Sweet Tooth Graphic Novels & Stories

He said. “I'm trying my best, Shane,” I said. “There's no point in trying to convince you, you are addicted to sweet things,” He said and pointed at me with a serious face,“You should see a dentist, though.” “That's really funny, Shane and I don't take it as a joke. For Pete's sake, I'm an adult and my teeth is strong enough to withstand the harsh effect of sweets besides, I'm a werewolf, I'm immune to certain things and I believe fast healing is one of them.”

"-but i figured, why not spoil you a little just for one day? People don't get diabetes in a matter of a day right? " I shrug dipping a fork into the cranberry and coconut chip pie, holding back a moan. Oh, this is heavenly. "what about you? " every thing laied on the blankets are all my sweets. The boy hates peanuts and cranberry. He grins at me and pulls out his double chocolate cake with raisins "i never come unprepared. " I chuckle lightly, taking the last sip of my smoothie. It doesn't take long till we are both done filling our stomachs with excess sugar that I'm very sure would send us to the loo later in the day.

I smiled back and told everyone, “It’s very nice to meet you all. I know brains work better when they have sugar or snacks, so I have prepared a wide variety for you all to try. There is also a mini fridge here with cold drinks and a coffee bar with coffee, hot water and tea bags and cocoa mix. Please help yourself throughout the evening.” Elliot beamed, “My mate worked on those all day. If you have any questions, feel free to ask her.” Even the Fae members’ faces softened into smiles as they looked at the sugar cookies with their symbols on them. My mom got up to get a cup of coffee and whispered in my ear, “My dear, you have already won everyone over. You’ve even turned the Fae into softie

I’m hanging in there. A few seconds later, three dots danced on the screen. Grace: You can do this. 💪 Grace: What are you up to today? Me: Just finished at the station. You? Grace: I just came up with a new dessert. She added a picture. ⸻ My eyes softened instantly. A delicate plate of something golden and glossy, topped with white chocolate shavings and what looked like a drizzle of berry sauce. It was beautiful—like art that tasted good.

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.”

" 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?"

“Even with chips! The sweetness hits first, then that little kick… it’s like my mouth is dancing!” I laughed, watching her with sparkling eyes. “I know, right?” We kept eating like that — crossing arms, feeding each other chips dipped in the hot sauce, laughing every time one of us made a funny face from the spice. It felt so silly and sweet at the same time. For a few minutes, the whole world outside my room disappeared. It was just us, the crunchy chips, the addictive sauce, and the warmth of being close to each other. We had just finished the last few chips when Nyla suddenly started fanning her mouth with her hand, tongue sticking out slightly as she tried to cool it down.

I turned it over in my hands, feeling so unwilling to bite into this cute thing. “It’s sweeter than it looks,” Kyden said leaning against the stall with that glistening, warm gaze. “Just figured you could use something sweet today. You’ve been… You’re smiling a lot today. That’s new.” I raised an eyebrow, taking a small bite of the sugar wolf. It crunched under my teeth, the sweet and sharp taste melting on my tongue. “You’re gonna spoil me, you know that? Sugar paintings, market trips… what’s next? A pony?”

“I grew up in Chicago. I was in London meeting a friend when I got the interview. Now I’m going to New York and if things don’t work out, then I’m in grave trouble.” “How?” “My money is gone. Freelancing gave me side income for a while but it's not enough to survive in a city like New York or London or Chicago for that matter.” “Why only SweetHarvest Treats?” I ask abruptly. “Because they are the best. I am a graphic designer. For me, the quality of food is not the deciding standard, though I love their chocolates.” “It’s the types of images they use while advertising and the graphics on the packets of the packed food. I can give them what they want.”

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.