Sweet Life Novels & Stories

I'm frozen, skin burning, chest heaving. He leans in one last time, his whisper threading through the noise. "Consider yourself saved." Saved. The word tastes bitter. Because it doesn't feel like salvation. It feels like exposure. Like humiliation. Like he just made me a pawn in a game I swore I'd never play. Before I can say anything, the bottle clinks again, laughter spilling over me like poison. The circle closes in, hungry for the next victim. But I can still feel his mouth on mine, his whisper in my ear, his eyes warning, daring, promising all at once.

Laura - The house in the suburbs The kiss that awakens me is sweet. Hot lips slip cleanly over the skin of my nape, igniting a thrilling amount of pleasure. I’m in no mood for sex, but his touch offers another form of delight I’ll gladly take. A sense of peace washes over me, rinsing away everything bad; my bleak existence; the fear that takes hold every morning when I see that I'm alive.

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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.”

Her medical intuition wanting to examine it more but her stomach thought differently, prompting her to bite into the cucumber and eat. “mhmm, this is so good” she confessed. “I know right” Joshua agreed. “there are watermelons too, and garden eggs.” Cordelia said from afar, having gone into the farm to explore it. “there’s pineapples too, and straw berries, and carrots. OMG it’s like a banquet for vegetables .” Anita cried. “this is really nice, this solves our problem of food for the now.” Baji said but still hesitant as he took a close look at a tomato fruit.

I know you're not tired of understanding me, so this is me now because of you, I love you Don't think it's over. Not even able to talk to you. you are still here in my heart, because you taught me how to appreciate. [Jroa & Bosx1ne:] Even if we're not together now, the ala ala always come back Let's see when you were still taking care of me I wish you knew I love you. Even if we're not together now, the ala ala always come back. Let's see when you were still taking care of me.

She poured herself a glass of refreshing lemonade and sat by the window, watching the world go by outside. The sun was now high in the sky, casting a warm glow over the neighborhood. Children played in the nearby park, their laughter echoing through the air. Birds chirped in the trees, adding to the symphony of sounds that filled the day. Feeling content and at peace, Hazel reflected on the simple pleasures of life – the joy of fresh produce, the warmth of community, and the satisfaction of providing nourishing meals for herself and her loved ones. In a world filled with chaos and uncertainty, these moments of tranquility and connection were what kept her grounded and grateful.

She savored each peaceful moment, finding contentment in the sounds of birds chirping, the gentle breeze rustling through the trees, and the laughter of loved ones. With the weight of the battle lifted, Selena found time to focus on the things that brought her true happiness. She rekindled old passions and discovered new ones, immersing herself in activities that nourished her soul. She spent hours in her garden, tending to her flowers with love and care, finding joy in the beauty that bloomed under her fingertips.

It seems like Ares and I was in a trance just staring at each other, his eyes piercing into my soul. " here's your foo- Oh I'm sorry" Celia says politely as she places the food infront of us on the table. Ares moves away from me and suddenly I miss the warmth he gave me. He gives Celia a dimple smile as he thank her for our food, she smiles at us as she walks away back to the kitchen. I look down at my plate that ares placed infront of me and my stomach growls as I take in the masterpiece on the plate, a huge waffle in the middle and it's surrounded by different chocolate syrup and there's whipped cream and strawberries. I lick my lips as I smile at the food infront if me.

It's just your typical view when you see everyone back at school. I ignore all of them and look for a certain person. Elena nudges me, pointing to a boy striding over to us. His wild, untame, ash-blond hair bounces as he takes his steps—wait, what conditioner does he use? I need it—and his blue eyes gleam with happiness. The crowd literally parts for him, because this, ladies and gentlemen, is Reese Sultan. The school's very own golden boy.