Sugar Queen Mga Nobela at Kwento

She was cautiously looking around once in a while, but she was not scared, as she already got used to roaming around late at night. She was Celeste Knight, a beautiful woman in her mid-twenties, with beauty everyone dreamt of. But, her beauty was a curse to her. She pushed her left hand in her pocket and took out her cell phone to check if she was heading in the right direction. She was resting earlier, when she got a message from her Sugar baby company, that she had to meet someone. She didn't know about the person, who wanted her to be his sugar baby. But it was not new to her. It was probably an old man, who didn't have any relationship for a long time and he was asking for a sugar baby.

“If you want a queen, you have one.” Hearts hitched. Knees debated. “But here’s what a queen is here. I cook. I cut. I bury. I bleed. I don’t mint oaths I keep promises. I don’t own your throats or hold your knees. If I say kneel, say no. If I ask and you say yes, make it expensive.” Laughter wet, unbelieving, new. “If I fail, don’t write it in a book. Come to my door with bread or blades.

she said. "The queen," she said, and she went inside even before I responded. I heard that witches like to speak less. I got into the car. "Who is the queen?" I asked. "Witches have royals. And the one who is most powerful of all is , The Queen Witch," he said. "I guess her name is Mora," he said. "Okay, let's try out our luck," I say. We both started for the queen's coven, and it had already gone dark outside.

“Please, please, Queen. Just breathe, I promise I'll let you go, but just fucking breathe,“ I whispered into her ears, nuzzling her ear lobe, wishing she'll chill out a bit. “I'm not your queen. Ciara is, and she made that pretty clear a while ago.“ “She's not my queen…“ “Yes, she is!“ This time, she broke out of my hold, and I took steps back, destroying our proximity. “You're a hell of a liar. A bloody trickster. But I don't understand why you chose me in your game of manipulation and lies. Why did you have to put me in this mess?!“ ”Hara…“ “Don't say a word. I'm not done talking,“ she hushed me with her hand.

How could I not give in a little to this sweet woman. "Okay. I'll try but I'm not a push over Rose and I won't take his shit for much longer." She laughed and then turned back to the breakfast. I knew she cared for Damion like he was her own. Hell she probably thought of all of us that way. But Damion was her special guy and I think he had a soft spot for her to. He had once offered to hire some help for her and she insisted she was very capable of taking care of us all but would let him know when she needed help. "Kaydence." His deep voice came from behind me making me jump a little. I turned to find him right behind me so close that I almost spilled coffee on him when I turned.

She entered the room showing she has the upper hand, which made men want to bow down to her feet. With every step she takes it echoes, and every smile she gives makes them electrified. She was a queen after all but only one man can tame her. Would he succeed or would he also fail like the men who are already under her feet? Laila I redirected my attention towards the dance floor where many men and women mingle with one another. A pristine man with a champagne glass in one hand and the other a microphone, "Can I have your attention for a minute?"

"Sure you're not a gold digger but you used affection to make me buy those things. You're a sugar baby." "I am NOT a sugar baby." She glares at me while saying the words one by one. "Take them back to the closet, or wherever they were before. I'm keeping you as my sugar baby. So you can keep your stuff.” She marches towards me then stops right before her chest hits mine, "First you called me a gold digger, now a sugar baby?" "Yes. I don't want to see any of these by tomorrow morning. Put them back, Eve." "I don't want to."

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I'll be back with the second series. There would be another part and I intend to make the title return if the mafia queen... Although it depends on my editor, if she offers me the contract or not 😊, I love you all you remain my family now and forever... I thank you for the love you had showed my book from the beginning until this very moment, it means the most to me , if I made any mistake or errors please do pardon me... I hope you all understand, I'm still learning and acquiring knowledge never ends. I'll try to give you what you want in the next book, she'll be back and ruthless... There will be lots of sex scenes as well so if you do not like it then don't bother about the second part o

"Do you want the details of how I fucked my sugar baby yesterday? To make sure I’m reaaaally not gay?” “No thank you, I’m gonna change into that pastel bra now bye bye.”