Sweet Library Novels & Stories

She sipped on her cocktail and continued with her explanation. "That said, we have millionaires and billionaires as clients here Lorraine. That's why we keep it close. There are no sluts, whores, nor strippers in our list of sugar babies, almost all of them are socialites just like yourself. Most will want to have sex with you. While the older daddies, usually just want the companion of a beautiful young woman by their side. Just because they can. As for boundaries of sex, that's for you and your sugar daddy to talk about, and will remain private amongst you both." My turn on sipping my cheap soda. But she quickly ordered my favorite vodka cherry. "It's on me, just because you took your time

His pointed nose complemented his prominent cheekbones. "And that's Amara Zhane Constantine." I focused my attention on the one and only girl in their group. Unlike me, who has paperwhite skin, she had a burnished complexion. When Alistair spoke, her gleaming, heavenly-white teeth flashed as she smiled. Her pointed nose, red lips, and beautiful brown eyes stood out. Her graceful and elegant actions captivated me. I think I've found another girl crush! "Of course, there is Zeeve Maxim Bullecer."

The word forgiveness is not enough to alleviate the pain I gave him. I didn’t even think about it. I crossed the gap between us to hug him tightly. I heard his soft laughs and his tight hug in between my burst of emotion. As usual, it was still nice to be locked in his arms. His sweet smell and the strong heartbeat that sounded like music to my ears were still delicious. I will definitely miss him so much. I will surely miss everything about him. His sweetness. His loving touch and his warm and soothing hug. I will definitely miss all of that.

Katherine responds, but Lily doesn't give in until Macken signals the two to be quiet and enjoy their meal together. Kenny took out his phone to take a picture as a souvenir. The whole room was warm, making everyone smile with happiness. At this point, Katherine and Lily quietly listened to Macken's story. He said that each dish has its own story, just as everyone has their own story. Finding a delicious dish does not need to be too extravagant and rare, but just a dish that makes us feel good, just like finding a person next to you, you don't need them to be perfect, just them. It makes us feel warm. Macken believes that outside the door of the house, no matter how stormy it is, inside, as

Lila fell asleep quickly, silently crying as I ran my fingers through her hair, trying to soothe her but not wanting to make her uncomfortable. I want to show her support without making her uncomfortable in any way. I think she was just so mentally exhausted and overwhelmed that her mind needed time to recover. I can feel the pain radiating through our bond. She is devastated at the news. I stayed with her for a couple of hours, falling asleep as I inhaled her scent. Bonds can be a funny thing. We have a scent as a wolf that is unique to us. We can all smell each other, but our mates will always smell delicious to us. When they smell Lila, she will smell like cherries and almonds, but for me

he chuckled as he asked her. “I heard,” Scar said. “Mouse, this is more like an audition than anything else.” He said softly. “An audition for what?” she asked as she looked around. “To find the perfect baby.” He said. “What?” She asked as she met his eyes. “Your friend must be one if she was able to get you in here. It is a closed event.” He said. “A baby, you know sugar, baby.” “A sugar baby?” She asked. “Sweetheart, you know nothing about any of this, do you?” he asked, taking in her wide eyes.

They are so beautiful and unequal. Her scent, holy hell. I have always loved that scent but smelling it again made my mind off. The air was saturated with the intoxicating fragrance of honey and milk, a sensory symphony that delicately permeated the surroundings. The sweet, golden notes of honey intertwined with the creamy richness of milk, creating an olfactory dance that stirred a profound sense of desire and need.

Without waiting any longer, Sugar Aquarius gobbled up that pinky challenging womanhood valley right in front of him. Evania sighed, howled and growled quite long this time. She felt as though her feet hadn’t been touching the ground anymore. She felt as though her soul had been fluttering up to the heavenly horizon up there. She sensed as though there’d been quite a lot of butterflies fluttering here and there inside her stomach. She thought that she wanted this happiness, exhilaration as well as enjoyment to last as long as possible. “Keeping saying my name, Eva Sweetheart… Keeping saying that you love me, Eva Sweetheart… I like to hear it…” tweeted Sugar Aquarius again before he continued

The morning light spilled softly through the corridor where Anana and Elia stood. Anana leaned close slowly, her voice a whisper of mischief. “Elia, do you know,” she began, her lips curving in a secret smile, “that the sweetest bread in the whole Crimson Blood Pack comes from the Master’s oven himself? Golden crust, soft as clouds, and sweet enough to make you forget your name.” Elia’s eyes widened like a child hearing a fairytale. “Really?” she gasped. “The sweetest in the whole pack?”

Rebecca stands at the top of the stairs, just inches from where I halted with one of her sweetest smiles plastered to her pretty face. “I have something for you,” she says in that sickly sweet tone that drives me insane. The thing about Rebecca, besides her being the Beta's daughter and Ace’s girlfriend, is that her sweetness is saccharine. It’s fake and too sweet then leaves you with a bitterness on your tongue and in your soul. It’s like she is trying too hard to win Miss Congeniality in a beauty contest.