Sweet Home Novels & Stories

"I missed both. Sex comes from love, and only you can fill my hungry stomach. Only you. You have no idea how wonderful you are, sweetheart." My breath hitched, and my heart raced. His hand quickly slid beneath my T-shirt, moving past my bra to cup and massage my breast. "Ah." He let out a satisfied exhale. "I missed this." I didn't dare struggle. After witnessing his incredible strength twice, I had learned that struggling was the height of futility. I just lowered my head and murmured, "But... but this is your office." "It’s fine as long as I like it, sweetheart."

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she whispered, “this love is sweeter than honey.” The mansion glowed that night, full of peace and happiness. For Savannah, it was more than just a house — it was the beginning of her forever.

the questions came in a rush. “Let me have something to eat first, then I will rest a little and we will talk” she said calmly. “What would you like to eat?” Mr. Hampton picked up the telephone to call the housekeeper. “I would love scrambled eggs and sweet potato”, she responded. Mr. Hampton punched some buttons and placed the telephone on his ear, it rang once and Annie picked. “Hello Annie, please make my wife scrambled eggs and sweet potato. Everything should be well done please, we will be waiting. Thank you” he ended the call.

“In any case, that won’t solve the problem.” I walk fast and catch up to him, stepping alongside him. “No, I guess not. But I’m craving something sweet and delicious.” I say the latter with a double meaning. Will notices because he glances at me sideways. I feel the blood rush up my neck and pool in my cheeks; I lower my head to hide the redness of my face, hoping he didn’t see it. We walk one more block before stopping in front of the large building ahead of us, where it reads in black letters with silver borders:

Duerme ya, dulce bien Duerme ya, dulce amor Dulces sueños tendrás al oir mi canción. I knew from the first note that I was dreaming even before I realized where I was. I only ever hear her voice when I am dreaming. And it was the only song she ever sings to me. The dream was always the same, we were outside sitting under a maple tree in the backyard of our small house. It was autumn, the leaves were falling down in their natural shades. We would make beds from the leaves and spend sunsets in there looking at the setting sun. My mother would hug me and sing me Brahm’s lullaby until I fall asleep in her arms. I remember it with a warm fuzzy feeling in my chest. It was my favorite memory of her

Only one way to find out… "James?" "Yes, sweetheart." Sweetheart. His sweetheart. "Bite me. I need to feel you. I want you." "Grace." A groan. "You tempt me. I shouldn’t. Tell me to stop, or I wouldn’t be able to stop myself." He hissed.

We were having lunch at Sweet Tooth Diner, where almost everything served had a touch of sweetness—from their naturally made sauces and tender chicken to the delectable pastries and even the vibrant vegetable salads. This restaurant was one of the best around, though I wouldn't recommend it for someone with diabetes. We were currently seated on the patio near the palm trees, enjoying the calming and peaceful atmosphere that made our meal even more enjoyable. "I'll be just fine," I reassured her, gesturing to the little one beside me. "I have this little one to keep me company." Evei took a sip of her cucumber water, glancing over at Zendra, who was eagerly devouring her fries, clearly wantin

"Carina, honey, wake up" ***************************************************

It should have looked severe. Instead, it made him look dangerous in an entirely different way. I stared. He noticed immediately. “You approve?” “I am considering whether the sanctuary is trying to seduce me on your behalf.” His laugh warmed the night. “It has excellent instincts.” The sanctuary smelled different too. Not only of clean water and night air as it had before. Now the breeze carried sweetness. Sugar. Flowers in full bloom. Something warm and rich beneath it, like pastries fresh from an oven, honey melting into cream, fruit just cut open under summer light.