Sugar Girl Novels & Stories

Twenty minutes later, the bar pulsates with a different energy. Laughter slices through the bass, the smell of sweet perfume and warm bodies mixes in the air with voices I trust—friends, confidantes—women who have walked alongside me through both chaos and calm. They slip into the booth beside me, heels kicked off with abandon, jackets draped carelessly, their eyes bright with curiosity and support. “Aurelia Voss asking for a girls’ night?” Maya teases, raising a brow, mischief dancing in her gaze. “Who died?” “Men,” I reply dryly, letting the bitterness linger on my tongue. “All of them, if I’m lucky.”

Move, the guards said in a deadly tone, and the girls panicked. A girl fell down, and she was whipped with a whip, and she gave up the ghost. The girls scream in fear and the dead girl was thrown off from the Cliff. “Where do you think they are taking us to ?” Sugar asked ivy and ivy keep mute and wave her off when she set out to say in other words. Sugar feels pain by this attitude of Ivy. Is she attempting to be proud, even when they are in the same shoes? They are slaves now, so she should drop her pride and accept the reality.

Mishka said. “See,” Kiara turned her phone in Mishka’s direction. “I was looking for Daddy online and it says sugar daddies are available.” She said with a wide grin. “He will be sweet to me. I WANT A SUGAR DADDY!!” “Kiara!!!!” Christian and Mishka snapped loudly at the same time and she dropped the phone on the floor, running away. Mishka stood dumbfounded in her place and facepalmed herself while Christian started to laugh like crazy, taking the support of the kitchen island and Mishka glowered at him.

" I looked back to face him. "I have money. More than anyone can imagine. I own a house in Italy, Birmingham, Sweden, New York, California, and in about a few days here. I sold my last one. So I don't want to hear what you have and what makes you rich. I want to know what separates you from half those other rich idiots out there." He was taken back. "You have a bad attitude which probably explains why you're here with that phony. You have nothing special that every other female here doesn't have. So maybe you should be telling me what's so great about you." I walked a few inches towards him so now we were eye to eye. "I am Sugar, that's what's great about me." It was like something clicked i

I ask her. "Ah, River, don't start with your good girl act. One of us has to show those assholes who's the queen around here, and it definitely won't be you," Sydney retorts. I still can't believe Sydney and I are friends. We're complete opposites. She's the life of the party, speaks her mind without caring what others think, and dresses all in black with black lipstick and nail polish. She's stunning with her long black hair, blue-green eyes, and hourglass figure. Meanwhile, I have reddish-orange hair, ash gray eyes, and I'm a bit on the heavier side, weighing around 150 pounds. Guys are always asking Sydney out, but she turns them down because she's into girls. She's never made me uncomfor

Ruining that, at this vital point in my life, will wreck me. There is at least one option a solid ninety-five percent of girls my age have to pursue — find a stinky rich old billionaire and become his sugar baby. Or one of his sugar babies. It really didn't matter if he was willing to pay their tuition and fund their expensive lifestyles. In exchange for... company. Of the biblical variety.

Special Chapter: Sneak Peak into Norma Johnson's Head two posts in a day?? yes, because tomorrow is Lunar Year Celebration and I'm feeling generous ㅋㅋㅋ ＊ Your sugar. Yes, please Won't you come and put it down on me I'm right here, 'cause I need Little love and little sympathy Yeah you show me good loving Make it alright Need a little sweetness in my life — Maroon 5, Sugar Special Chapter pt.1 "Sneak Peek into Norma Johnson's Head"

The girl claws my hand, trying to pull away. “I’ll pick up their tabs.” I point to the customers and drag the screaming girl into the kitchen. As I tow her along, I notice a blistering heat coming off her skin. I stop and look her over again while she struggles to get away. Even by human standards, she’s petite. She’s weak, scared, dirty, and it looks like someone just beat her up. I finally recognize the sickly sweet smell. She’s in heat. Sigma. Why isn’t it affecting me?

My eyes scan the entire place and realize that every guest is on gold except Mr Sylvester and I. Why? The card clearly said the colour code was white. Unless... "Shit." Mr Sylvester slides his hands into his pocket and scoffs. "She played us." "You're here." Her sweet voice says behind us. "What is this Miss Rutherford?" Mr Sylvester questions "You are our newest couple. You have to stand out. And besides, it's birthday girl." She calls the attention of everyone. "Aloe..." I whisper. "Don't." She grins from ear to ear.

They were so hungry, begging to be fed. She was willing. Sandy looked up at Bobi, then at Nathan. She felt hornier than she ever had in her life. She feared the weight of their combined desire could lead to a combustion, a tidal wave that was about to break over her. "One girl," Nathan whispered into her ear, his hand moving to the center of her thighs. "Five giants. Are you going to be a good girl, Sandy, and go to the room with? Or are you going to show us that wild side of yours?"