Sugar Rush Regular Show Novels & Stories

" I inquire. Sugar gets a nudge from Honey, who laughs. "He's really funny, isn't he?" We're all dancers." I nod and slam the rest of my drink down in one swallow. I should have ordered a double, damn it. “Woo-hoo!" screams Sugar. "You threw that back in one gulp, that's the spirit." Someone is getting ready to party! ” I look around the room and notice that each of my colleagues is surrounded by one or more women, all of whom are stunning, but my thoughts are on Aliyah, not Honey and Sugar.

I just feel like I want to die. "Sugar baby Mallory, hah," Cassandra passes by our table and swipes her long ginger-red hairs in my face in perfect sync with her biting remark. "What's wrong with you?" I catch her by her wrist and stop her. "Why do you feel the need to do this?" "I don't feel a need. It's just funny," Cassandra shrugs and pulls herself out of my grip. "And don't touch me, please. I don't want to catch something."

On day five, the diabetic teenager—seventeen-year-old Marcus (not Hart, just coincidence)—started showing signs of insulin depletion. Sarah's brother examined him. "His blood sugar is spiking. We have maybe three days of insulin left at current dosage. After that..." "After that he goes into diabetic ketoacidosis and dies," Maya finished. "Yes. Unless we reduce his dosage now, stretch the supply longer." "Which gives him more days but makes him sicker sooner." "It's a losing game either way." The teenager's mother grabbed Maya's arm. "Please. The pharmacy five blocks from here—if we could get there—"

My eyes land on Mia's dress made of crystals and I can't help but notice the way she pulls the attention of everyone in the room. "Guys," Violet squeals. "The main thing is about to start and we need to get to our seats now." "Catch you later lady Rosie." Amara smiles. "This is messed up." Mr Sylvester says through clenched teeth, I roll my eyes. One of the guards show us to our seats. Mr Sylvester pulls out a seat for me and I smile. The party continues and it's time for the birthday show stopper. Wine spills on me and I jolt up.

I was hard again down there. Damn! "The money, it's too much. I don't need it anymore. The Russian was paid, I was supposed to be done with this sugar thing. But you're too fucking sexy to resist." I grab her neck and pulled her back for the kiss, she peeled her lips from mine moments later.

Sugary Goodness "That's not how it is supposed to work Mr. McCain. Yes... I know you had paid a large amount of money. Yes... but our girl is still free to decide. It is quite clear on the agreement sir. Let's see, how about if I set you up with a more suitable girl for you? I'm really sorry about this. Why don't you take Jaquelyn to dinner first, anyplace of your choosing all expenses are on us, as a token of our apology. Then if you deemed appropriate, she will replace your previous one? And I will take care of everything personally. Yes sir, I understand. I will set it up with Jaquelyn tonight. Thank you, sir." Damn billionaires! I finally ended his call. Mr. McCain was one of our top pay

"Where's my sugar, sugar, sugar baby?! Sugar, sugar, sugar, give it all to me! Don't care if you have anotha Kiss me like your real lova! Sugar, sugar, sugar I wanna bathe in your love Deceive me Make me think I'm the only one! Suuugar! Lie to me! Lie to me! Make me feel loved Otherwise. if. I. find. out Your Lova find you missing!" The lunch lady's seductive dancing drew in a small crowd of laughers. "That was Pop Sic's Sugar-Like Addiction. That was unfair of me. Sorry. But thank you Lunch lady-san for your performance."

"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."

Damn, I’m a walking hard on around this girl and cold showers are only going to work for a short time. They get done dancing and come back to the table. The band announces they are taking a break. Merigold tells Speed that the band is going to be busy with greeting people, signing merch and taking donations she won’t be able to introduce her to them yet. She also tells Speed that her and Ratchet are coming back to the club for the after party and can meet the band then. Speed looks less than enthused but agrees.

Her voice was soft, but her eyes were full of disgust. I tilted my head and gave her a bright smile. Then, I knocked on the table and called out, "Waiter, bring me a bottle of Rémy Martin!" Albert glared at me immediately and questioned, "Can you even handle something that strong?" "I'll take it home for my dad to try if I can't finish it." I grinned widely. His hands clenched into a fist, but with so many people watching, he could only force a fake smile. "As long as it doesn't go to waste."