Sugar: A Novel Novels & Stories

Theirs and her own. Iris had never liked sugar, never liked sweet stuff, not even as a kid. She’d added the sugar to her own milk every night because she’d been told to, until the one night that she just didn’t. To this exact second that she lay in her bed waiting for Violet to fall under the drug’s effects, Iris remained awed by this tiny act of rebellion, this decision that had been motivated by nothing more than a sense of I don’t want the goddamn sugar.

She sighed heavily as she sipped her coffee. “Hearts Jewels was built on respect and understanding, but these workers are absolute devils,” she thought to herself. Her phone vibrated on the table – a message from Echo: “I miss your smell, my sweet Purple.” A genuine smile crossed her face. She set down her phone and glanced at a small mirror on her desk, only to notice a pinkish-purple kiss mark Echo had left on her neck. She touched it gently. “I never thought this could feel so good,” she smiled at her reflection.

He gestured to a stack on the counter, golden and steaming, but his eyes lingered on me, curious, like he'd caught the scent of my unease. I didn't answer. Instead, I reached for the maple syrup jar, plunging my fingers into its sticky sweetness. I sucked the syrup off my skin, waiting for the rush of sugar, the comfort of taste. Nothing. My tongue was dead, my senses dulled, like the world was slipping out from under me. I frowned, staring at my glistening fingers, and when I looked up, Liam was watching, his gaze too close, too knowing.

As long as my source of happiness comes from Serena, I don't mind smiling every second. “Please make me coffee in a small cup. No sugar, dear.” I replied with a gaze that did not leave her beautiful figure. Serena turned around, her small lips chuckling. “A little sugar won't make your muscles disappear. Besides, I use corn-based sugar, so it won't cause cholesterol.” I put the book on the table and stepped closer to her. My eyes didn't stop scrutinizing her fiery-looking figure as I ignored her advice. One new thing I learned today: Serena really cares about the nutrition that goes into my body.

Taking a healthy bite out the sandwich, I watched her fidget in her seat. "Please keep an open mind. Hear me out before freaking out." That was the worst way to open the conversation, and she knew it. Zoe grimaced and held a hand up. "Let's try this again. Okay." Wasn't a question, so I continued to eat and wait. "Do you know what a sugar baby is?" "Not quite, and before I say the wrong thing, please explain," I deadpanned. My mind screamed whore, but I knew better than to judge things in a harsh light before having all the facts.

It didn't affect her at all. She was chewing on gum, still walking leisurely, checking her phone. She looked up at the building, that was standing tall in front of her. It was one of the largest and expensive buildings in the city. She again checked the address on her phone, to make sure, that she was not at the wrong address. Whoever had hired her, as the sugar baby, was filthy rich. But, it was none of her business. She was not going to see that old man for a long time.

“You know what sugar. You just don’t want to say it out loud.” She stopped in front of him, lifting a glass. The liquid inside was dark and viscous, catching the light like rubies. “Say it,” she whispered. His stomach churned. The scent alone made his teeth ache, his throat burn. Days had passed since anything normal tasted right. Even water felt wrong in his mouth. Sleep was shallow. Wounds closed within minutes. He hadn’t wanted to face the truth, but the mirror had already stopped reflecting him. The hunger had started whispering.

he ordered coldly, tucking himself back into his pants. Sugar was stunned by the sudden dismissal. She felt a sharp sting in her chest. She was used to men treating her this way after getting what they wanted, but this time, it hurt more. She had always accepted that her job was to please men like him, but something about this night felt different. She adjusted her lingerie, grabbed an envelope from the table, and tossed it onto the liquor-strewn surface.

The girl stared at me puzzledly while I stared at the person from one of my favourite story books Scarlette gave me. Scarlette gave me a book once. She said it was a fairytale book for kids but I truly enjoyed it. The story was about the sugar fairies in the land of sweetness. Sugar fairies mostly live to bake pastries and sweet things. They literally live for happiness and celebration, and were the creators of the sweet people. The story was about Apple, the princess of the sugar fairies and her sister, Candy. The Sugar Emperor had two wives and both had daughters on the same day but Apple was older. At first, they grew up as sisters who loved each other until their brother and heir to the

The Sucrose Zombies, previously deterred by the herbs, turned back, their eyes glowing red again, drawn by the sudden surge of heat. Grrr... Heat... Sugar... Delicious... They stormed in, led by the largest Sucrose Zombie, its body swollen like a caramel balloon. "Damn! They're coming!" Lia shouted. "Bima, aim for their mouths! The heat will melt their sugar!" Riska screamed. Bima nodded.