Sugar Sans Novels & Stories

Marco said again, making Letta shake her head. "I want cotton candy," Letta said, making Marco look at her in disbelief. "Come on, where can we get something sweet like that? Besides, you shouldn't eat foods with a lot of sugar. It's better to have some other healthy snacks like whole-grain biscuits or fruits. If you want, I can pull over and find something for you," Marco said, making Letta shake her head again.

he said sliding his finger down the menu as he stopped me again from leaving " I'm not done yet , In your professional opinion , which one of these is best for a sports athlete like me ?" " They are deserts " I deadpanned " We don't serve sugar free deserts currently , you can leave a suggestion on our app in the store if you want sugar free sweets " " I expected more from a professional like you " he said shaking his head in mock disappointment " and damn you don't serve sugar free , that's not good " " Terribly sorry for the inconvenience , you can leave a suggestion like I just told you " I replied him dryly , since he was wasting my time when I could be doing much more important things t

I like pure because that's where I enjoy milk. Now I looked for the sugar and there were three containers there that looked the same. First I took the one closest to me and smelled it but I couldn't smell anything, but its texture was different because it wasn't refined like sugar. It's like Betsin. So I put it back and covered it. I followed the second one and smelled it. I can't quite predict the smell. It's refined so I tasted it first and winced because it was salty. It's salt. I followed the third one and smelled him. I immediately inhaled the sweet smell that was familiar to me. I smiled. It's just too much sugar to make it harder to search. And I'm sure about the smell because I memor

I am sorry but I can't eat this. " Why? I swear, I know how to make it, mom has taught me. I swear, nothing will happen to you. It is safe to eat this. " " I am not eating anything sweet." " Why?" " Just like that... I am avoiding sugar. Sorry, can't try it. " " At least, try a bite of it. " I said. " Sorry, Mahi! Why don't you have it? " " But I made it for you. "

" I looked back to face him. "I have money. More than anyone can imagine. I own a house in Italy, Birmingham, Sweden, New York, California, and in about a few days here. I sold my last one. So I don't want to hear what you have and what makes you rich. I want to know what separates you from half those other rich idiots out there." He was taken back. "You have a bad attitude which probably explains why you're here with that phony. You have nothing special that every other female here doesn't have. So maybe you should be telling me what's so great about you." I walked a few inches towards him so now we were eye to eye. "I am Sugar, that's what's great about me." It was like something clicked i

So many tried to get my attention but I did not give them time of the day. Then, one morning, I saw you from my office, going to school, and for the first time in years, I felt alive. It was love at first sight for me, Tanya but you were way younger than me so the only thing I could do was propose to be your sugar daddy. I drew up a contract and had you invited into my office. I offered you a black card and was also ready to pay you daily. The only condition was for you to be my sugar baby for Three years.

The cake shop prepared different types of cupcakes as examples and Emma asked Jazlyn to choose. "It's just a cupcake, Jazlyn. And I don't think there are so many variants," Emma said casually looking at the rows of cupcakes that were made. "I really can get fat like this," Jazlyn mumbled softly. "Of course not. It's very low in sugar. Try it," said Emma who had brought Jazlyn closer to the row of cupcakes on the table. Jazlyn had already sighed and was starting to stare at all the very tempting looking cupcakes on the table. "Okay. Let's try."

Then I sat back and relax in the open-air patio. Damn! This is heaven, I've been waiting for this moment since this morning. I slowly draw my cigar and enjoy the fine taste of the tobacco. My brain was busy thinking what did I get myself into. This sugar baby thing was definitely not my style. But I got to save my brother's ass. Me and my morals...Damn!

Purple said, her tone sweet and sharp as glass. “Get him to sign those papers. When you do, I’ll believe you’re the one he wants.”

Every breath I take is filled with his scent. Sable won't stop whining. Look at him. Please. Just once. I can't. Because if I look at him, I'll break. And I can't afford to break.