Sweet Lies Novels & Stories

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’d loved me. Until I dumped him. Sighing, I sank back against the vinyl booth and eyed the door. Maybe Wes was going to stand me up. A small, petty little way to get back at the girl who’d broken his heart. I picked up a packet of artificial sweetener and began shaking it. Around me, the stares were obvious. In the corner, Dottie Daniels, founding member of the Blue-Haired Biddies, sipped her tea and sent poisonous looks my way. For a nice old lady, she sure did have the evil eye down.

“I said a lot of things that night, including how you were the sweetest thing I had ever had. Of course, all of that was a lie. Surely, you didn’t think I was actually telling the truth?” He shook his head. “Will it kill you to be sweet just once? I mean, you’re asking to fuck me, can’t you conjure up any iota of sweetness?” I chuckled as I undid my zip. “You’ll get sweetness from Ivy, not from me. Sweetness doesn’t get you anything. Instead, it gets you played, it ruins you…”

Honey" he called as he entered their bedroom. The room looked more like a five star suite. The queen size bed was seated on the centre and with a few couches and a glass table occupying the bareground. At the far end, was a dressing table where Crystal was seated with a phone in her hand. "Sweetheart, what are you doing?" He said walking towards her. "Wow, Are you trying to choose a model for our upcoming project?" Mervin asked, peeping into Crystal's phone. "Tell me, is she not beautiful?" Crystal said, not bothering to look at Mervin.

After the meat was fully marinated, Katherine motioned for Kenny to take the meat 'on vacation'. That night, Home Sweet Home opened quite early to handle a large number of visitors. Macken has to put on his signature industrial friendly face when he greets customers, which makes it a little funny to see him trying to be as jovial as possible with the guests. As for Katherine, she calmly directed the kitchen and most importantly tried to stay calm. At exactly nineteen o'clock in the evening, the boy from the Baby Pop store appeared with an army of more than ten men and women following in droves. Katherine's business card had just been placed on the table when Macken smiled and led the young m

But today, imma take it slow because what I'm doing right now is making love to her and I want her to know and feel my love. The second my lips made contact with her, she jerked and I smiled. She tastes so good, kinda like how she smells strawberry and pines Then, I full on started my assault on her with both my tongue and lips. Applying the right pressure at the right time and after a few minutes, I watched her spasm. It started with her legs shaking and her eyes rolling, then her while body vibrating, realising the perfect liquid. The look on her face when she trashed around during her release made think of one word 'euphoria'.

Belinda laughed at me and told me never to give him too much sweets again. I had to admit to her that we had to clean his room the following day and put him in a shower. But he was in a very foul mood. Luckily, my parents' servants did an excellent job cleaning their house. From there on, I gave him only food and a lot of vegetables at night. I did not even give him one sweet. He also didn't want any sweets because he was still feeling well from the lost bunch of sweet things he ate. He said he didn't want any sweets for the following year. I know it won't last that long, but sometimes Connor can be a little dramatic. Belinda only laughed at our attics. Today, she is coming home with little

He didn't smell bad, but his shirt was wet with sweat, and he might get sick again. "No, Mommy. It's just too hot here," he replied and took a bite of the cupcake. Styx grabbed the shirt and helped our son wear it. I sat back on the bed and took a cupcake. The design was simple, but it looked delicious. There was chocolate syrup on top and some icing. I took a bite, and it tasted so good it was like the heavens sang. I gave him an approving sign. "Delicious." He smiled and leaned forward to kiss my temple. "Thank you."

I asked lifelessly. "Yes, Josh!" she replied with a wide smile. I took the cupcakes from her, and then I handed them to Ramil, who was beside me, surprising him. "Bro, you should have given this to me later—" Ramil whispered to me, but I cut him off. "I don't like sweets," I said bluntly to the girl in front of me. Her expression changed abruptly again from surprise to softening, and a sweet smile returned to her lips. "Sorry, I didn't know. You don't like sweets, but you always accept everything I gave to you. You appreciate everything I do," she said to me.