Sugar Style Novels & Stories

My eyes became wide enough as they stare at him. He grabbed the back of my hair while trying to move me to a better position. A position where he could finish what he started. His mouth held on to mine for as long it could. Not only was hot but the lad was a terrific kisser. I wasn't thinking straight in that fleeting moment. The sweetness of what he was doing made me lose control of myself, I quickly moved down one of my hands and grabbed the side of his waist whereas, my other hand circled his neck and tried to press him even closer to my mouth.

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

I was stunned with everything—the intimacy of what Aidan was doing so casually, and how weirdly perfect our date was—and I found it difficult to process my words. Clearing my throat, I managed to say something. “I’ve gotten homesick, so I decided to add one of my mom’s Caribbean cake recipes to the list of snacks we’re putting on display at the diner next month. I need a specific brand of sugar that only my supplier at the edge of the pack has, and he’s down to his last few bags, so I have to get them before anyone else does.” Aidan’s features softened, lines of wrinkles appearing on his forehead.

"It’s 8:29. Technically, I’m early." He picked up the cup, took a sip, and immediately winced. "Ugh! Do you want to kill me? Why is there so much sugar in this?" "You didn't specify how you liked it," I said, folding my arms. "I made it the normal way." "Normal?" He scoffed, setting the cup down with a thud. "Or are you trying to induce a diabetic coma to get out of work?" "I wouldn't waste the sugar on you, sir."

Aurelia I prepare the apartment with the same meticulous care I apply to high-stakes negotiations. Each element has purpose, a carefully curated atmosphere designed to relax and invite confidence. The lights are set low but not dim enough to hide anything—just enough to soften edges and deflect harsh scrutiny. The space is immaculate, yet holds the casual warmth of someone who lives there, creating an inviting ambiance. A bottle of wine breathes on the counter, the aroma mingling with the faint scent of fresh flowers I picked earlier, enhancing the illusion of effortless elegance.

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

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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."

"It doesn't look like it's sweet, can you put some sugar in the coffee, okay?" "I dropped two tablespoons of sugar. I don't think you like sweet coffee." Cindy wondered. "Yes. I like sweet coffee." Maya turned to Mike. "Remember, I drink coffee with a lot of sugar." "I remember you drinking low-sugar coffee, right?" Mike said it made Maya freeze. She just wanted to torture Cindy to relieve her anger. "That was before, now, I prefer sweet coffee." "Let me do it for you." Mike knew that Maya was intentionally annoying Cindy.