Sugar Life Aesthetics Novels & Stories

I continued. "You know what? I want them for each other because Angel is beautiful, kind, rich, sexy, and she's also smart, not like when Jenny was just a card and she only knew how annoying she was. I really don't know why my cousin liked her. She's just beautiful because she always wear make up. But Angel doesn't have make up yet, she's more beautiful and attractive than Jenny," I said. "Why did Jenny come back here? I can't..." I seem to know what's on Aira's mind.

He’s a sex god. ​Who knows how many women he’s been with, honey, that thought quickly makes my stomach churn. My subconscious was a bitch. I needed to make that call as soon as possible and book an appointment at the clinic for birth control. Wait, are we actually planning to keep this going? I look at my favorite bitch with resolve. Hell, yes.

"I don't like being noticed. It invades my privacy." The corner of Theo's arm rested on the table. Deliberately playing with the black ring on his ring finger. At least the staring woman could tell that 'he' belonged to someone else. "Hurry up and finish your ice cream, Sugar. I don't feel at home here." "You told me to hurry. But your own order is still intact." "I'm already full." "Finish it! It's not good to waste food. Should I also remind you that you had a high fever last night? We're in an open space anyway, it's natural to be the center of attention. Especially since you look like... a hot uncle."

"Come on, I'm taking you to lunch." They rode in silence, a small smile playing on Chester's lips the whole time. The song playing in his car was Winona's favorite from their college days. It was also the one Noelle hated most. As soon as they reached the restaurant, they saw Winona and Simon already waiting for them. Winona pointed at the cake on the table. "Elle, I crossed the line yesterday, so I queued for this trending cake to apologize. You have to try it." During the meal, she kept reminiscing about her, Chester, and Simon as kids.

They looked so alive, as though dew had been caught in mid-air and frozen into bloom. “Too hot,” Laurent said, raising a finger, “and it burns. Too cold, and it shatters. Sugar is the art of precision. The art of patience. And,” his gaze swept over them, sharp as a knife, “the art of courage.” His demonstration was nothing short of mesmerizing. He poured molten sugar like glass onto marble, folding and stretching until it gleamed. With steady hands, he teased strands into golden threads, rolled and twisted them into petals. When he held up the finished rose, it seemed impossibly delicate.

As he became more invested in the sugar, it somehow reminded him of Elsie. She was everything he ever wanted in a woman—beautiful, kind, and hardworking. Yet, he could not have her, just like the cube of sugar. His life was empty of sweetness, of her sweetness. Aiden had suffered from type 2 diabetes since a young age and had to be placed on a strict diet. Like the sugar, he had been avoiding her all week. It was safer that way. He crushed the cube between his fingers and threw it into the ashtray. Wiping his fingers, he smoothed out his grey tie with a frosty look in his eyes. It was almost time for his next meeting.

So many tried to get my attention but I did not give them time of the day. Then, one morning, I saw you from my office, going to school, and for the first time in years, I felt alive. It was love at first sight for me, Tanya but you were way younger than me so the only thing I could do was propose to be your sugar daddy. I drew up a contract and had you invited into my office. I offered you a black card and was also ready to pay you daily. The only condition was for you to be my sugar baby for Three years.

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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.

Sugar and Bite Intro: Clara Hart has built her bakery with flour-dusted hands and sleepless nights, determined to prove that sugar, spice, and ambition can outshine anyone in town including Ethan Cole, the arrogant, maddeningly talented rival who runs the bakery across the street. Their rivalry is legendary two stubborn perfectionists, always trying to outdo the other, always clashing in competitions, and always circling each other like fire drawn to gasoline.