Sweet Home Novels & Stories

No matter what happens next,sweets will be sweets. * * * My mom's plan worked and the Cook is pregnant,for me. Lillian said it'll be good for her to stay with us. I don't know why she said so,though I hesitated for some time,Lillian convinced me and I agreed. The cook is the pregnant one,but I and Lillian went for baby shopping. At one mall,we ran into a younger guy and Lillian told me that he was her semi- friend,Jay.

She could feel her mouth water just by looking at all the good food. " So, what do you do for a living?" Hades questions Elliot. " I run a dessert company." Elliot shrugs. " Really!? Wow, candy-boy." Hades scoffs. " Where is it?" Enrique asks, trying to initiate in his brother's life. " Near the Jameston road. It's called 'Ellisa Sweet Bistro'" Elliot mutters, glancing at Sage. " That's so cool. Who is Ellisa?" Shawn asks, as he blows the food cool for Sage.

My intention is, precisely, the opposite; rather than blame them for their failure, I would suggest that none of these things can be done, for they are impossible in their very essence, and they will always remain mere intention, vain aspiration, an invalid posture. Nature has simply endowed each creature with a specific program of actions he can execute satisfactorily. That’s why it’s so unusual for an animal to be sad. Only occasionally may something akin to sadness be observed in a few higher species—the dog or the horse—and that’s when they seem closest to us, seem most human. Perhaps Nature, in the mysterious depths of the jungle, offers its most surprising spectacle—surprising because

"Your plan worked perfectly, Felix. A wedding dress designer exposed for having a promiscuous private life—there's no way Dahlia can make wedding dresses anymore, let alone compete with Sylvia for the title of Bridal Queen." "You deserve some credit too. You taught her all those poses, and only her face was visible in all those photos too." They exchanged glances and smiled at each other. I clapped a hand over my mouth, my nails digging into the tender flesh of my palm. The stinging pain reminded me that I wasn't dreaming. The love that I had been willing to sacrifice everything for turned out to be nothing more than a cruel farce. The tender nights had merely been poison wrapped in honey.

Hades also caressed his gentle pretty wife’s face in the gentle grip of his hands. “I’m deadly sure we can fight against the king’s adviser and also the king himself, and eventually defeat them. West Medicine Land won’t attain and achieve their evil as well as malevolent goals, Eva Sweetheart. You must believe me, must believe in the power of our love, affection, and also togetherness. Won’t you, Eva Sweetheart?” Sugar Aquarius was seen tidying up his gentle pretty wife’s a bit messy quiff.

"I understand. You're not to be blamed. You're not used to all this" Amelia thanked him for understanding. He threw a sweet to his mouth and asked to give her one. She took it from him and tossed it inside of his mouth. "How does it taste?" It started out pleasant but soon, Amelia frowned. There was a strange smell coming from the sweet's wrapper. " What is this?" "Well, you said you wanted an ice cream. It might be easy to get one right now but there are sweets here. They are crescent's moon rocks. Sweet as they could ever be"

Maybe Lottie is as special as Caren, but in a different way? I didn’t have time to ask, as I was hit by a smell I had forgotten I loved. A smell that reminded me of home. Caramel, I just love it. It is the only sweet I eat. It’s so delicious and I am surrounded by the smell of it right now. “Mate.” Diesel shouts in my mind. “Mate.” I said. I looked around and I saw her. She had just walked through a door at the opposite end of the room. She stands staring at me, smiling. I smile at her. She is stunning. Like a fiery goddess with her red locks surrounding her beautiful face.

Just around the corner, I was about to go down, I grabbed paper bags and prepared to go down. I went downstairs, I remember this place. I turned into a mango tree and looked across the old two story building. I immediately approached the sliding door which was hard to open probably because it had been a long time as well, "Good afternoon, Lola Nini" I smiled at the old woman who was arranging the shelves. He looked at me earnestly before smiling slowly. "Dea iha?" I smiled at her sweetly and ran to her for a hug. "How are you? It's been a long time since I last saw you and you're so beautiful you're really young" I felt the little peace that I am looking for. "I'm okay grandma, are you?" Rea

It’s a little dry around the edges, and the frosting is undeniably sweet, almost sugary, but it’s perfect in its imperfection. It’s homemade, made with care, made specifically for me. We share a sweet moment, forks clinking softly against the plate as we eat, stolen glances and lingering smiles passing between us. For a little while, cocooned in the warmth of the cabin and his attention, it feels like nothing else matters. Like this moment, this simple act of sweetness, could stretch out into forever.

I run a hand through my hair. My phone buzzes. A message from my father. “Update on the acquisition. MamiSweet Bakery is prime for takeover. Sign the papers, or I’ll handle it myself.” I ignore it. The plan was simple: buy the distressed asset, flip it into a Hart franchise. But that was before I knew her name. Before I fixed her oven that night, she was in her flour-dusted apron, thanking me like I’d saved the world. Before I saw how she smiles through everything, even when it’s killing her.