Sugar Trap Novel Novels & Stories

They say if you share the same name as a character in a trashy novel, you're doomed. I used to think that was a joke. It wasn't. One minute, I was sitting in my air-conditioned apartment, holding a pair of chopsticks, eating beef brisket. Blink. The AC vanishes. The smell of beef is replaced by sulfur, rot, and dust. My butt hits jagged concrete. My apartment is gone. I'm sitting in a ruined city under a dead grey sky.

A single strand of her hair flickered back to silver for a fraction of a second. "Sofia, remember the sugar!" Nomo gasped, his lungs burning. "Remember the taste of the stolen sugar on the roof of the vats! You said it was the only thing in this city that didn't taste like metal! Don't let her turn you into a machine! Be a thief again! Steal your life back!" (SOFIA QUISPE’S POINT OF VIEW) "The sugar..." The words didn't come from Sofia’s mouth; they echoed inside the violet storm of her consciousness.

That single sentence drained all warmth from the room. The doctor fired back, "Don't worry. If I go down, you and your son are coming with me. Those illegally transplanted organs won't stay with you." Suzanne grabbed something from the desk and hurled it at him in rage. "Don't even think about it. You're the ones who broke the law. Why should I pay the price? You did this willingly. Did I force you?" Justin stared at her in disbelief. In that moment, he finally saw her for who she really was.

When I opened my eyes, I found myself holding an exquisitely wrapped sandwich. Whispers immediately drifted into my ears. "Look, Jacob Blake's here again delivering breakfast to Carol." "He seriously has no shame. She already said she doesn't like him, but he still won't give up." "Exactly! Carol and Matt are obviously the perfect couple!" I froze for two seconds before a flood of memories suddenly crashed into my mind. I, the invincible hero of a power-fantasy novel, had actually transmigrated into the role of a pathetic simp side character in a trashy romance novel.

His little mishap was obviously forgotten. "Argghh fuck! Ahhn!!" Beam continues to writhe in pleasure as the man is serving him his seventh heaven. He loves the man's possessiveness, it's like an aphrodisiac to his desire. Beam loves the man's expertise in bed. He may be the sugar daddy but he never neglects Beam's satisfaction every time they are together. That's why Beam learns to love this situation even if he is the kept secret of this powerful and influential man. Sex is always satisfying with him and he can't help it a craving for more. Despite his little mishap, his sugar daddy is wholeheartedly serving him tonight with his expert tongue and delicious body.

*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."

Her brain was still fuzzy from his touch and took some seconds to register what he meant. She looked down to see Maya lying in her arms, satiated. Her plump cheek rested against her breast. Her small mouth, pearlized with milk, lay close to her nipple. She was asleep, looking as full and contented A tremor swept through her when he slid his hands up over her stomach, wedging them between her and Maya, and lifted the child away from her. He stood and carried the baby to the crib where he carefully lay her down. Once Maya was settled, Faith knew she had only seconds to escape the room. Escape him. She started to flee through the door, she almost made it. Almost___ "We are not done!"

It felt strange as the words fell from my lips… I was used to beung the one taking the order notnthe one dishing it out. He nodded once, then dismissed the other maids with a simple hand gesture. They cleared everything else away in silence, careful not to spill a single drop. I watched them leave one after the other, gracefully chewing the sandwich and hoping I wasn't getting into a trap. I managed to sit down at the table, still overwhelmed, still trying to figure out what was real. Maybe I deserve a good life, but how would I know it wasn't a trap when my ex lover betrayed me and pretended to care about me. I didn’t even know what this was, but I just couldn't trust Caspian yet, I just ne

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