Sweet Things That Kill 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.”

She was raising her eyebrow at me. "No, because of safety issues..." I started kissing her, and put my hands on her back, making her moaned to my touches. "You can Google it if you don't believe me, but there are more dangerous things than riding a bike. Even the death rate from influenza is way higher than motorcycle accidents. Then there's drug overdose, even sex is more dangerous than riding a bike, the rate of sexually transmitted infections are rising every year. Motorcyclists are getting more aware, and careful with their gear and maintenance. Then there's owning a gun, and I really have to mention reckless driving with people using their phone in the cars. Seriously I could go on and

"I'll have to kill so many people;mostly boys but it'll be nothing I can't handle." "Does your mother know how filthy your mind is?". I ask him. "Like way dirtier than a sewer?". "It's not like you don't like what comes out of my mouth." He sniggers. "My goodness!". I slap a palm to my forehead in exasperation. "And you wonder why I keep saying you're not good for my health." "Sweet things aren't good for anyone's health. Causes heart attacks, sometimes death." He says. "You can never say no to candy sweetheart, or can you?".

So, you can come over now. I pressed send, before I moved to load some of the groceries in the kitchen. Our dorm room consists of two bedrooms each with a bathroom, a handy living room and a kitchen. After putting everything away, I decided to bake some cupcakes for Peter and Sarah. As Peter said, you can never have a bad day after taking sweets, which is meant to be facts but I am not sure if he is correct. Sometimes too much sweets causes harm to the body system and most of us don’t want to believe. I in particular never wanted to believe until I got admission into the nursing department and learnt about the harms of taking sugar.

The look on his face has me melting "I love you too, Ber. Goodnight" A/N: Let's play a small game. Who would you kiss, hug, slap, kill or marry among Strawberry, Chocolate, Cream, Caramel, Vanilla and Doctor Sweet?

Isabella's POV The kitchen smelled of fresh coffee and toast the next morning, a facade of normalcy that made my stomach churn. Mom bustled around, humming off-key as she poured herself a mug, adding her usual splash of creamer from the fridge. I watched her from the breakfast nook, my phone hidden in my lap where I'd been scrolling through discreet online forums about poisons. Ethylene glycol antifreeze. Odorless, sweet-tasting, deadly in small doses over time. I could buy a bottle at the auto store, siphon some out, and mix it into that creamer bottle. She'd sip it daily, none the wiser, until her kidneys failed. "Natural causes," the doctors would say. And Daddy? He'd turn to me for comfo

Emma asked as she looked at Jazlyn who had been silent since her last question. "I think I just miss Ace a little. You know, for the past two years my life has only been with him," replied Jazlyn. Emma nodded her head slowly and looked straight ahead again. "I'm taking you to try some of the wedding cakes I'm going to use for the wedding. And maybe some cupcakes too. Don't you really like that?" Jazlyn shook her head. "I don't like cupcakes since I've been with Ace. You know, he really hates sweets, so I can't eat them that freely," Jazlyn replied as she exhaled.

he looked shocked to hear my cold tone all of a sudden “The Mafia boss who killed your parents, his name is Marcus Davila. He is one of the richest underworld mafia’s and is known for being ruthless. News confirms that he is very ill and is about to pass away in few months. He has announced to distribute his property in between his two sons, Gabriel Davila and Christopher Davila and his two twin daughters Cassie Davila and Suzie Davila, and the two culprits who were involved in the murder were Noah Swan and Luke Adams who are enjoying their luxurious lives with their family.

she begged. I didn't have time to dig deeper before she smashed our lips together. Those soft, silky lips devoured me. Burning me from the inside and I couldn't stop it, I didn't want to. Snaking my hand around her waist and pulling her flush against me as I tugged on her bottom lip, colliding my tongue with hers. The taste of strawberry daiquiri tickling my taste buds from the sweetness she emits. It was euphoric, my brain, a mess with only thoughts of her as our lips danced together. A gentle slow dance that heated and turned into something sensual.

, where everyone is enveloped by petals that don't have a branch to hold on to, but don't fall like dry leaves, but thrive in the flavor of nothingness. Adam comes out and both he and those circling the entrance of the company are perplexed by the spectacle. His fingers try to pick up some or other petal that falls and after three attempts, he succeeds. First he strokes it to feel the softness and then the scent, then on his face appears the smile of a genius who has something splendid to show the world.... ━━━━━━✧♛✧━━━━━━ " You're a genius, baby! Almond blossoms paired with Colombian Miltonia orchid?! What an intriguing aroma!"