Reading Is Sweet Novels & Stories

“The shapes of the meanings of the two fail to coincide as do those of a person in a double-exposed photograph. This being the case, our perception shifts and wavers without actually identifying with either shape or forming a third; imagine the52 JOSÉ ORTEGA Y GASSET distressing vagueness we experience when reading thousands of words affected in this manner. These are the same causes, then, that produce the phenomenon of flou [blur, haziness] in a visual image and in linguistic expression. Translation is the permanent literary flou, and since what we usually call nonsense is, on the other hand, but the flou of thoughts, we shouldn’t be surprised that a translated author always seems somewhat

In the quiet of the night, Amara stirred, her dreams interrupted by a sudden craving. With a soft sigh, she blinked her eyes open, the dim light filtering through the curtains around the room. As the haze of sleep lifted, the desire for something sweet intensified within her. She couldn't quite explain the craving, but it consumed her thoughts. She longed for something sweet, something that would melt on her tongue and fill her cravings with sweetness.

I take in a big breath of her scent, and she notices. She turns her head to the side and hisses in a low voice, “Are you sniffing me?” “I am, Sweets, and you smell incredible”, I rumble back. “That’s really creepy and don’t call me Sweets!” she snaps back. “Why not? You smell like sweets and I have a really big sweet tooth. I could eat sweets all day long.” She huffs and turns back to the teacher, but I catch her squeezing her thighs together. Oh, this is going to be a very fun school year.

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?”

I turned it over in my hands, feeling so unwilling to bite into this cute thing. “It’s sweeter than it looks,” Kyden said leaning against the stall with that glistening, warm gaze. “Just figured you could use something sweet today. You’ve been… You’re smiling a lot today. That’s new.” I raised an eyebrow, taking a small bite of the sugar wolf. It crunched under my teeth, the sweet and sharp taste melting on my tongue. “You’re gonna spoil me, you know that? Sugar paintings, market trips… what’s next? A pony?”

“I said a lot of things that night, including how you were the sweetest thing I had ever had. Of course, all of that was a lie. Surely, you didn’t think I was actually telling the truth?” He shook his head. “Will it kill you to be sweet just once? I mean, you’re asking to fuck me, can’t you conjure up any iota of sweetness?” I chuckled as I undid my zip. “You’ll get sweetness from Ivy, not from me. Sweetness doesn’t get you anything. Instead, it gets you played, it ruins you…”

I said. "Come on, if we eat too much sweets we'll get cavities," She said. "So let's share," Nelly said. "Share the cavities?" I asked. "No the sweets, geez!" Nelly rolled her eyes and Harper giggled. "Okay, go give some to them," I said as I handed some sweets over to them. "hmm, I am busy eating this delicious snack," Nelly said and she devoured her snack. Why don't I smack in you in place of the snack.

"That's so nice of you Miss Monasterio thank you. But don't worry I will be fine. You can leave and enjoy the weekend." She nodded and smiled wider. "Thank you ma'am. By the way, Mr. Samaniego said you should eat first before reading them." she added before turning to leave. I sighed heavily when she closed the door. My eyes constricted as I opened and check what was in the folders. The documents are outlines of a business plan. I snorted. He was really trying to annoy me. He chose to have fun with Lolla while he left me with pages and pages of documents. I sulkily put down the folders and opened the paper bag. There was a sandwich from the deli shop right across the street. There was also a

Every time he smiled at something I said, warmth bloomed in my chest. Dessert arrived—a thick slice of chocolate cake with warm ganache that oozed when I cut into it. I took a bite and couldn’t help it—I closed my eyes and let out a soft, involuntary moan. It was heaven. Pure, rich, decadent heaven. When I opened my eyes, Eric was staring at me with a look so dark and hungry it made my thighs clench under the table. He leaned back in his seat, arms folded across his broad chest, lips curved in a wicked half-smile.

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.