Sugar Trap Novel Novels & Stories

Not yet. I leaned my head back against the cold metal shelf. I had survived the night. I had survived the morning. But the gala was in two days, and we were all going to be in the same room. David, Maya, Chloe... and Robert. I looked at my bandaged hand and remembered the taste of the soup David made. I remembered the kiss in the bedroom. "Just two more days," I whispered to myself. But as I sat there in the silence, I realized that the "perfect" life I had worked so hard to build was already gone. I wasn't the golden boy anymore. I was a ghost in my own life, waiting for the floor to fall out from under me.

Channing Senior farewell. Before leaving, I thought for a moment and said, "Sir, I understand. You're telling me that Jackson went through something terrible as a child. He trusted the wrong person, and it led to his parents' deaths. He suffered immense physical and emotional trauma and can't trust people easily anymore. "But there was one girl who stood by him during his darkest time, never betrayed him, and even tried to protect him with her life. That girl is Grace Gillard, the woman Jackson is about to marry.

She sat calmly at her table, her posture relaxed, her shoulders squared and her expression composed in a way that suggested she wasn’t even looking at the numbers—though she was acutely aware of them. It didn’t bother her though, If anything, the slow burn amused her. She smiled faintly and adjusted the angle of the camera, resting her chin lightly against her knuckles. The glow from the ring light reflected in her eyes, giving her a deceptively warm appearance. They’ll come, she thought. Ants were always attracted to sugar. It didn’t matter how far they were. It didn’t matter how deeply buried they’d been in their own echo chambers, repeating the same recycled lies to each other. The scent

There's still some hidden cash in the house. The next morning, before it was even light out, Nora's voice rang through the house. "Clara, get up! Are you really going to lie there all day?" The moment I stepped out of my room, she pushed a cup of dark liquid toward my mouth. "Drink it. It'll help you get pregnant!" I couldn't dodge in time. A few mouthfuls went down, and I almost threw up. "I'll drink it myself. You go do your thing."

Leaning against the doorframe, I finally let out a long sigh of relief. Suddenly, before I could fully relax, a shrill commotion erupted down the hallway. "Where's Ruby Lawrence? Where's that old hag? I heard she struck it rich by latching onto a wealthy man. Tell her to get out here and see me right now!"

he winked. Back in my apartment, there was no peace of mind. I was thinking. So many things were on my mind, ranging from the unhappy divorce to my little cupcake. Johnny was the little cupcake I thought about. Although the pain from divorce hunted me, there was always a glimpse of a smile on my face whenever I remember Johnny and the subtle naughty things we did earlier in the day. I couldn't just wait to set my eyes on him again when he comes around the next day.

Taking a healthy bite out the sandwich, I watched her fidget in her seat. "Please keep an open mind. Hear me out before freaking out." That was the worst way to open the conversation, and she knew it. Zoe grimaced and held a hand up. "Let's try this again. Okay." Wasn't a question, so I continued to eat and wait. "Do you know what a sugar baby is?" "Not quite, and before I say the wrong thing, please explain," I deadpanned. My mind screamed whore, but I knew better than to judge things in a harsh light before having all the facts.

I have never trusted December. People say that sounds dramatic, but those people never watched their parents’ house burn down on Christmas Eve while the rest of the town kept singing carols like nothing happened. So yes,every time snow falls, my skin crawls. And tonight, on December 1st, Hallowpine is drowning in it. Snowflakes tumble from the sky like they’re drunk on holiday spirit, sticking to my eyelashes as I lock up my bakery. Sugar & Sin,the name sounds cute until you realize the only sugar inside is the kind I dump into coffee to survive this town.

He exuded a sweet scent as he was covered and devoured by countless golden bees. The very moment he vanished, I felt a surge of immense power coursing through my body. My mouth was instantly filled with a bittersweet taste. I savored it. It was the taste of greed and corruption in the depths of Nicholas' soul. Within it, I gained a strange, chilling satisfaction. The world changed before my eyes. I stretched out my fingers as if I could touch the floating dust particles of hope in the air. I completely lost the ability to taste anything else. Only the sweetness of that fruit remained on my tongue. I became the new owner of the honey shop.

“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.