Novel & Cerita Sugar Sans

I could do whatever I want and still have great food to eat and a comfortable bed to sleep with. Why did I ever want to quit as Alexander’s sugar baby? “Are you… making me your sugar baby again?” I asked. He arched his brow then he scoffed. “Why? Now that you see what I can give you,” he extended his arms to emphasize all the things he had shown me, “You want to crawl back into my arms?” “What? No–“ “Or do you miss my cock now?” “No!” I cried out quickly, to which he responded in a sneer.

"No, of course not. I didn't think you were like that, Tera. I was just asking because I know not everyone drinks coffee with sugar." "I see. Let's find some sugar here..." Tera replied without turning to look at Vivia. She opened the same storage cabinet and found various types of sugar in different jars: granulated sugar, sugar cubes, powdered palm sugar, and sugar-free sweeteners. Tera brought them all and presented them to Vivia. "Choose as per your preference," Tera offered. "Thank you, you are so kind." The sweet girl, Vivia, opted for powdered palm sugar to add to her black coffee. She happily hummed while separating the powdered palm sugar jar from the lineup of sugars Tera had provi

"You’re seriously buying that?" Cass asked, his nose wrinkling as he dropped his cherry soda onto the counter. Luke didn't even look up from the refrigerator case. He was currently staring down a bottle of green sludge that looked like it had been squeezed out of a swamp. "It’s got thirty grams of protein and zero sugar, Cass. It’s functional." "It’s offensive," Cass countered, sighing as he leaned against the glass door. Luke was always like this—clean fuel, high performance, never a single slip in his diet during the season.

“Go with the Nature’s Finest . That’s the better choice of the two.” “But it’s £2 more expensive!” “It also has 10g less sugar per 100g than the other one.” She pouts and reluctantly replaces the cheaper one. “A little bit of sugar isn’t that bad.” “Tell that to my patients,” I chuckle. “What do you need this for?” My eyes widen when I see her overflowing basket on the floor beside her. She laughs at my reaction. “I just wanted to get a few supplies to bake some treats for Christmas. I’m sure Muna is sick of eating my scones by now.”

Because beneath the arrogance and impossible standards… I knew what he was trying to teach me. And somehow that made it harder to stay angry. “I understand.” For a moment, neither of us spoke. Then unexpectedly— “One sugar isn’t terrible,” he admitted calmly before taking another sip. I stared at him suspiciously. “You just said—” “It’s still wrong.” There he was again. I rolled my eyes immediately. “You enjoy this far too much.” A faint smirk appeared on his face. Tiny. Brief. But real. And annoyingly enough—

“Bring me… uh… three large fries and a strawberry milkshake, peasants!” Sugar laughed so hard she nearly choked on her soda. “Oh honey, no. That’s hangry sass, not royal sass.” That’s when Prince Leon appeared, barefoot and looking entirely too good for midnight. He pressed a kiss to Sugar’s cheek like it was the most natural thing in the world. I rolled my eyes so hard I thought they’d pop out of my skull. Of course, Mr. Royal Broody himself had to show up just as Sugar was making me look like an idiot.

Probably. He takes jam from the container and spreads a questionable amount on it. "How does that taste in your mouth?" I ask when he takes a bite. "Hmm?" "All that.... Sugar..." "Good." I shiver and shake my head. "I could never." "It tastes just like spice to you. You love spice don't you?" "Spice is way better than sugar."" "No it's not. Sugar is..." He exhales. "God!" I burst out laughing and I snort. My hands fly to my mouth and Alaric bursts out in full blown laughter.

Noelle slipped her hand into mine, and I held it tightly without thinking. Chelsea’s face froze. Noelle picked up the can of prenatal milk powder I had been looking at and examined the ingredient list. “This brand will not work. It contains hidden sugars. My blood sugar has been a bit high, and this will strain my kidneys.” She put it back, chose a sugar‑free brand, and placed it in the cart. She leaned closer and whispered, “What do you want to eat tonight? I will have the housekeeper prepare the soup early.” Chelsea stared at Noelle’s arm linked with mine. Her eyes narrowed, and the rest of her words died in her throat.

asked Linda as she looked at the food Kent had just poured into a bowl. "I'm done making it." Kent pointed at the chocolate oatmeal porridge, complete with chia seeds and banana on the side. The smell of soy milk mixed with chocolate powder instantly made Jane's empty stomach rumble, so the young waitress' cheeks bulged with embarrassment. Linda, who was next to Jane, elbowed the girl while covering her lips, which were almost laughing. "Would you like me to make some for you too, Jane?" offered Kent, to which Jane gave a quick shake.

Honey and Gerald were not going to the Bahamas, but to the so-called popular elite party that Gerald had been raving about for months, and now that they had been personally invited by one of his business partners, he had decided to invite his girlfriend. He smirked as he watched as the host of the party glided down the stairs to his girlfriend, tied up-half naked and drugged up with the red substance the rich and powerful had been talking about, and yes, he did feel like he was on cloud nine. This "red happy pill" was a new product on the market. One of the masked females dressed beside him in an unusual vampire costume licked his ears and murmured sweet nothing. Gerald moaned as he forgot a