Sweet Tooth Clown Novels & Stories

Carson, another teacher, English major, was hired in the same school she is working. Will Casy continue on sugarcoating despite of what she feels for Kate? Or will she pursue her love and face the inevitable death? - Title: Stop Sugarcoating, Baby Written by: aristeia_maria 2020®

He made crude jokes - she rolled her eyes and pretended that he wasn't hysterical. Our introductions were easygoing and pleasant. His first words were: I'm a Sugar Daddy, sweet thing. Want to ditch the brooding snore fest and come live in sugary bliss with us? All the while Crystal, his girlfriend, stood next to him, nodding with a smile. If looks could kill, he'd be dead. That vein in Hendrix's forehead throbbed, while I bit my lip hard in order not to laugh. A snort still escaped, and my pain-in-the-ass Daddy softened a bit.

“You have a friend like Kayla. And you know her. Probably better than I do. Yet, you can't hide what you are. Good job, though. You saved your friend where I'm absent.” The clown smiled from ear to ear. “What’re friends for?” Then the clown’s eyes were perusing through him. “You’re shivering.” He sniffed in. “You smell like medications. And I think I smell your illness. What happened to your beast? How dead is it?”

Trying to prevent myself from falling victim into Bobby Goodwin’s hands, I leave as soon as Jamie’s breakfast is ready to go. Just when I am walking up the street planning to return to Minerva, a candy shop named Sweet Toothie catches my attention. On the display rack by the window, I see boxes in brown arranged neatly on it. On the brown boxes, gold words are seen on the lid. It says DeLafee. “DeLafee!” So this is the shop Victor mentioned last night, there are retail packages! I can get one without going to Chocolate Hut and order that fancy fountain!

Only one was available, the same one she had rested from earlier. Kent suddenly got up and offered, “You can take mine, Zia.” “Oh, no. That’s not necessary,” Clint quickly said. He put his arm around Zia and declared, “We like to cuddle. One is enough for us. Isn’t that right, Sweet Lips?” “Um.” Zia smiled brightly. She put her arm around Clint’s lean waist and said, “Yes, that’s right. I love cuddling with my Cuddle Muffin.” “Ah, my Sweet Lips,” Clint said with a smirk.

I carefully inspected if the claw was already in the right position, and when I was certain-I pressed the button. I waited with bated breath, and my eyes widened when I successfully got the plushie he wanted. "Yes! We won!" Greyson tightly hugged the toy, and it puts a smile on my face. "Are you happy?" He smiled brightly. "Thank you, Cleo. You are so good at this." I shrugged my shoulders and feigned a smug expression. "Do you want ice cream?" His eyes sparkled. "Yes! I want the winter melon flavor, please."

"E for Elephant." "That's good!" She handed over the stuffed toy to Joanna who took it with so much joy and happiness. However, Lauretta finally returned her gaze to me and I mouthed a quick thank you to her. She twitched her lips. "She is also my sister, Jennie. I ought to do these things for her." she looked at us both with furrowed brows. "where are you guys off to?" I inhaled deeply and exhaled afterward. "We are going to the grocery store. Joanna wants cornflakes and we ran out of them."

"Can we get the fluffy pink stuff?" "Cotton candy coming up," Lucy said. They walked to a small cart where a woman was spinning sugar into massive, airy clouds. Lucy bought two large cones. She handed one to Leo and the other to Martha. Martha looked at the pink confection as if she had forgotten what to do with it. "Go on, Mom. It’s mostly air," Lucy encouraged. Martha took a small pinch of the sugar and put it in her mouth. She closed her eyes as it dissolved. Then, she took a larger bite, strand of pink sugar sticking to her cheek. She laughed out lightly and it sounded like music to Lucy.

I asked just to be sure I heard the right thing. "Yes, Chica, Sweet Tooth." Sweet Tooth was this confectionary store in town, they had all the good stuffs; ice cream, chocolates, candy, everything sweet was there. As kids it was our favorite store in the whole town, and it became our regular hangout spot in our mid-teens too. "And I was wondering if you wanted to come join me?" "At Sweet Tooth? Right now?" I was stunned, if that was the right word to describe what I was feeling right now.

I tease as he lines up for his fifth attempt. "Nothing's impossible if you're stubborn enough," he replies, and this time the ring lands perfectly. He turns to me with a small grin the plush toy in his hand. I take it our hands brushing in the process, my heart flutters at the brief contact. … We eat way too much junk food—cotton candy, funnel cake, caramel apples. It turns out Gray has a serious sweet tooth, and watching him actually smile while trying to eat a massive swirl of blue cotton candy makes something warm bloom in my chest.