Sweet Life Novels & Stories

I told him. “I will and always love you sweet caramel.” “Locus I’m….i’m pregnant, you're going to be a father.”

Omg! I'm sorry about the tittle Gary, but it just tickled my fingers to write it down... Gary: Right... mehh...I'm good . . . . I got to the hotel room stated on the keycard after a quick stop at the drugstore for condoms. Damn this sugar thing might have its perks, after all, no wonder all the babies are happy. Shit! I really must be in and out of this thing. I really don't want to get too comfortable and get sucked into this lifestyle.

The answer came easily. Because it was true. The hearing situation had improved. Work was going well. Her friends were thriving. The upcoming dinner no longer felt stressful. Life wasn't perfect. But it felt balanced. And after everything she'd been through, balance felt wonderful. The path curved toward a small lake. Sunlight reflected across the water. People walked nearby. Children played in the distance. Ordinary life. The sight made Selena unexpectedly emotional. Because for so long she'd wanted this. Not perfection.

I reply. "Honey, no man can have a nightmare about a beautiful woman like you. Sleep well," Connor replies, and I blush as he sends me a kiss emoji. I reply goodnight with the same emoji, knowing this is the start of a beautiful relationship between Connor and me. I just hope it lasts and that I do not get hurt.

When Suzan noticed that Arya wasn't playing around, she hissed and marched out, shoving some of the other workers out of her way. "You were amazing, Miss!" Kayla complimented with stars in her eyes making Arya smile. To Arya, Kayla was like a breath of fresh air in a stuffy place. It was one of the reasons that Arya saw her as a little sister even though their age difference was only one year. "Make me a cup of coffee, I'll be in my room. Don't take too long, Allison would be here soon." Arya said while walking out of the kitchen.

"Araminta, Hazel, probably Thorne too...Oh Goddess, they knew! Nobody told me. I...What if someone else, someone dangerous, had found out...I..." “Breathe, Apple, breathe," Sly grasps my hands firmly. "You’re safe here. I'm with you. You can glow, scream, rage--nobody can see you except for me." A tear rolls down my face and he reaches forward to hold my cheek in his palm, his thumb wiping away my sorrow as a light autumn rain begins to fall, dripping through the dense overhang of trees outside the cave. The comforting smell of moist earth calls to me and I sense the vines growing along the forest path, the birds in the trees. Being a witch is a gift and a curse.

She bid farewell to Alessandro and stepped back into the Tuscan morning, feeling grateful for this slice of la dolce vita (the sweet life). Roslyn strolled through the winding paths of the lush garden, the scent of blooming flowers and fresh cut grass enveloping her. She had always found solace in this serene oasis, where the gentle rustle of leaves and chirping birds created a soothing melody.

Mom and I looked up at the same time. Guilty, Dad looked away under our furious stares. "A house is a prerequisite for marriage! Abigail is young, after all, and she's never had a hard day in her life. I can't exactly have her living on a construction site, can I? "It works out perfectly, anyway. You go over and handle the cleanup. It saves money on a professional deep clean, and doesn't that help you out too?" Acting casual, he reached out to grab Mom.

she whispered and Mike mimicked her position, laying low and turned to look. A buck outside their window, feasting on some low shrubs, accompanied by some naughty squirrels jumping around. Mike took a long-inhaled air, much-needed oxygen replenishing. Such a majestic animal, dappled with royalty even when they are bowed at his most delicate moment. Mike looked over his shoulder at Sarah and there was a glitter of light in her eyes, like a child who had just seen a free ice-cream truck across the street. A smile found its way to his lips. He slipped his arms across her shoulder and pulled her close, which she welcomed and enjoyed the remaining of the show.

she wisely ends with a smile. "Good!. I must say, I love your audacity,- And I'm happy to know that you love being alive. So, if you care so much about your life, and want to live longer, take your envious eyes off, my forbidden fruit." I pout "You can leave!"