Sugar Rush Novel Novels & Stories

Chapter 21 * Marvy's Pov * I groaned lazily as I stretched my arms, trying to fight back sleeping. I jumped up immediately I remembered I would be having a test soon. Oh gawd, I'm dead. I didn't read a thing. I rushed to my bag pack that was lying helplessly on the floor. I brought out my books hurriedly and tried cramming as much stuffs I can into my head. ***

“I can do sweet.” “Really?” The thunder from the last lighting finally rumbled. The storm was still several miles away. “Give me a sample of sweet.” “Sugar,” he said in a dark, silky voice. He wasn’t even looking at her. With nothing but his voice, he was melting her bones. If she didn’t get him up to her room— “Maple syrup.” Shannon blinked. “Huh?” “Honey. You wanted sweet, I’m giving you sweet. Chocolate cake.

So basically, the places in this book are made up even though the book is nothing like fantasy, it's just your average billionaire erotic BDSM romance involving a Billionaire, obviously and a naive little do gooder woman who thought she was all that, so don't go looking for my made up places okay sweeties? Okay that's done! Get ready for a slow burn and watch Rachel Rivers lose her head. Let's get into this story that I am so glad to share!!

Book 2 Is another standalone novel that also introduces new plot and characters while still maintaining The Billionaire's Contract marriage series. ************ With my aunt’s medical bills piling up, I can’t afford to say no to this payday: pretend to be a mob prince’s fiancée, plan a fake wedding, and keep my emotions out of it. Simple, right? The only hitch? I’m falling for him.

Chapter Nine Rosaline's POV: I open the pot of steaming noodles and a smile crawls to my face. From where I stand, I can perceive the pepper. Perfect. Thunder rumbles outside and more spears fall on the roof making the night ever so surreal. I walk out of the kitchen to find a drenched Mr Sylvester walking in. Didn't he go out with his car? I give a little bow and walk to the couch where my laptop sits. The spice and the hot food is a little bit too much but that's how I like it.

Instead, it was a text from an unsaved number, though she knew exactly who it was. “Still thinking about my taste?” Sloane gasped, her grip tightening on the phone. Her heart hammered against her ribs, and a sudden, traitorous heat flooded her pelvis. She wanted to block the number, to scream, to throw the phone across the room. Instead, she stared at the screen for five minutes, her breathing becoming shallow. She didn't reply, but the seed of craving had been planted. That evening, the mandatory league mixer arrived. It was a high-end event designed for networking, filled with wealthy donors and arrogant executives. Sloane hated these things, but she had no choice. She wore a sharp, tailor

CHAPTER FIFTY THREE: SOUR CANDY NOVA POV Later the following day, when my roommates finally got distracted with their own drama, I crept back to the bed, curiosity buzzing like bees under my skin. I had shoved the other boxes aside the previous, but now the temptation was too loud to ignore. I started with the smallest one. A pink and white wrap, ribbon curled tight. My fingers tore it open, heartbeat skittering with every pull. Inside— My eyes widened. My lips parted.

She's ours now—no more fighting. I nestled between them, sated but already craving more. The manor felt smaller, charged with possibility. Breakfast the next morning was electric; their hands on me under the table, eyes promising endless nights. But as Mum's return loomed, the real game began—keeping our triad hidden while indulging every filthy whim.

“Even with chips! The sweetness hits first, then that little kick… it’s like my mouth is dancing!” I laughed, watching her with sparkling eyes. “I know, right?” We kept eating like that — crossing arms, feeding each other chips dipped in the hot sauce, laughing every time one of us made a funny face from the spice. It felt so silly and sweet at the same time. For a few minutes, the whole world outside my room disappeared. It was just us, the crunchy chips, the addictive sauce, and the warmth of being close to each other. We had just finished the last few chips when Nyla suddenly started fanning her mouth with her hand, tongue sticking out slightly as she tried to cool it down.

I could only hear the whizz whoss of the pouring rain. I want to laugh at myself. My heart is bleeding and yet, I was able to be curious about other people's stuff. This is how it is when you're a gossiper. Curiosity never goes away even with you have problems. I felt my head and eyes suddenly grow bigger when I saw the tall man who looked like the leader of the group suddenly dig out the couple's heart with his hands. I almost felt nauseous when I saw the hearts of my neighbors still beating. But what's even more disgusting is when the man suddenly ate the hearts. I couldn't stand it anymore so I vomits. But apparently, the man felt my presence so he suddenly turned his eyes to the gate whe