Novel & Cerita Sweet Blood Comic

"You have a nice figure. Are you from the dance school?" "I am. A lot of my friends are here to earn some pocket change too. You're weird, sir. Why are you asking so many questions?" Hermione pressed her soft body closer to me. She wound her arms around my neck and leaned her face closer to my neck. As she spoke, her breath brushed against my ear intimately. "It's not easy getting money from you, is it, sir? Do you want me to be more proactive?" In truth, I hadn't touched any women since my wife eloped with another man.

"Need a refill?" Emily looked up from her almost empty glass and saw the voice belonged the friendly bartender. She smiled and nodded her head in approval watching as he refilled her cup. "Hey Ems" Emily turned and noticed her friend Sandy who had a big smile plastered on her face walking towards her. Sandy has always been the life of the party and was a very attractive young lady with her blue eyes and the most beautiful smile ever, little wonder while she never seems to run out of suitors.

Grace asked. I grabbed a tartlet and took a bite. Grace was like that voice that incited you to do bad things. Hayden approached us and looked at me. He gave me a half-smile and, damn, he flexed. Good Lord, I was getting turned on by a twenty-two-year-old. "Do you want some?" I asked, offering him a piece of the tartlet. Hayden's smile vanished. "That's not healthy, do you know how much sugar is in that thing?" he asked me.

"I know that it would be petty of me to take everything that I've given you in the course of our relationship, but it had all been a deception, so I'd rather take them back and have them donated to charity than have them wasted on you." One comment read, "Yes! I'm glad you're not blinded. Here I was thinking that you were going to give in to him!" "Shoutout to the besties who went there so we could see for ourselves who these scumbags are and avoid these landmines altogether. I'll be making a PDF about them. If anyone's interested, drop me a DM." "Why is nobody talking about the fact that Madam's such a pro? That was a sick kick!"

" I'm too lazy to look him in the eye. Suddenly he steps forward, snatches the lollipop out of my mouth and puts it in his own mouth. ”You!” I was shocked and angry. He shamelessly spread his hands: "What's wrong? I saved your life and got you breakfast. Don't you deserve a little reward?" 'Suit yourself! If I stay with him any longer, he could really piss me off. But he was very proud, the lollipop smacked loudly: "This candy tastes so sweet." "Hehe." I sneered. He leaned close to my ear again: "It must be because it adds spices that other sugars don't." What is it?"

I got my bouquet, I got a question, are you trying to give me diabetes or perhaps get me hooked on sugar? It takes him a few minutes before he texts me back. ... oh no, the only thing I'd want you hooked on is me Stormie and I'd never make you sick! do you not like sweets? .... the only time I really have sweets is when I'm suffering monthly, I'm not too crazy about sweets but thank you though, it's just the sugar rush of energy I needed to get through the afternoon ... you're very welcome Stormie ... what are you up to though?

Even Caramel finishes his food easily, though he is the last of us. As soon as that happens, we all look at Doctor Sweet. She is beautiful, the gentle look on her face able to make the weird thing in my chest loosen a bit. Even when she smiles, her eyes light up and makes the tension around us reduce by a thousandfold as she says "How are you?" There is silence at first but Strawberry breaks it by scoffing "That's a very fucked up question, isn't it Sweet?" She doesn't remind him of the no cussing on the table rule, her eyes rather are on Caramel "Love?"

He quietly tip-toed out of the room because he was still confused and couldn’t come up with an explanation as to why he was in her room at that time of the morning dressed in the clothes from the previous day. As he successfully stepped out of the room, he came face to face with Marcus; his best friend and manager. “seems like someone had a goooood night” Marcus commented Sweet rolled his eyes and walked passed him in an attempt to avoid any questions from Marcus, because’ he knew Marcus was going to shoot at him a thousand and one questions about what he just saw. “Yo man, did I miss anything?” Marcus questioned Sweet gave him a side glare “Can you help me order for a coffee and get it deli

"No sugar?" I grinned, swelling with pride at what I'd pulled off for her. "Only things that won't kill you. Tonight." She laughed before cracking the golden crust with her spoon. The caramelized snap echoed in the hushed room. She took a bite, closing her eyes like she was mid-orgasm from the flavor. "It's creamy, warm, sweet... and way better than your cum." She opened her eyes, all mischief. "It's sweet, like you. And it's my way of thanking you for showing me life doesn't have to be bitter, sweetheart." I'd never been more honest in my life.

Sweet - the Beta of my Pack who also happens to be my friend asked. "Exactly!" I replied and he chuckled. "So what did you do?" He asked further. "I didn't do anything... I just left angrily" I pointed out and he paused and stared at my eyes. "Okay... It looks like I'm dreaming right now, someone wake me up," he said and I huffed. "Logan, are you been serious here, you spared someone who slapped you? How? The Logan I know will kill anyone who dares to stare at home in more than a minute, so why did you spare her?" Sweet asked with a confused look.