Novel & Cerita Sweet Home

"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"

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

I got you before so I'll get you again. Zack's Pov. That woman is annoying. Why did she come back here? We are here at the bar today with my friends. Many women seduce me but I don't budge. I won't shoot women until I've finished what I'm doing to Angel as if my monkey friends dare. "Dude what's up with the sweetness prank of a ZACK ERVIN, does it work?" crazy question of Zyrone. "Of course. Because we know that woman really likes me hahaha," I replied proudly to them.

Me no word so good. “Yeah, burgers,” he repeated as Dorothy arrived. “Afternoon, Handsome.” She flashed her pearly whites at Wes. “How’s your day going?” “Oh, you know.” Wes treated her to his own trademark smile. “Birthing cows, saving lives. The family business.”

In her guidance, love, and care, he found a sense of belonging and a treasure trove of beautiful memories that would last a lifetime. And as he drifted off to sleep, the scent of freshly baked cookies lingering in his dreams, Theo knew that no matter where life took him, he would always carry the warmth and love of Mama Hazel in his heart. With a sense of warmth and comfort in his heart, Theo drifted off to sleep, the memories of his baking adventures with Mama Hazel swirling in his mind like a sweet lullaby. In his dreams, he danced through a kitchen filled with the tantalizing aroma of freshly baked treats, his laughter blending with the sound of Mama Hazel's gentle voice guiding him throu

AXEL’S POV: I didn’t think life could ever feel this whole again. Life finally made sense again. It was just… peace. Familiar. Safe. “Sweetness, what’s wrong? You haven’t touched your food yet,” my mother said, her voice the soft lullaby I remembered from boyhood. She reached across the table and smoothed back a strand of my hair with motherly affection. Just the way she used to when I was a boy—like I was still her little miracle.

“Of course I have. These aren’t bills. Most of them are invitations or business propositions from companies. So, how’s Sweet Perfect? Have you heard from Sophia?” She shrugs as she leads me to the kitchen and rummages through Aidan’s fridge. “Sweet Perfect is doing great. That intern we hired, Summer, is amazing. She knows her shit. As for Sophia, she called yesterday, but I couldn’t understand her over the sound of her moaning while Micah banged her. It was so hot that I had to find Hunter to relieve me ─ if you know what I mean.” She mutters with a sly smile.

I stopped drinking and partying excessively and dated a few times; until, eventually, the pain became a dull ache. That was the moment that Chelsea and I became more than stepdaughter and stepmother. She was my friend and the mother I always wanted. I never told her that the man who had broken my heart was Micah, and she never asked. Pulling my thoughts away from the past, I rise when the bus makes a stop next to the shops near Central Park. It’s after six o’clock, and the sun is going down when I get to one of my closest friends’ shop. Maleah and Sage both own a small dessert shop near downtown Manhattan called Sweet Perfect. Maleah is a baker, and Sage is the one that takes care of promoti

Susie asked, lowering her voice a little. “Know about what?” “About you, you know, working at Subway?” “Oh hell no,” I said, shaking my head. “If she knows, she would definitely kill me. It’s a secret between us. All of us.” Susie nodded, understanding. We continued eating in comfortable silence for a moment before she perked up again. “Are you watching the new season of Love Place? That reality dating show?” “Not yet. How is it?” I asked, genuinely curious.

“No way.” Inside, the air was cool and sweet-smelling, with retro black and white tiles that reminded Amy of an old-fashioned soda fountain. The teenage girl behind the counter looked bored until she spotted them, then straightened up with the practiced customer service smile of someone who’d been trained to appear enthusiastic about frozen dairy. “Welcome to Sweet Endings,” she recited. “Today’s special is the Cherry Blossom Blast.” They studied the menu board, Amy deliberating between her usual strawberry and something more adventurous.