Sweet Obsession Callie Rose Novels & Stories

The rest of them widened their eyes as Easton wailed, “No! My first love is gone again!” Natalie deadpanned, “Easton, this is like your 216th first love.” “F*ck off!” Easton retorted. It was already after working hours, and Sadie was working overtime, so Kayson went downstairs to meet Celeste without informing her. Celeste chortled and whispered, “We won’t have a scandal tomorrow, will we?” “I don’t think so.” Kayson smiled. Celeste took Kayson to a restaurant that served her favorite dishes. She used to cook on her own when she stayed abroad, and Kayson was not a picky eater, so he could eat anything.

With that he sits down just staring at the picture as he sips on his whiskey. (Skipping ahead- 2 days later) Toni's POV: Today we are heading back home as we do need to graduate. Our parents and the twins parents left late last night, Marina left early this morning and shockingly Ashton and Carmen left. So that left all of us, Charlie and Reina. I've noticed how they've been sneaking glances at each other or lightly touching each other when they walk by each other. Damn we are some matchmakers around her I swear. Pulling from my thoughts I finish packing up my stuff and put my bag by the front door. I walk into the living room watching Tyson kiss all over Kia's stomach as she sits there eati

I swore. "But he wants you. And I can tell why. Your blood smells sweet, like candy mixed with something wonderful," Rosie leaned down and sniffed my neck. "It makes me curious about you. But I can't let him fall in love with you, so I'm afraid I'll have to kill you." Well, that escalated.

Olivia had just entered her work room when her eyes caught something on her desk. The woman found her favorite pink rose. There was a box of sandwiches and also avocado juice in the bottle. And the avocado juice brand is the brand that the woman always buys. Her smile was perfect. Now she feels really very happy. Olivia was very happy to get a surprise like this from Andrew. The woman was already touching the receiver on the phone on her desk when her eyes caught a greeting card stuck to a flower.

HONEYMOON PART II Carla's POV Liam's sister Susie is getting married, we're still in New York. It's safe to say I love New York, not as much as I love London but if I wasn't living in London I'll very much be living in New York.

Callan locked the door behind us and immediately pulled me into a deep kiss, like he needed to remind both of us that we were still here, still together. The kiss quickly turned heated. Clothes came off in a rush. We ended up on the couch, bodies tangled, the fading link amplifying every touch. It wasn’t a performance. It wasn’t for the cameras. It was us, raw and desperate, clinging to the one thing the syndicate couldn’t take. Afterward, as we lay tangled together, Callan’s hand stroked through my hair. “We’re almost there,” he whispered. “Elodie has the recording. The evidence is mounting. One more performance at the awards and we can start the real fight.”

Oh crumbs the feeling was so harsh against her throat and her tongue seemed to burn. Truthfully it tasted like boiled vomit to her and yet Cassie was taking it like water.. However after a few minutes the feeling of boiled vomit lasted and it felt like refreshing to her tummy and strangely she craved more and more which earned her a high five from Cassie. Let's go and dance, Cassie soon spluttered after gulping the wine down and with the help of wine on Rinna's head she accepted and all walked to the floor.

And I almost lost you. Witnessing Elias’s unease, Callie was determined to ease his guilt and discomfort. She retrieved a piece of candy from her pocket and extended it to him. ‘Here you go,’ she smiled, ‘It’s for you.’ Elias raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his voice, ‘What’s this?’ ‘It’s candy,’ Callie explained. ‘Orange-flavoured, Wendy’s favourite. She gave it to me, saying that when I’m feeling down, eating something sweet can improve my mood. I don’t feel like eating it right now, so I thought you might like it.’

But Blackridge has other plans. As I step into the courtyard, voices rise. A circle has formed near the fountain, students clustered with hungry eyes. At the center stands the queen bee herself, Marissa Devereaux, holding court like it’s her birthright. She turns when she sees me, smile sharp as a blade. “Eva Sinclair,” she purrs, loud enough for everyone to hear. “Or should I say… Ava Carter?” The world tilts. My lungs seize. But no—she can’t know. She’s bluffing. Testing.