Sugar Style Novels & Stories

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!

“Didn’t you say you also disliked tea?” “No, I…”Mykhol laughs, caught off guard. “No, Ana, you’re not wrong, I don’t.” “Then,” I continue, “Naska will.” I return, locating the jar of sugar.“And, how much cream and sugar would you like, Naska?” I pause, waiting. “I…? Sugar?” Naska looks over to Mykhol, lost. her cheeks growing red. “Ana,” Mykhol only shakes his head again.“Have you suddenly forgotten? Sugar is a luxury.” Mykhol sighs, looking back at the sweets. “Naska wouldn’t know how much, let alone, have a preference.”

Chelsea asked hesitantly. "Of course, why wait? It's time for you to turn a new page with a new job. How much is your salary at this café, anyway?" "But I'm not ready to spend the night with a man." "Yeah, I know that, but I'm sure you can start with the initial steps. Olive once told me that being a sugar baby doesn't necessarily mean going straight to a room and servicing the man who hires you. In the beginning, you can accompany him for meals or outings, chat with him, or even go karaoke. Don't jump to the core of the matter right away if you're not ready, but if you're looking for something bigger, you'll naturally have to spend the night."

“I can do sweet.” “Really?” The thunder from the last lighting finally rumbled. The storm was still several miles away. “Give me a sample of sweet.” “Sugar,” he said in a dark, silky voice. He wasn’t even looking at her. With nothing but his voice, he was melting her bones. If she didn’t get him up to her room— “Maple syrup.” Shannon blinked. “Huh?” “Honey. You wanted sweet, I’m giving you sweet. Chocolate cake.

As he became more invested in the sugar, it somehow reminded him of Elsie. She was everything he ever wanted in a woman—beautiful, kind, and hardworking. Yet, he could not have her, just like the cube of sugar. His life was empty of sweetness, of her sweetness. Aiden had suffered from type 2 diabetes since a young age and had to be placed on a strict diet. Like the sugar, he had been avoiding her all week. It was safer that way. He crushed the cube between his fingers and threw it into the ashtray. Wiping his fingers, he smoothed out his grey tie with a frosty look in his eyes. It was almost time for his next meeting.

She picked up her ice cream spoon with a mischievous grin. “I think we established that stripping isn’t for me,” I let out a soft chuckle. “Oh, don’t worry, you’re not working. We’re having a party; drinks are free. You should come since you’re home with me now. What do you say?" Her persuasive tone was back—the same tone that led my life to this point. Who knew if I said yes again, it could lead me somewhere better than Damian’s arms. “Let’s do it!” **************** The club was alive and so fucking vibrant with pulsating music that I could feel through my chest.

She grinned, mixing altogether as Zeke stared like she'd grown another pair of heads. But what he did not know was that she was addicted to sugar. Two, she gets hyper whenever she tastes sugar and... Lastly, it was going to be fun… Thank you for reading ♥

"You're honestly such a weirdo, so many great options and you choose water." "I need to stay healthy; all of this junk food is not good." I shrugged. "Okay let's make a deal. Drink this bottle of fizzy cooldrink and then I'll marry you." She demanded and handed me a bottle of Coca-Cola. "That's 11 teaspoons of sugar!" "I will accept your marriage proposal, how are you considering drinking it or not?" "Fine, fine. I'll do it." I sighed and took a sip. It was so sweet and I could taste diabetes coming along.

She kept the files and bag on the table and walked out of her office to prepare some milky coffee for her boss. He's not the type who drinks zero sugar coffee or leaves it black. Beatrice added the warm milk to a tall, thick glass where she poured the brewed coffee. The mixture of the coffee and milk formed a layer of foam at the top of the glass. After she added two cubes of sugar to sweeten her boss's coffee just the way he liked it. She quickly made hers too, which was a bit creamier than her boss's own giving it a light brown color with no sugar because she believed sugary things will make her lose the perfect body shape she was maintaining.

James smirked. Footsteps suddenly sounded, followed by the waft of something sweet, lilac and vanilla in the air, both catching his attention. James stiffened and quieted, his ears twitching, his mouth watering. Absolute hunger bathed him, his stomach twisting. Good God, the woman smells divine. Must…taste…the woman…he needs her… like how he needs air to breathe... The desire and fervor did not spring from his mind, but from deep inside him. An impulse, a need. Primitive desire.