Sugar Style の小説・ストーリー

“I'm serious.” “Then I guess we'll have to change that. Ice cream next” he said. “Won't that be too much sugar” I raised my brows in surprise as I looked at him. “Don't tell me you're scared of a little sugar” he teased, his eyes glinting with amusement and something else that I couldn't really point out. He bumped his shoulder into mine playfully and I playfully glared at him. “You're on. Let's bet on who can consume the highest amount of sugar today” he said.

This was the first time Hestia had heard of such a request, but since the bartender had said so, she did not say anything and just let him place the drink in front of her. "This is our newest signature drink and is very suitable for ladies. You can taste it." The bartender placed the drink down and then walked away. Hestia's gaze fell on the drink. It was indeed a very beautiful drink, with small bubbles rising from the bottom of the glass like shattered starlight. Hestia leaned in to smell it and then took a sip.

"When I have some free time, I check my pregnancy. So ...." "Jenar, you're a lousy woman." Here, a small portion of Sarah's rage was released. Then, in irritation, she turned to face Jenar. "Do you want to be known as a murderer?" Jenar smirked. It was as if a huge wave swept over the belief that killing the baby was necessary. "You don't know anything, so shut up! Don't irritate me!" ---Loving My Sugar Mommy--- "Dad, did I irritate you?" The teenager made a funny face while she laughed and teased.

The woman who was the secretary of the owner of the Alletante Pafrum company strutted over, moving her voluptuous body clad in a miniskirt and a press body blezer. "Kent, you have to go down to the meeting room in 15 minutes." said the woman in a spoiled tone, both hands sassily clinging to Kent's shoulders. Countless times Sofia has tried to break the cold man's defense. But the 27-year-old woman still did not give in to her stubborn nature. Oliver Kent Silverlake is a fantasy for women in Toronto. "Okay, Sofia. I'll be right down after this." Kent tried to smile as he looked at Sofia very naturally.

“It –“ But I stop, my words stolen from me by my shock and awe. The table has changed again, covered now in an amazing display of desert. My jaw falls almost to the ground as I take in the six-layer cakes, the mountains of meringue, the piles of cookies and sweets and ice cream. “Oh my god,” I murmur, shaking my head at all the sugar. “Oh my god, they’re going to go into a diabetic coma while we’re gone,” I whisper, putting my hands over my mouth.

The first piece she cut, she handed to Andrew. "I don't like sweets," he said, holding a cigarette. "So many issues," Isabella muttered, picking up a fork to eat herself. Black Swan is a high-end brand of cake, and its taste was naturally good. Sweet but not cloying, it melted in the mouth. After eating a piece, Isabella still wanted more. Licking her lips, she said, "It's very sweet and not cloying. Are you sure you don't want..." Before she could finish the word 'eat,' Andrew kissed her.

I mumble, then offer one to her. She shakes her head, smiling faintly. “I wish I could. But the pack doctor said no sugar for me,” she says softly. “My body’s still weak from being without my wolf. Apparently, I’m supposed to eat boring, healthy things.” I pause mid-chew, my eyes softening. “Right. I forgot about that. I’m sorry.” She waves me off. “Don’t be. I’ll just live vicariously through you.” I grin, then gesture toward her. “Alright then, spill it. The full story. How did you and Caspian end up together? Don’t skip a single detail.”

Justin's expression shifted again and again before he finally shoved Suzanne's hand away in disgust. He stood, brushed at the wrinkles she had left on his sleeve, and said coldly, "Suzanne, if you want my help, then get the hell away from me." With that, Justin strode out of the office. When Suzanne was escorted out shortly afterward, her heart was still pounding with unease. His words echoed relentlessly in her mind. She dreaded that he would pin everything on her and the doctor to clear his own name.

he asked, not even looking my way. "Same as you." I had no idea if it was the right answer, but he'd added what looked like a little sugar and I'd not had sugar in months. Once again it was another example of how Icaan was better off and he simply didn't realize it. He was clearly using sugar for something normal and not even thinking much about it. It wasn't long later before he sat down at the table with me and handed me one of the mugs. The drink swirled, a dark brown color and smelling more than a little interesting.