Sweet Tooth Age Rating Novels & Stories

Brianna chipped in. I turned to her with raised brows and scoffed. "You've never considered me perfect enough. There was always a flaw you found in me. Well tough news, I'm not a perfect kid, not like Oscar or near him. I'm fucking flawed. I'm sick in the head and physically and I control it to try and give you what you want but you just don't fucking see it. All you do is freaking damage me. Reputation this, reputation that, do I flaw your reputation that much?" I asked scoffing. I was hurt but my tired, low tone sounded calmer than the rage erupting inside me. "I tried my best! I just want to be a normal teenager. You let Oscar be and do whatever he wants but me? Es eso asi?" I bit my lip

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.

It almost hurts my hot skin. “All the sweets.” Mykhol smiles. He means to be cheerful, but I feel myself grow clamy. A bad taste fills my mouth suddenly. “I don’t think I want cake right now.” The idea sounds off-putting. “No?” Mykhol is shocked. So am I. I don't want sweets? Since when? I always like sweets. “What do you want?” “I…” I pause. It is odd, but the idea makes me noxious. The sound of sweets feels all wrong. I feel myself slightly gagging at the thought of all the sugar and frosting.

Liam stared at the puffy swirl like it had personally insulted his stock portfolio. “It’s… pink.” “Yes.” “It’s… spun sugar?” “Yes.” “Why is it sentient?” I took a giant bite and grinned. “Try it.” He pinched a bit, sniffed it like it was radioactive, then reluctantly popped it into his mouth. His eyebrows shot up. “Oh. Oh no. I like this.” “Told you.” “I could destroy a dozen of these.” “I will monitor your sugar intake.” “You will pry this from my cold, sticky fingers.”

«It’s a decoy. Don’t even try it. It’s sweetened with stevia and I don’t know how much other bullshit.» «What?! Don’t play with sacred dessert!» I signed back, lifting myself a little to pinch off a piece between my fingers. I put it in my mouth, and the taste of “fake sugar” hit instantly. I dropped back into the chair, genuinely offended. “What kind of fucking torture is this? Who killed the Peeps in here and declared this place the Castle of Bitterness?” the words flew out of my mouth before I could stop them. The light-brown-haired guy barked out a laugh that echoed through the dining room, and Nino watched me, nodding.

He says taking a bite of his. “Your loss,” I say, putting it in my mouth. “Why don’t you like sweet things? I also noticed you also did not have any candy floss at the carnival.” “It’s not healthy.” I gasped dramatically, dropping my cutlery on the plate and placing a hand on my chest and the other on my head. “Wait, are you diabetic? Is that why you don’t like sweet things?” I inquired. “No, I am not diabetic.” “Then why don’t you like sweets? There must be a story.”

She says simply and I laugh at his face, getting outed by a 7-year-old. “What flavor did you get?” I ask her. “Cherry currant and toffee surprise, I got two scoops!” She giggles as she runs the length of the apartment. “And this is why she doesn’t get sugar, Marshall.” I say gesturing to her as we watch Maddie dealing with her sugar high. “I guess it’s a good thing whatever Tyson is taking us to is full of walking.”

" I'm too lazy to look him in the eye. Suddenly he steps forward, snatches the lollipop out of my mouth and puts it in his own mouth. ”You!” I was shocked and angry. He shamelessly spread his hands: "What's wrong? I saved your life and got you breakfast. Don't you deserve a little reward?" 'Suit yourself! If I stay with him any longer, he could really piss me off. But he was very proud, the lollipop smacked loudly: "This candy tastes so sweet." "Hehe." I sneered. He leaned close to my ear again: "It must be because it adds spices that other sugars don't." What is it?"

We both leaned in at the same time and took a bite. The moment the hot sauce hit my tongue, I grinned. It was exactly as good as I remembered — sweet, tangy, with that perfect little kick. But Nyla’s reaction was even better. Her eyes widened dramatically, and she let out a little surprised moan as she chewed faster, fanning her mouth with her free hand. “Wow, it’s actually really nice!” she said, nodding enthusiastically, still chewing. “Even with chips! The sweetness hits first, then that little kick… it’s like my mouth is dancing!”

Just looking at the boxes makes me crave them! I can even remember how it tastes in my mouth! I don’t know if I can fight this desire! “Madam.” There, just when I was struggling between the promise I made to myself and my strong sudden craves, the cashier suddenly called me from the counter. She pouts and points at the DeLafees with her lips, “You’ll get a 10% discount for that if you have a Sweet Toothie membership.” she said. It seems like she is aware that I was struggling because of the high price of the chocolates.