Novel Sweet Novels & Stories

“Just did.” “Sorry. Still not quite up to snuff. You’ll let her know, won’t you?” Ron gave an almost-sincere smile before heading to his office. I dropped the manuscript on my desk with a thump and sighed. Joy Needermeyer, author of a fantastic sci-fi novel, was a sixty-eight-year-old woman from a teensy little town not far from June Lake. I’d been pushing for Ron to take her on for months, and he kept brushing me off.

An innocent-looking girl of about 17 years of age was the first to greet her with a tender smile. "Hello," Arya responded blandly as they all crowded her shamelessly. "My name is-" "My name is Aaron..." A boy that resembled the girl introduced himself first with a smirk as he eyed the girl beside him with his chin raised high. "My name is Cecelia, and this is my friend Beverly..." Before Arya could respond to Aaron, another person in the group introduced themselves, this time it was a confident-looking girl who also introduced the girl with a tender smile. Before Arya knew it, everyone had spoken apart from the girl with a tender smile.

“I have already informed the head of marketing team, and—“ She swallowed against her dry throat. She noticed his was trying to build walls between them again after the scorching kiss they had in the elevator not so long again. As much as she wanted to hate him for acting cold towards her away, something about the dark look in his eyes aroused her. She was so fucking attracted to everything about him. Both when he was cold or sweet. Wait. Has he ever been sweet to her? He thought. She bit her bottom lips. Maybe only when he was sending her senses in an overdrive. Giving her that much pleasure is him being sweet to her. She wanted to feel his touch on her body. But he was not helping matters b

I bet those pitch black eyes would look delicious filled with fear, fresh off a run. I thought the only upside to this little pit stop was that I’d be in their home. Closer to Gavin, closer to the top, closer to more information that Oz could use to fuck up their shit, but every time Sweetness moves it’s adding more upsides to the list. She knocks into someone, stilling immediately, and if I wasn’t so distracted by the way her perfect curves sway as she walks, I would have identified this problem sooner. Gavin.

She pulled her hand away slowly, her wet fingers shining, but she didn't cover herself. "Elena... I was just..." Elena's eyes met hers, a small confident smile tugging at her mouth. "Thinking about me?" She moved closer, her hips swaying slightly. Samantha nodded, unable to speak, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Elena reached the bed, her knee pressing into the mattress as she leaned down, her face inches from Samantha's. The scent of Elena's perfume, made her feel intoxicated and the scent mixing with her own scent made a fresh batch of wetness gush through her legs.

Thanks to all of you who read this book to the very end. Novel may not remember anything, but her heart knows she belongs to Alexei. Love is beautiful, and I hope each of you finds a love that fills your heart with happiness—a love your heart can recognize even when your mind cannot. Thank you all for your support. You can also check out my other book, I'm Your Brother's Wife, Dear Ace. Thank you! 😊

I screamed. At the same time, a resounding slap rang through the air. The room fell deathly silent. "Did you… Did you just hit me?" My hand flew to my cheek as I stared at Jacob in disbelief. The man who once promised to love and cherish me forever—had just hit me. Staring at his own hand, he was momentarily stunned by his own actions. "Selene, where's your ring?" he asked, suddenly noticing something off about me. He looked frantic, as though my missing ring was his biggest concern at the moment. He was the one who killed our child, yet he now had the audacity to act like he was deeply in love with me.

She sighed sadly as she stood in the center of the lovely room and gently turned around to look at its contents, thinking it would be like him to do such a thing. She walked up to the desk and noticed a tiny table behind it housing a contemporary typewriter. She stroked the keys cautiously, recoiling a bit at the sense of warmth they generated, almost as if Michael had just used the machine, and wondered why Michael hadn't bought a computer, which would have been a big benefit to him given the volume of work he cranked out. She quickly withdrew her hand, disappointed by the momentary sensation of pleasure she had experienced. She clamped her lips together, resolute to resist the charismatic

A title soon came to mind and she answered, “Recently, I’ve been reading the book called ‘The Struggle For Sweetness’ and I found it an enjoyable read and to my liking.” A few of the young bachelors burst out in cheerful laughter. “The title of the book is called The Struggle For Sweetness? Is that right? Goodness, it seems like a book related to desert making.” Before Alicia could reply, Ash Pavard parted his lips open and said, “Hmm… Sir Killian, I think you have some sort of misunderstanding. The book is quite famous and renowTed for its humanities of sorts. It looks like you don’t know of this.”

“I can do sweet.” “Really?” The thunder from the last lighting finally rumbled. The storm was still several miles away. “Give me a sample of sweet.” “Sugar,” he said in a dark, silky voice. He wasn’t even looking at her. With nothing but his voice, he was melting her bones. If she didn’t get him up to her room— “Maple syrup.” Shannon blinked. “Huh?” “Honey. You wanted sweet, I’m giving you sweet. Chocolate cake.