Sweet Beauty Novels & Stories

She won’t see it coming, no one will, not even her precious Nathan. I caught a familiar scent the moment she walked into the ballroom, looking drop-dead gorgeous. She smells of natural honey, that floral, fruity, scent that is so warm and comforting. I inhaled deeply, taking in that luxurious, rich scent that can take honey lovers straight to sweet heaven.

Hot air breathed through my face; I was aware people of the people near me yet no one dared to touch a single hair. There were a lot of murmurs but they were mixed ups that when they reached me, everything was already muddled. And I only get to grasp parts of it. This one is different, she’s a stunning beauty that’s for sure. I heard she’s Yulian’s, he has a taste that’s for sure. Do you think she’ll last like the last one? It will be lost if she doesn’t. I hope she doesn’t end up like that wench. Stop that nonsense. Won’t you die to touch this beauty here?

According to the caller ID, it was Sarah. “Hello,” he said when he picked up. “You’re so mean, you could have invited me around for crepes,” she told him immediately. He guessed that she was feeling envious of his second breakfast and sought to appease her. Sarah had been forever bitter about her mother’s attitude towards sugar consumption. “You can come next time. Aunt Betty won’t know.” “I swear she will find out…” her voice trailed off. “I liked his touch with the hearts and the strawberry syrup. It’s quite cute.”

Leaning in close, she whispered, "If you pay another 2,000 dollars, my best friend and I will make sure you have an unforgettable night." For some reason, the photo I'd seen on social media of her and Yvonne appeared in my mind. They were smiling happily in the picture, their tight dance outfits outlining their perfect figures. These young women were barely old enough to join the adult world, yet here they were, trapped in the muddy quicksand of adulthood. I pushed Hermione off again and asked, "Is your best friend as pretty as you?" Thinking that I was interested, Hermione gave me a flirty look and took out her phone from her pocket. "Eager, aren't you? Aren't I enough for you?"

Aria shivered at the sudden contrast, the sensation both exhilarating and intoxicating as she felt the sticky sweetness mingling with her warmth, a heady blend that wrapped around her like a silken veil. With a playful flourish, he reached for the syrup bottle, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he aimed it at her. The syrup cascaded down her breasts in a slow, tantalizing ribbon, glistening under the soft light of the room. It traced delicate paths across her skin, pooling enticingly in the curves of her body, a sweet adornment that made her heart race. Aria gasped softly, the sensation igniting every nerve ending, making her acutely aware of the pulse of desire thrumming through her.

I was going crazy with my desire for her though I was enraged with what she did. "H-honey please. don't be mad. I'm sorry..." she uttered while trying hard not to cry. I didn't answer. My eyes went down her cleavage. I couldn't think straight now. Her tits which were rising and falling because of her ragged breathing felt so soft against my chest. "S-sorry. I'm really sorry honey," her voice was like a whisper which made me close my eyes for a moment. The way she called me honey was music to my ears. I opened my eyes and looked at her pretty features. Her dark brown eyes were misty but smoky.

She was as dumb as a sack of nails but also pretty sweet when she wasn't being weird. The last was Starliss Bexley, the most beautiful in the group. She had everything possible to be tagged a queen bee. Beautiful and silky honey blonde hair, healthy powder sugar skin, bright aqua blue eyes. If I hadn't grown up with her, I would have thought she was proud and conceited and went after the football team, but she did none of those things. She was just a quiet sweetheart, and probably the only one among us who acted like an adult.

The sound of the waves crashing on the shore seemed to provide comfort during those moments. I admit that one of the reasons I came here was in the hope that Josh and I might still reconcile. But now, it's clear to me that it's unlikely to happen. Who wouldn't be interested or attracted to Ate Aika? She has everything – beauty, a comfortable life, sweetness, and kindness. Any man who meets her would indeed be drawn to her. And even though Ate Aika is a bit older, that's not a hindrance for Josh not to like her. Besides, they really suit each other.

Marigold and Beau left the restaurant, went over to Beau's car, got inside, buckled their seatbelts, and Beau drove off. Marigold looked over at Beau, watching him drive, and thinking 'Why is he so sweet to me? After everything he should be hating me right now but he's not. He's been gentle and sweet even after everything I've said and done. Why is he so nice to me? I can't read him at all…" Beau glanced over at her, seeing her quickly turn away, and he said, "Ah, I was wondering why it was becoming so hard for me to drive. Your beautiful eyes were looking at me and making me distracted." She scoffed, saying, "My eyes weren't looking at you but even if they were, how would you know? You're f

This kiss was sweet and innocent but full of trust, understanding, and promises. This was the love of His BLIND BEAUTY. . . Thank You ShineeSunshine ❤️