Sugar Trap Novel 소설 & 이야기

"Let me ruin you. Let everyone hear how you break for me." I dropped the pages fast. My thighs pressed together. The words were raw and dirty. The woman in the story had dark hair and hazel eyes, just like me. I sat on the bed, my pulse loud in my ears. What had I gotten into?

He just needs to be in the room the instant he was called and the moment the man finished with him, he will just leave without a word. Beam can't ask for more. He will soon be graduating and he has ample amount saved from the contract which will end on his graduation day. He became a sugar baby, a tag that he is trying his best to hide even from his friends but he is still fortunate enough that the man he is with is treating him right. He will soon achieve what he has worked hard for and he will bury this past until his death. Exhaustion took over his whole being and he slept comfortably without even washing.

*Tristan* Leaving my carriage near the dressmaker’s, I stride with purpose down the street. I need a sweet, a nice, hard, sugary sweet. I can’t recall the last time I had such a craving. I want something to make me feel good instead of like a rotten bastard.

"Sure you're not a gold digger but you used affection to make me buy those things. You're a sugar baby." "I am NOT a sugar baby." She glares at me while saying the words one by one. "Take them back to the closet, or wherever they were before. I'm keeping you as my sugar baby. So you can keep your stuff.” She marches towards me then stops right before her chest hits mine, "First you called me a gold digger, now a sugar baby?" "Yes. I don't want to see any of these by tomorrow morning. Put them back, Eve." "I don't want to."

Even knowing him for a very long time, she still didn't know what the almighty Sterling Hunter was scared of. There had to be something that made him weak and once she got a hold of that, she would strike. "I made some soup since I was informed that you were coming over today, you've been ill since having Maya, and now that she finally has both her parents with her, we need to get you healthy! I will go heat up the soup!" If only she knew that the only thing that could get her well was staying away from their toxic family, Faith thought. Mrs. Barbara was nicer that Faith would have expected, but her son wasn't.

“No. Men like Mattia do not change. I will set a trap for him and when he falls in, he will curse his mother and father for giving him life.” Caleb and Cathan gave each other a satisfied look. Casper said when and not if, which meant that Mattia would never be able to escape whichever trap Casper was going to set for him.

And I was determined to bury it deep, deep in the darkest corners of my brain. Unfortunately, Sugar existed. She came bustling into my room in a flurry of skirts, shawls, and far too much perfume for this early hour, carrying a tray of breakfast like she was my fairy godmother and drill sergeant rolled into one. And then she froze. Her eyes cut from me—sitting stiff as a poker on the bed—to Gregor, who was leaning against the far wall, arms crossed, broody as ever, watching me like I might disappear if he blinked.

I should be handed a medal for this. But I regret it the moment I see his hazel eyes changing a shade darker. It was like yellowish brown. As if he has some plans laid out for me. And they aren't good. But somehow, I wasn't scared. I was intimidated,not scared. "Why did you decide to be a sugar baby?" His abrupt change in topic caught me off gaurd. Why does he ask questions that are the most hard to answer? Should I tell him that my mother sold me? Should I lie? But what if he already knows but is trying to play a game with me?

She hadn’t realized that I was the one walking her back home, step by step. The sweetest trap is the one you don’t see closing. And when it does there is no escape, only the sound of the lock turning softly, like a kiss.

guessed Athen. The handsome, sharp-nosed young man nodded and then took a long breath. It was tiring having nightmares and getting pieces of riddles that he didn't know the answers to. "What did you dream this time?" asked his mother, taking over the seat next to him. "A girl crying in the corner of the room with sad cries," Damaresh replied, looking straight ahead. Looking at the beautiful flow of the river was quite soothing. Silence. Both were busy with their thoughts. Damaresh was busy thinking about the puzzle pieces in his dream, while Athena was busy thinking about how long this shadow would stay in her family's life. The past events traumatized her enough that she didn't want to repe