Sugar Rush Novel Novels & Stories

That's what I wanted to do while my vision was shut. A two-hour short trip to our mansion could be long enough! Like fresh air in the morning, my nostrils tickled as my imagination inhaled an early sunrise away from the crowded city, away from the polluted air but near the field where some fresh fruit trees were being harvested. Their luscious scents assaulted my nose making my stomach grumble. My curiosity hit me while my eyes were still shut. I let the flashback lead the way... ...to my innocent past. ...to the first time that I met him.

All of you are part of my growing and learning process, and I have no words to express my gratitude for your presence in my life. That's why I decided to add a couple of bonus chapters for all of you that enjoyed this love story. One more chance to get engrossed with Elizabeth and Henry… And also, I wanted to introduce you to a new story that will soon be available on GoodNovel. 'Rise of the Phoenix' will be focused on Sarah as a character that never got too much attention but deserved it so very much since her life story is anything but usual. Stick around to find out what destiny has up her sleeve for Sarah.

She chose a table in the farthest corner by the window, a place where she could see the world without being seen by many people. A young server approached her warmly. "Good afternoon, Miss. Would you like to order something?" "One cold strawberry juice and a slice of classic cheesecake," Aurora answered faintly. After the server left, Aurora exhaled a long, heavy breath. She took out her phone, trying to find an escape. She entered her favorite online novel app, her fingers moving nimbly searching for a title by the author who could always dive into the depths of her heart: **Lady-Noir**.

Surely they wouldn’t fawn and scream over me, but they would surely want a taste and I was curious to see how these so-called “High Value Men '' would treat a beautiful lady that they desired but couldn’t have. It was, at least for me, going to be a fun experiment. After about forty minutes on the road, we arrived in uptown New Jersey and because it was already dark, I wasn’t really sure which neighbourhood we were in but I could tell that it was one of the fancy ones for folks who dipped their shrimps in gold while drinking champagne from chalices engraved with diamonds; you know, the pompous pricks of the world who were born into money! After we got out of the car, I was astounded by the m

" Well... It's really obvious... " " If you say so... " he sighed... " So which book are you working on now? " " It's titled, Purchased... About a girl who was bought at a very high price by a drug Lord. She became like a slave to him. He used her as a means of transportation for his drugs... This continued successfully until when all of a sudden the drugs that were put in her bursted and so she became very uncomfortable. She held her discomfort for some hours but when she couldn't bear it anymore. She searched for a restroom around but just before she found one... She collided with someone and fainted... And that's when her story began... "

I did not expect it, but this actually feels good. Really good! The woman I am naked to, Rubina, is assigned to give me a spa and massage. I first wondered if we had to go to some massage parlour, but I forgot that my Sugar Daddy has a built-in spa in his mansion. How typical is that? Calling him as my Sugar Daddy sounds weird though. Even in my thoughts. I would prefer Dhruv. Or boyfrien–no way! He is not my boyfriend. This relationship is as good as the contract. Once it ends, this ends too.

"I had to grab Ransom's truck because they were blocking me in, I hoped you would recognize me." "Took me a sec." "Brought you this too." Ransom hands over a lemonade from The Café. "Dude, I'm gonna gain so much weight from this shit. I used to never eat or drink sugar, and then I moved here." "Sugar is its own food group in Laurel Springs," he laughs. I close my eyes, enjoying the hit of energy I know it'll give. It's desperately needed. The last almost twenty-four hours have been rough. "Thank you, I'm just going to keep saying it."

I bit on the bottom of my pen. "But it's Belgium chocolate looks super expensive. It's from that guy Jake Rush." She said in awe reading the card. "Jake Rush ?" I tried to remember but It didn't ring a bell. "Jake Rush, he was your client. The guy who was being sued by his publishing company for copyright and whatever." She explained. "Oh Jake Rush the writer." I let out a laugh. "Don't be silly, he seemed nice and his book Not waving but drowning is one of a kind." She said proudly. Of course, I remembered Jake Rush, he was a sweet heart, who reminded me of Ed Sheeran because of his red hair.

She dug the novel out from beneath a stack of correspondence she'd been using to bury it, dust gathering faintly along its spine, and sat with it open in her lap for the first time in nearly two weeks. *The Villainess's Ruin.* She'd read it once, in her old life, curled up with tea gone cold beside her, treating it as nothing more than pleasant escapism before bed. She read it now with an entirely different kind of attention, searching each page for anything she might have skimmed past the first time, anything that might connect, however loosely, to a name like Renshaw.

Candy and Sugar stepped in right behind me, already smiling like predators. Candy was pure p**n-star perfection with platinum blonde, fake DD tits barely contained in a tiny silver bikini top, tiny waist, and an ass so round and firm it made my mouth water. Sugar was the perfect contrast with caramel skin, long dark hair, natural heavy tits, and a fat, juicy ass that jiggled with every step. Both of them were barely dressed, bodies glistening with oil and glitter. “You’ve been staring at us all night, Drew,” Candy purred, pushing me back onto the couch with both hands on my chest. “Time to stop looking and start feeling.”