Sweet Lies Novels & Stories

Their first stop was a colourful stall selling an array of sweets, from pink plum pies and candied apples to honeycomb bread and fairy chocolate. Sarang eagerly bit into a sour candy. His eyes watered immediately as he grimaced. “It’s so sour!” He exclaimed, tapping his cheeks. “But it leaves a sweet aftertaste. What’s it called?” “Sour and sweet drops.” Lucian replied, chuckling at Sarang’s reaction. “Careful, too many will hurt your tongue.” “We should keep some for young master.” Sarang suggested and sucked on his tongue. “Next year. The sweets will go bad if we keep them.” Lucian said and stuffed a daisy cookie in Sarang’s mouth.

“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.

“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.

“Never… I’ll never let you sigh, howl and growl underneath the other men’s bodies, Eva Sweetheart… You only belong to me; you solely belong to Sugar Aquarius Minarto…” Sugar Aquarius pounced his Eva Sweetheart’s perfect, gorgeous, slim as well as sexily intoxicating body again. Their lips, mouths and tongues twisted one after another again. Their hands were seen exploring, travelling as well as adventuring on each other’s flawless, gorgeous as well as sexily intoxicating bodies. Hot bed was begun again. Words, phrases as well as sentences weren’t needed anymore. Sighing, howling and growling were soon audible throughout Sugar Aquarius’ personal room that night.

I got my bouquet, I got a question, are you trying to give me diabetes or perhaps get me hooked on sugar? It takes him a few minutes before he texts me back. ... oh no, the only thing I'd want you hooked on is me Stormie and I'd never make you sick! do you not like sweets? .... the only time I really have sweets is when I'm suffering monthly, I'm not too crazy about sweets but thank you though, it's just the sugar rush of energy I needed to get through the afternoon ... you're very welcome Stormie ... what are you up to though?

The silence was comforting like he just found his haven even though he could not understand why. “She was his drug, his first aid” They heard a knock on the door of Sweet’s dressing room and a voice saying “Sweets you’re up next!!” Sweet looked into her eyes and smiled, Selined smiled back as he took her hands and walked out of the dressing room. They walked hand in hand till he was handed the mic and asked to climb on stage. Sweet was about to get on stage but took a step back, Seline was about to ask why when he walked up to her and whisper only to her hearing “my drug”. His words send a shiver down her spine leaving tingles on the skin of her neck.

“He intends to spirit me away—just the two of us. I spent until the witching hour scouring the most secluded villas. Is it strange that I don't care where we land? I simply need him to be present.” I reached for the jar of sweets I’d scavenged from the market and tossed a handful into my mouth, turning back to my work. My heart wasn't in the brushstrokes; my soul was already leagues away. “What are you consuming?” “Sweets. I stopped at the market last night for cooling cream and honey-filled pastries, and these caught my eye.” “Serena, that’s a five-pound sack of sugar.” “Three,” I corrected, grinning around a mouthful. “The pear-scented ones are the finest.”

After a moment, I released her lips and tongue, trailing my wet kisses down to the hollow of her neck. "M-Michael, stop…" she whispered amid her panic, but she moaned near the end. Yet, when my lips traveled to a sensitive spot, she couldn't help but let out a sweet, innocent whimper. From then on, her voice turned flirtatious. As her soft moans grew more frequent with the quickening of my touch, my own restraint finally began to fray. Brushing my lips against her ear, I murmured between breaths, "Annie, do you like it when I touch you?"

asking for her code name. “I’m Sweet Sue,” she answered, grinning. Tristan was looking at them, back and forth. He is hearing everything they are talking about, but he can’t understand anything. As he is feeling disconnected, he feels irritated. ‘Is he flirting with her?’, he asked himself quietly, but he finds the idea ridiculous. “Ohh! You’re the famous Sweet Sue!” Frederick was surprised. He has heard of Sweet Sue’s works and how he helped the biggest corporation in Dale against a Black Jack attack.

In the quiet of the night, Amara stirred, her dreams interrupted by a sudden craving. With a soft sigh, she blinked her eyes open, the dim light filtering through the curtains around the room. As the haze of sleep lifted, the desire for something sweet intensified within her. She couldn't quite explain the craving, but it consumed her thoughts. She longed for something sweet, something that would melt on her tongue and fill her cravings with sweetness.