Sweet Blood Comic Novels & Stories

He didn't smell bad, but his shirt was wet with sweat, and he might get sick again. "No, Mommy. It's just too hot here," he replied and took a bite of the cupcake. Styx grabbed the shirt and helped our son wear it. I sat back on the bed and took a cupcake. The design was simple, but it looked delicious. There was chocolate syrup on top and some icing. I took a bite, and it tasted so good it was like the heavens sang. I gave him an approving sign. "Delicious." He smiled and leaned forward to kiss my temple. "Thank you."

Sweetness is the one to call. My Tiny Demon! She left me a fuckin' clue. Of course. Maybe she knew deep down I would hunt for 'er and find 'er?. I hit the number and wait as the line rings, my fingers twitchin' against the handlebar, my mind already spiralin' into madness. “Hello, this is Sweetness. How can I help?” Her voice is soft, sweet, but the poundin' bass of music in the background tells me she’s at another club.

My man bought sweets from the tuckshop which we started eating . Nashe : These sweets taste amazing though my lady's lips takes the cup My lips are sweeter than sweets !, when bae compliments you it's music to the ears . " Hope you also bought one for me ," Amah said walking to us . Nashe : Naah , ask your man to buy one for you Amah : Nxaa ,he can buy me a whole candy shop for me Nashe : Yoo , he is loaded .Here

I let myself in and put the flux infront him. " I got a distress message saying a grown ass man is throwing tantrum..." He rolled his eyes and grabbed the thermal flux.. The moment the coffee entered his mouth, his face scrunched in disgust and he almost chocked... I couldn't hide my smile ... He glared at me... " You came at this late to give me this? Sugarless, bitter, disgusting coffee? Why not give me poison instead?" His face showed utter disgust... " Well I ain't your girlfriend that I will know the amount of sugar you want... What if you had diabetes? The headlines will show that Madelyn Davenport trying to kill Wyne Moretti... I can't risk that..."

The subordinate quickly took MIke and her wheelchair out of Richard's room. All the dealings with MIke gave Richard a headache. Too much drama with MIke, Richard thought. He needed something sweet to ease his headache. Richard was not a fan of sweet foods at first, in fact, he did not like sweet foods, you could say Richard avoided eating such foods. But ever since he was with Anna the sweet food lover, he fell in love with the taste.

“I can do sweet.” “Really?” The thunder from the last lighting finally rumbled. The storm was still several miles away. “Give me a sample of sweet.” “Sugar,” he said in a dark, silky voice. He wasn’t even looking at her. With nothing but his voice, he was melting her bones. If she didn’t get him up to her room— “Maple syrup.” Shannon blinked. “Huh?” “Honey. You wanted sweet, I’m giving you sweet. Chocolate cake.

Brene Brian's heartache and guilt, last night he remembers a bit vaguely, vaguely remembers a few times at night when it was uncomfortable to cry, Sweet Pea Guun has always been by his side to take care of him, comfort him, think how to make y a little more comfortable. Sweet Pea Guun is really really good, knowing that he likes it and is willing to come back, wholeheartedly taking care of him who is sick, paying attention to his mood at the moment. But hey it was simply because Sweet Pea Guun was kind, for his lowliness engendered pity. Brene Brian is now sober, for yesterday's words, he feels regret, he can't rely on Sweet Pea Guun's kindness, forcing Sweet Pea Guun to stay, for him and Sw

As I spoke, I looked around for what felt like the hundredth time. No one had ever made me feel this special. It was just us and the staff, and Blaze had been sweeter than he’d ever been. Sweet names, sweet words, sweet gestures. I could have diabetes from it all. “I have a fortune,” Blaze said, sizing up one of the sushis. “And it’s nothing until I make it something like I’m doing now. Please, don’t apologize for the money. It’s as nonexistent as it can be.” I nodded. “Mmmh,” I said, chewing.

all we smell is the sweet scent. Yes...but it's still going to taste salty... Not if we pour some honey all over... Eww...you disgust me... honey and sweat don't go together... We don't know unless we try... You're– " What are you doing here?" A familiar voice interrupted our mental bickering. I looked up and found my sweaty mate staring down at me.

she paused, her smile broaden as if imagining him nods to her observation. “I remember you told me how some decision is like a cup of coffee without Sugar.. It's bitter but healthy. Well dad, i never get to tell you i prefer a sweet coffee because it's also healthy. I don't have to taste bitterness to have peace.” She sniff back tears finding it way to her eyes. “I'm happy father. I have so much sweetness in my life i fear i might soon have diabetes.”She laughed allowing her tears to flow. “I'm only sad you didn't get to see me this happy. Caleb has brought me so much joy that i can ever imagine.”