Sugar Trap Novel Novels & Stories

Two years into the business of being a sugar baby and all she got were low income earners who needed an extra juice for themselves and the only breakthrough she had experienced so far was being a sugar baby to a man in his late seventies, he was old and his appearance was irritating enough to make any girl throw up, but the money she got from him was paying most of her bills. It wasn't enough even though he was filthy rich, he led her on with the promise that once he gave up in his battle of survival he would give her the greatest part of his wealth. That alone was enough to keep her by his side. It was vicious waiting for one to pass on to inherit some wealth but that was her only hope of a

EIGHT Domitus Capaldi Present When I had Lauren, I felt like I had the answer to all of my problems. A sweet, little, submissive that did everything I wanted without question. After the accident when she left, at first, I didn’t want anyone. Then, I could no longer deny my urges. So, to keep them in check, I opened Labyrinth. My sex club.

Dylan was still unsure of everything but he knew for Noah he could do it. As he touched down on Sugartop Mountain he instantly saw just how small of a scale it was compared to all the other realms they had been in previously. It was warm despite being a ski resort but this would have been exactly what Jill wanted. The resort seemed to be populated by living sweets. The snow was made entirely of powdered sugar and all kinds of living cakes and sweets could be seen leaving the log cabins. The cakes and sweets all strangely resembled people. Dylan couldn’t be sure whether it was how they were created or whether this was their own doing.

A pang of sadness crept in, this room was the only place where I wasn’t a prisoner or an experimental Luna. That afternoon was overcast as we walked back through the city. My heart felt as gray as the sky above, until we passed The Sugar Puff. The aroma of caramel and vanilla from my favorite dessert shop seemed to call out to my sugar-craving soul. I needed a sweet escape to fill the hole in my chest after being treated like a prisoner all day. “Stop here,” I said firmly. Oliver frowned. “The subway station is still half a kilometer away.” “I want to go to that shop. Just for a minute.”

“Listen to this. Congratulations my industrious scribe, or scribes. I see you have found the code to mine books, but have you found their traps. My traps are simple, or difficult, it depends on your mind. My books are numbered simply and are nothing more than my personal journals. Merely the ramblings of an old man. They contain no state secrets or rumours, no stories or answers, simply, as I said, musings. For anything else those were kept in my mind and if you are reading this, then my mind is forever closed to you. Best of luck, my scholar, may your hunt through the paperwork of my simple life, be all that you hope for, but I believe you may be in for disappointment. My life was

The emptiness that had lived behind her eyes had been filled with something sharp, cold, and purposeful. “I left a ring on a windowsill the night before the fire,” she said quietly. “I took it off because I finally understood what it was. Not a promise. A collar. Something that had been locked around my throat so long I forgot it could be removed. Tonight I want the entire Smith family to feel that same moment the exact second you realize the life you built was never real, and the people you trusted were already measuring you for a coffin.”

A piece of candy in my mouth, sweet and comforting, after he had saved me from the edge of death. And now, this was how it ended. With more candy clutched in my hand, brittle and bitter despite the sugar. A perfect, hollow circle. A beginning. An ending. That’s it.

I asked the strange handsome man at my side. “You were kidnapped…you actually don’t remember” He replied as my eyes widened. “Such traumatic experiences will slowly return” The doctor abruptly added. “Slowly?” I asked softly. “Unless triggered” He answered. “Who kidnapped me…and why?” I asked in frustration. I couldn’t understand why I would get kidnapped. I had no money. “Sophia”The strange man called as I turned to him, eyes brimmed with tears. “I’m a nobody” I muttered.

I want to say a huge thank you to all of you for supporting me on this journey! I love you all!! We have reached the end of ‘Sweet Treachery’, and I must say that it was a rollercoaster! Enjoy!! She had a wonderful life Filled with love and light It all ended when her pack Was invaded by the Rogues She became a fugitive Lost both parents And had to pick up The broken pieces Of her life. She was taken by Devilio, Humiliated and disgraced

But whatever happens it comes back to the same scenario, I lose you. There is something about you.. Sophia that makes my inner thoughts go wild and my guts are telling me I should leave you alone. I'm a poison to every girl I meet. She either gets addicted to the money, the coke or just me and my nasty fantasies then we get lost in this erotic game and I throw them back in the streets because they end up begging and corrupted for some shots. But you... Sophia you.. you won't do that, you are not like that. That night.. ohhh that delicious night is the only memory I want to rewind in my mind.