both our time. I was just getting to the good part of my novel." I had not meant to bluff about the novel reading, but I needed to wipe away Adrian's smugness in any way that I could. Adrian's eyes darkened in anger and I watched him walk into the room, smug satisfaction coursing through my veins.

I will go crazy if this goes on. I quickly make myself a hot cup of coffee and turn on my laptop. A private message from my new favorite reader pops up. hopelessromantic❤️ Hey... I am eagerly waiting for your next book. So stop it with the torture already... I crave a taste of your books. Couldn't the whole world be like this? Kind and sweet to the other person. Maybe that is just the cure to the countless forms of hate in this world. Just kindness and sweetness and lots of love. You do not know how the comment brought a smile to my face and instantly changed my mood.

Christine was exhausted both mentally and physically so she slowly drifted into her dreams. Sam had pending office work so he went to Study to finish his incomplete tasks after shower. When Sam returned to his room after midnight, he found Christine sleeping on his bed by hugging his pillow. His eyes softened by this picture. He took a spot beside her on the bed.Soon , His nostrils were filled with Christine's body smell. He could not control his bodily desires and gave in to his temptations. He moved closer to her and wrapped his arms around her body. Her soothing body scent calmed down his mind.

My heart is broken. Judith looks over my shoulder, seeing the pair embrace, frowns, then looks back at me. “Of all people, why her?” She asks. “It doesn’t matter now, does it? Such a wonderful guy with such a horrible-mannered girl.” I shake my head. Per usual, the sound of midnight rings through the room. The last chime brings a scent of unbearable sweetness, much like standing in a candy shop with fans blowing all the different sugar sweets into your face. Immediately I cover my nose with my hand. “Do you smell your mate?” Judith asks, getting closer to me. Nava sees the reaction and immediately springs to my side. “Is it your mate?” She asks.

I can’t see her. I close my eyes and reach for the bond. I’ve been ignoring it with everything in me so that I don’t go mad, so it takes a second to tune in, but when I do, heat suffuses my chest. It’s pure sweetness. Not cloying or sickening, not like candy or syrup. Like honeysuckle. Light and airy. Delicate. My heart cracks. I didn’t have enough of her. Not nearly enough.

He groans, sweating profusely. "Ouch! Ohh...evander...too sweet" i moaned out incoherent words as the ecstasy threatened to tear me apart. I wished to call him romantic names but he wasn't mine. I wrapped my legs around his waist, my eyes rolling at the sweetness of his dick. I realized that I missed having sex more than I thought. Mostly this passionate and from someone who makes my heart skip.

Jealousy His eyes made her adjust in her seat. She scrambled for what to say. “I just think calling someone sweet is odd. People can’t be seen as sweet.” “Why not?” he asked, “People are called sweet all the time,” he protested. “Alright. Call people whatever you like. I can’t understand it anyway,” she said, taking another bite of her cake. “Why not?” he asked, then pointed at his coffee, “Sweet,” then at his cake, “Sweet,” then at Emerald, “Sweet,” he said and she found herself speechless.

He is coming back in the next chapter with lot's of spice and sweets (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧ ser feliz 🌹