Novel Sweeteners Novels & Stories

She listened without interrupting, nodding occasionally, her expression genuinely engaged. When I finished speaking, she leaned back and studied me for a moment. “You have a rare gift,” she said finally. “You don’t just select art. You feel it. You understand the ache behind the beauty. That’s what makes your curation compelling. The reviews from Julian and Maya… they are not really about the work. They are about controlling the narrative around young women who dare to succeed while refusing to stay small.” Nai’s voice was calm but carried quiet strength.

The sickening sweetness in the scent of an omega can only be suppressed by taking pills and trying to keep down your scent was like trying to hide from the sky. I moved around a bit stretching my hand and successfully opened the bedside drawer. I couldn't find water anywhere but luckily I was able to find three pills in the drawer. Which was more than enough. Releasing a relieved sigh, I tossed the very bitter pills inside my mouth chewing and swallowing them in ignoring the bitterness. I could remember whenever accidentally the pills touched my taste buds I would complain to Joss and ask for sweets. But at that moment the bitterness was way better and sweeter than the fear I had inside.

He says taking a bite of his. “Your loss,” I say, putting it in my mouth. “Why don’t you like sweet things? I also noticed you also did not have any candy floss at the carnival.” “It’s not healthy.” I gasped dramatically, dropping my cutlery on the plate and placing a hand on my chest and the other on my head. “Wait, are you diabetic? Is that why you don’t like sweet things?” I inquired. “No, I am not diabetic.” “Then why don’t you like sweets? There must be a story.”

The taste of saccharin instantly made him purse his thin lips. He swallowed the popcorn in his mouth with difficulty and then saw Sydney grab a piece of popcorn and put it into her mouth as well. "Eat less." Julien unscrewed the cap of the bottle and took two sips of water to wash down the sweet saccharin in his mouth. Sydney looked at him. "Why?" "It has too many additives. Don't eat too much. It's not good for your health. If you like popcorn, I'll ask the cook to make some good popcorn and bring it to you." Julien closed the water bottle and put it aside.

"We are going to the grocery store. Joanna wants cornflakes and we ran out of them." "Okay." she took Joanna's other free hand in hers. "Let me accompany you." Without further ado, we walked side by side to the grocery store. Then Lauretta broke the silence. "You have a new boss, Jennie." Furrowing my brows in confusion, I stated. "I don't understand." "Mr. Stanley has cancer and he was flown out of the country to India this morning. The president called me to inform you to clear out his table and prepare for his younger brother, your new boss."

Avery's mind started to run, she needed to make something no one else did and make it so perfect that no one will be able to compete with her. Suddenly she got a brilliant idea and got to work. She needs to make something that is tasty, unique but most importantly healthy. So many people nowadays are looking for healthy sweets. Because sweets are something you can never avoid no matter how much you try. So this will be a little bit easier for those on diet, she is going to make it as healthy as possible.

"I’m not sure where their corporate offices are, but they have a manufacturing facility in West Rutberg. Why do you ask?" Kathrine hesitated, her gaze dropping to her knees. "I’m trying to do some research... into artificial sweeteners. They make Quantum Excell, right? It’s supposed to be like a magic sweetener that also makes you lose weight?" "Yeah," I said, moving to her toes. "We carry one of their products at the gym. It’s called Excellent—a protein powder drink mix that’s supposed to help build muscle and shred fat at the same time. I’m not sure if it lives up to the hype, though."

“I mean if you want.” I glanced at the pastries and then her. I picked one up and took a cautious bite. It was warm, soft and unexpected teddy sweet. “You mentioned there were no added sugar?” Isabella nodded. “Yes, no added sugar. Just some crashed apples and dates.” She said with a wide smile on her face. I took another bite, slower this time and looked at Ms. Lulu to confirm if Isabella's claims were true. She nodded with a little smile tugged around her lips.

"So good. Never tasted anything…so sweet. Addicted…already…" Yes. Addicted. He was a drug. Her drug, and she doubted there was a cure. With her painkillers, she’d had to stop using cold and flat. The withdrawals had been nightmarish. Yet she knew with sudden, shocking clarity that those would not compare to what she’d experience without James. He replaced the hand on her breast with his mouth, flicking his white-hot tongue over her nipple, shooting more of those gratifying lances through her. He didn’t bite, though, not again.

Even so, my heart felt warm and fuzzy inside. The next year, we got married, and his company took off. The first thing he did was buy the dying chocolate factory. After that, I had all the sweets I could ever want. Now, however, that sweetness was like poison, sealing off my breath. My chest felt suffocated. Before the tears could fall, I heard Ethan’s voice. “What are you looking at, babe?”