Sugar Rush Rancis Fluggerbutter Novels & Stories

Amber hair, small face, large eyes, and that sensuous lips. His sugar baby that got away. “Tch. You’re a trouble maker, Ann.”

[ I swear I can never get enough of this toothpaste ice cream 🥹 I'm becoming you now 🥹🥹 ] I send him another text right after getting my snacks, smiling to myself seeing the picture I attach to the text- this tub of toothpaste ice cream. My favorite ice cream flavor has always been salted caramel but three weeks ago, I decided to try Luca’s favorite which is the mint chocolate chip. I did try it for the first time last year when we shared our favorite ice cream flavor but I hated it, claiming it tasted like toothpaste instead of a dessert that’s supposed to be sweet. And here I am, a year later, braving through this cold weather to get a tub of toothpaste ice cream. "Yeah we're definitely

He could visualize Tess grinning ear to ear when she discovers her ‘new’ son also loved to indulge in her hobbies. Luuk reluctantly lifted his life and fork. He cut a small part of the pancake drowning in honey, bile threatened to spill out of his throat from how sugary it looked. A spoon of diabetes he thought. He brought the fork close to his lips and under Ruben’s pressuring gaze, he took a bite. Without chewing, the natural sweet taste of honey and artificial sweet taste of the sugar in the pancake invaded his taste buds. Sending an electrifying sensation up his brain.

"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 CafŽ. "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."

Why is he being so rude and mean? I wondered to myself when the ice cream woman asked for our names." Lia on the chocolate, Rick on the Butterscotch, Roseanna on the bluebaerry and-" Before I could say he screamed. "It's fucking Ruby not Roseanna!" he said when he started to look around. "And Kashton on mint." I slowly said ss everyone became silent.

Past “I promise you’ll like this! Do you really think I’d give you something you won’t like?” River flashes me an innocent smile as he holds out a tart-like food, but the crust is pink and the cream is yellow. To my eleven year old brain who’s never seen such a thing, it looks like an alien’s food. But because I trusted River the most, I took it from him and slowly but surely, took a bite. Suddenly, there’s an explosion of flavors in my mouth. I taste vanilla, but mostly something sweet like a fruit, maybe a berry? But I can’t pinpoint it. It’s so good though that I devour the tiny thing in seconds.

“… thanks.” “So, what do you want to eat?” She pursed her lips, contemplating her options, then her eyes lit up. “There's a drive-thru fifteen minutes away,” she beamed. “They've got just the perfect sugar rush I need right now.” He raised an eyebrow, skeptical. “And what's that?” “Caramel milkshake and one of those ridiculous double-fried churro bites,” Anna grinned. Jason shot her a look. “Aren’t doctors supposed to eat healthy?”

Steam rose off of it, wafting to my nose. Honey. Lemon. Some brown sugar and ginger, I thought. I took a careful sip. Would I know the taste if they’d put something in it to drug me? I swallowed and winced. It was very sweet. “Sugar helps with shock,” Rig said with a grin. “I… thank you,” I said, uncertain if I was directing it at him or Mack, or Charlie who was still standing there, like he was waiting for me to grill him. Jack had sprawled in a thick chair at the narrow end of the coffee table, grinning at all of us like this was a funny television show to watch.

Though Marcus was not fond of fruits, he was gushing about each flavor he tasted. The glaces had a custard base, giving the ice cream a richer texture and more complex flavor than she was used to. She knew chocolate from France would be better, but was surprised that the regular pistachio flavor seemed elevated as well, so Regina decided she loved the French ice cream better than the American version. Marcus had a sugar crash as soon as they finished the tour of the facility, so they had to go home and let him rest.

All you had to do to make it was butter bread and pour cake sprinkles all over it so every inch was covered. Lucas got to work on the fairy toast and soon had four triangles on a plate. It looked like a sickly mess to him, but he was sure that Flynn would like it. He buttered toast for himself and brought the plates to the table. Flynn put down the glass of orange juice in favour of eating the fairy bread. Lucas watched him eat with an indulgent smile on his face. He could get used to mornings like this. “I know I love sweet things, however I don’t think I could eat anymore,” Flynn concluded after finishing the plate.