Sugar Style Novels & Stories

Latifah rolled her eyes and scoffed. “I don’t need words. I’m sugar. They get attracted and I can’t help it when someone wants some sugar.” “You are gross,” Latifah said, laughing.

He settled both of his arms on the back rest of the seat. “Drink before you dance, I want you drunk while you dance naked for me,” Sugar hid her surprise. She didn't expect that. If this man wanted her drunk, then he had something in mind. She knew men well, so it was easy for Sugar to read their actions. If he wanted her drunk, maybe he was finally going to f*ck her. Maybe he was just looking for an opportunity. As the song goes, when there's alcohol, there's a plan. And she believed it because of her experiences.

I left my boxer briefs on as the last measure of external control. Just as Tove was raising up on his hands and knees and angling back towards the jar of honey, I stepped forward on the far side. "Hand me the powdered sugar, would you?" I asked. He did, then went back for his honey jar. He slid his finger through the thick amber liquid. Gathered more of the sugar up and then wrote on her belly. MINE. Fuck right she was ours. I sprinkled powdered sugar over the sloppy letters. I wanted so badly to eat her pussy, but knowing Thane had just been there without a condom had me biting back the snarls of outrage. I would be denied my favorite flavor. But Cheeks' skin would do well enough.

I gently stirred the sugar cube into my cup, watching as fine lines appeared on the surface, and my mood gradually became more peaceful. "Claude, I asked you to meet me to discuss the matter of rejection. I think I've made myself clear, I don't want anything else, just your agreement." I took a sip of the coffee, and with the added sugar, it no longer tasted bitter. It had a creamy sweetness, along with the rich aroma of coffee. The smooth texture tempted me to take another sip, confirming that it was indeed delicious.

“Since we will be having tea together, I thought of baking some cupcakes.” “None of us eat sugar here,” Maria interrupted with a stern face. It was evident that, regardless of how I presented myself, she was focused on damaging my reputation. I wouldn’t let that happen. I smiled. “Of course, I know that. That’s why there’s no sugar in these cupcakes. The blueberry flavor adds a little sweet taste to it, that’s all.” “It smells good. I don’t think a little sugar will make me fat,” Calista pointed at her figure, and the others laughed.

He commented, his eyes taking in the interior of the house. “The designer of this mansion was very creative. It has both medieval and modern architectural features.” I didn’t want to talk about Dario’s mansion, so I switched discussions. “You do love chips?” “I see it as a cure to good taste buds.” “I thought having chocolate melt down your throat is a cure for good taste buds.” “Seriously, does sweeten candy? Come on, Isla.” He threw his hands up in the air. “Those things just increase your blood sugar.”

Because according to Drey, make it till you're certain it tastes right, even if it's just a simple cup of coffee with two sugar and no cream. "Good morning, Honey," I greet my fake husband slash sugar daddy slash employer the moment I see him going down the stairs. As expected, he's dressed in another tailor-made suit with his light brown hair styled exactly the same as last night. His stubbles are still there making him look effortlessly sexy. "Morning B," he finally replies me when he's in front of me, leaning in for a kiss. It was awkward for a moment, because I'm supposed to just give him a kiss when he's at the door, not now.

What choice did he have when he loved her the most? “What’s your idea for the package design?” he asked. “There are going to be pictures of a baby holding some sugar on the can and the can itself is going to be shaped in the same way. I’ve thought of the slogan. It goes like this, ‘Do you want to have a sugar baby like Cedric? All you have to do is…’” He pinched her chin and closed his lips on hers before she could finish. Maia’s groans sounded so much like weeping that it looked like she was begging for him to let her go.

Gregor was seated stiffly on a velvet chair, sipping wine like he was trying to drown his dignity in it. Sugar ignored them. “Dramatic entrance!” she shouted again, throwing her arms wide like a Broadway producer. “Chin up! Eyes half-lidded! Pretend you smell something disgusting, like…cheap perfume.” I narrowed my eyes at her. “You mean like the one you wore at dinner? The one that made the dog sneeze?” Leon choked on a laugh. Gregor coughed into his glass to hide his smile. Sugar gasped, clutching her pearls dramatically. “Blasphemy! This is imported from Paris!”

"Yeah, we know. We never heard the song of Bryan's team in Sugar's albums, but the style and the melody seemed like Sugar's. It's a great song." Liana caught the point. "Sugar?" "Yes, her! The most mysterious and legendary composer. Every song she wrote was classic, and she only wrote the songs for the moguls in the entertainment industry. She had only written a few songs, but they were all the best." Liana heard the student's explanation, and a thrilled smile revealed on her face. She thanked the two students with pleasure and turned to leave. Attracted by Liana's pretty face, the two students did not think of why Liana would ask about that.