Rebecca Sugar Concrete Novels & Stories

She left right after that encounter. She's weird and she didn't even mind knowing me or my name at all. I'll surely remember her face if I will see her again. I am already looking forward for it. -- Rebecca's POV The house is a two-story studio type. It is situated in front of the many trees. I can say, we're a bit nearing the forest already. Our house is five minutes away from the main road which is a bit quiet. It's creepier since I am all alone in our house. It has two rooms on the upper part and there is a single room on the lower ground, near the kitchen. We have a simple sofa with fewer appliances. I've never felt so empty now that I can't feel any presence moving to and pro in the kit

Chelsea wiped away the tears streaming down her cheeks before getting back on her old scooter. She aimlessly wandered around, weighing whether or not to follow Indri's suggestion. She couldn't imagine living without a job. Her tuition fees needed to be paid, and she had to cover daily expenses and her father's medication. How could she manage all that? Earning money without a job was nearly impossible for her, and finding work wasn't an easy task either. Taking a moment to rest, Chelsea sat in a park. She contacted Olive to ask for guidance on becoming a sugar baby. Olive happily guided her and provided instructions. True to Indri's words, being a sugar baby wasn't just about physical intima

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.

he asked. I looked at his manhood and swallowed a few times when I saw how big it was. Damn, I think it's 7 fucking inches. "Do you think your soldier fits me?" I asked him, a little nervous. Damn! Yes, we make out when we're alone, but damn, we haven't reached intercourse yet. "Hmm I'll be gentle, baby," he replied, without answering my question. I nodded and smiled at him. "Ok. You can enter now, My Sugar daddy...."

"Roobs is a little clumsy. She didn't scare you earlier, did she?" Roobs? The corner of my mouth twitched. I glanced at my mother, Ruby Lawrence, who was following behind him with her head lowered, carrying a fruit platter. I'd lived long enough to see some strange things, but this was a first. My mother was pushing fifty, and she had spent years working the assembly line on overnight factory shifts until wrinkles were etched into the corners of her eyes. Here she was, in this mansion, being called "Roobs" with unmistakable affection. She'd somehow landed herself a taste of the wealthy life.

Crystal answered airily. "But I won't." Crystal rolled her eyes and smiled at her. She had her eyes on her and thought for a moment. "How did you get here?" "I rode the carriage." Rebecca answered and sat down on the bed. "Did your husband come with you?" Crystal asked keenly. "No. I came on my own. Except Cathy and my maid, Zita, joined me." Rebecca said calmly. "Cathy?" Crystal said confusingly. She looked at her friend's stomach and sat it wasn't big anymore.

How does this girl seem to have so much free time to bake and go out and still afford a massive condo such as this one? “What do you do for work, Rebecca?” “I’m an interior designer,” she announced over her shoulder with a smile. “I mainly do office buildings, helping people give their offices a more modern, sleek look, you know? But I want to span out and eventually do homes.” “Rhett said that you guys met at the office and that’s when things took off between you two.”

I'm so stressed out. She had been suggesting to me for years to join the sugar baby listing since a couple of her clients were asking for me. I never felt the need to even consider it. Every time she asked, I would just smile and keep on working. I know she put me as her assistant, as a window dresser. Since I was apparently attractive enough and eye candy, for both the daddy and momma that pass through her door.

Carson, another teacher, English major, was hired in the same school she is working. Will Casy continue on sugarcoating despite of what she feels for Kate? Or will she pursue her love and face the inevitable death? - Title: Stop Sugarcoating, Baby Written by: aristeia_maria 2020®

Lucrecia asks before Ramon turns around. "Em... It seems has reached 60 percent, the packaging and the perfume are ready, the box design is also almost done, we just need to find out a brand ambassador for our product." Ramon showing up the data in his iPad to Lucrecia. Lucrecia is observing every scratch that Ramon does on his iPad screen which its size is 3 or 4 times bigger than a regular smartphone. "When will we have a meeting with the agency of brand ambassador?" Lucrecia asks turning to look at Ramon.