Sugar Style Novels & Stories

When he held up the finished rose, it seemed impossibly delicate. The spell broke when he clapped his hands once. “Your turn.” Omar pulled Sienna toward a station near the windows. Her eyes sparkled with something beyond nerves. “This was my father’s thing,” she whispered. “He said sugar was like fire—you either respect it, or you get burned.” “You sound like you’ve been waiting for this,” Sienna said with a laugh, tying her apron. “Maybe I have.” Omar’s hands were quick, practiced. She poured the syrup, folding with precision. The sugar glowed under the lights, gleaming like spun silk. “The trick is folding in air. Breathe life into it, then stretch.”

For the fact I just want her to fucking take all her stuff back. "A sugar baby?" She scoffs as she jumps from the kitchen top, now standing next to me. "Fine." That's when she looks at me again, but with a decision made. Fuck. She looks like she's on a mission. Dangerous mission. "I can be a sugar baby." What? "But I want allowance. Monthly, weekly, I don't care. I want allowance." She crosses her arms on her chest, looking confident with the offer. No, not an offer. A demand.

"You just live? What do you mean?" "So what if people know. Isn't it normal for us to question our sexuality. The only thing abnormal is I choose to do it with a sugar baby. But seriously, even if I do it with someone else, it's still gonna be the same. I'll still treat her with good food, leisure her with stuffs, it's still the same." So I don't matter? I'm just a girl he happens to experiment with?

" I looked back to face him. "I have money. More than anyone can imagine. I own a house in Italy, Birmingham, Sweden, New York, California, and in about a few days here. I sold my last one. So I don't want to hear what you have and what makes you rich. I want to know what separates you from half those other rich idiots out there." He was taken back. "You have a bad attitude which probably explains why you're here with that phony. You have nothing special that every other female here doesn't have. So maybe you should be telling me what's so great about you." I walked a few inches towards him so now we were eye to eye. "I am Sugar, that's what's great about me." It was like something clicked i

"Sir, can you make a ginormous flower that looks like this?" I display a sketch of the hydrangea flower I drew earlier to the senior. He nods, proceeding to motion his hands and drizzle the melted sugar mix onto the platform. By the time he had completed the first sugar painting, I ask for another one: a peach flower. My eyes are being hypnotize by the essence and beauty of the art. Reminds me of when I used to watch people watch other people make street food. Good ol' days.

Juste was swirling his spoon in his parfait. “Haha! Sugar gets me excited. You seem to be the same.” “It’s my first time tasting something sweet as this. All we had were fruits and berries. There’s little aftertaste but I dunno, it tastes good to me.” “That’s special sugar for you.” Meanwhile, Chastine ordered the heaviest meal on the menu. It was just practical of her, as she gets tired easily compared to the two. She must consume a big amount of food for an extra dose of energy.

Sugar just sat on her bed and watched her panic, occasionally licking his paw, he was not impressed. Usually, they both slept in till the sun grew warm but she was already up so early. They would have to come back to pick him up because she had dinner with Kris and his mom, Brooke had been clamouring for Sugar's visit. She had already picked out an outfit, a cute, short, white dress. It had a plunging neckline, short puff sleeves, an open back design with lacing detail, an elasticized waistband and a flounced skirt. She was dressed in no time, her feet encased in sleek, black flats.

She simply smiled at him not giving him his expected reaction. "Bruno, you really seem to be forgetting." She paused then continued. " I am a sugar baby and there is no shame in what I do or who I do it with. I have no one to impress or to disgrace. It's just me and the money." She had no idea how does lines fell off her mouth. She was certainly never proud to speak about what she did but she was not going to let Bruno have a win in this. "I'm quite busy and having a good time with my friend, please excuse us." She said and walked passed him making sure that her shoulder hit against his.

★ When did we all Start believing in magic ★ ••• Sarah sat at the edge of the pristine walls of 𝒔𝒖𝒈𝒂𝒓 𝒅𝒆 𝒍𝒂 𝒄𝒖𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒆, one of the most popular and expensive eateries in the whole of Port-harcourt city owned by the Okoye's. yes! Sarah Okoye's parents.

"Fine but you owe me." "Okay babes." All the eyes of the man were on them. One man even went up to Sabrina. "Miss how do you feel about being my woman." This was Cody a second generation rich kid. He partied till the sun came out. He had many woman around him begging for attention and he loved being the centre of attention. "No thanks I'm good." "Baby girl I.can take care of you and give you whatever you want in exchange for you." "No thanks but when I need a sugar daddy will call you."