Sweet Beauty Novels & Stories

I hoped she was good, these days it was harder and harder to find my sweet release, if she couldn't get the job done I'd have to move onto a different lady. I glanced at the list again, the next one I'd choose if Violet couldn't help me or the next time I came into the club if she could was a lady by the name of Peaches. I loved peaches, they were my favorite fruit, sweet but also tart at the same time; never too sweet nor too tart, just perfect.

Calvin moved them aside, away from the vegetables and knives, glanced at the shelf, grabbed some honey, and dabbed it on her lips, then smeared some on her chin and all over her chest, much to her confusion. Bella was startled but reflexively licked the honey off her lips. It was sweet! But he made her all sticky! His eyes were like fire, following the path of her tongue, unable to resist capturing it with his lips. Sweetness was irresistible to most people, and although he didn't like sweets, he loved her sweetness. As the sweetness spread between their lips, the kiss became even more irresistible. She couldn't help but follow the sweetness, and he followed her. As the intense sweetness fad

He raised her face and his breath froze. Hazel possessed a captivating beauty that left an indelible impression on those who beheld her. Regardless of the tears, she was able to lock Jonathan in her eyes. Her face was a symphony of delicate features, where a singular beauty mole graced the canvas just below her button-like nose. This charming imperfection added a subtle allure, drawing attention to the elegant curve of her upper lip.

I don't hold back the laugh. Bridget shows Flex the middle finger. She stomps to the door but Flex immediately stops her. "Baby! Pretty baby!" he circles his hands around her waist. "I was just joking, sweet darling. You are pretty. You are the prettiest girl in the entire universe. People can not see it because they are blind but I can, Sweets. You are even prettier than Selena Gomez, who is the prettiest girl to ever exist!" I chuckle sardonically.

"Order all what you want." "Hmm, what's with you is the same for me," she replied. When our order arrived, we ate immediately. While Angel was eating, I couldn't look at her straight. I can't deny that she's beautiful too. Her gentle face is smooth. What? I said she's beautiful? No! Erase, erase. I can't fall in love with her because I'm just pranking my sweetness. I will prank her until she confess. "Are you okay? Why aren't you eating yet?" She suddenly asked me. It was too late when I realized I was stunned. What's happening to me?

"Wasn't Jonathan the only man present at the scene? Then it must be his!" "Jonathan is handsome. Isn't it normal for him to have a nice hand? Look at you all getting excited over something like this." "He's an unfaithful man, yet he's born with such superior looks. Charlotte really lucked out." "She's awfully lucky. She isn't even that pretty, yet she managed to bag Jonathan. I'm super jealous!" "Screenshotted and saved. This will be my chat wallpaper from now on." "I used AI to enhance it in high definition. It's even more perfect now! Who wants it? DM me, and I'll send it to you."

I turn to see Hector, predictably loud and shameless, grinning at me like he owns the world. “Good morning to you too, Hector,” I say dryly. “Good morning, Rockwell’s sweetheart. So, have you decided to give me your heart this year?” He flashes what I assume he thinks is a charming smile. Hector is objectively attractive—blond hair, piercing blue eyes, a killer smile—but he’s insufferable. He’s been hitting on me for years, and I’ve turned him down every single time. “For the millionth time, Hector, no,” I say, rolling my eyes.

Theodore She tasted sweet. I didn't know how to describe it perfectly, but one thing was clear—she was addicting. The kind of sweetness that sank deep into your veins and left you craving more. And I couldn’t stop myself. I wanted to claim her. I wanted her to be mine. I had tried to hold back my desires and temptations, but nothing, absolutely nothing, could rival how she looked lying there on my bed, completely bare. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.

She didn’t have to look for an excuse anymore; he called for her himself. "Why does he want to see me?" Reese asked as she leapt to her feet and walked around the desk. Tom could see her complete look now, and he couldn’t stop himself from staring deeply at her from head to toe. "You look—" he paused. "Beautiful." "Thank you, Tom." Reese said, a smile curling on her lips. She knows "beautiful" wasn’t the word he wanted to say; it was “sexy.” But she liked the compliment anyway. "So, why does he want to see me?" Reese asked the question he failed to answer when he saw her full look.

This was a romantic position, and I felt happy but was still sad since he only saw me at this moment as Natasha Wilbur. A classic music was now playing as we walk 8n the field, I could smell the fragrance of his perfume and aftershave, he was a bit taller than me, a very handsome and awesome size of of a man, his shoulders were broad and his muscles were tight, surely he must have been working out too. I closed my eyes and imagined dancing with him in a ballroom, just the two of us, with eyes staring at us with admiration. This was so peaceful, the feeling felt mutual, but it wasn't, I was only imagining things.