Novel & Cerita Sweeter Than Fiction Charleston

I want to say a huge thank you to all of you for supporting me on this journey! I love you all!! We have reached the end of ‘Sweet Treachery’, and I must say that it was a rollercoaster! Enjoy!! She had a wonderful life Filled with love and light It all ended when her pack Was invaded by the Rogues She became a fugitive Lost both parents And had to pick up The broken pieces Of her life. She was taken by Devilio, Humiliated and disgraced

“I just want you to know I respect the hustle. But I also respect the game. And right now, the game favors those who play it smart.” The subtle threat was clear. Later that evening, Elena pulled me aside. “Sophia Reyes is Theo’s perfect counterpart,” she explained. “Where Theo uses charm and calculated aggression, Sophia uses warmth and relatability. She grew up in a large Puerto Rican family in the Bronx single mother, six siblings, scraped by on food stamps. She clawed her way into Columbia on scholarships and internships, then used her story as her brand: ‘the curator who understands struggle.’ Collectors love it. It makes her seem authentic.”

It was truly a sacred place. I plopped myself down on the wooden chair and buried my head on the burrow I made with my arms on the table. I sighed deeply, not understanding the pain and supreme tiredness I was feeling. Pain and tiredness wasn't new to me but this was particularly different. I grabbed my favourite book, Othello by Shakespeare and sat, running my hand along the spine of the book. I opened the book and it landed on a page that I had a left a note in. I skimmed the page, reading the parts I had highlighted with a light blue highlighter. I took the note and read it:

That faint whiff of citrus and lavender, mixed with bakery sugar and whatever lip gloss Charlotte had stolen from Sephora last week. “Guess who brought food for her favorite emotionally unavailable ink bitch,” Charlotte sing-songed, waltzing in like the damn sun in human form. I couldn't help the smile that tugged at my mouth. “Tell me it’s lemon-pepper wings.” “And Red Vines,” Charlotte grinned, lifting the brown bag and shaking it proudly. “Because I know you secretly love chewing on something that tastes like regret and cherry plastic.” I finally turned, pulling off my gloves with a dramatic sigh. “You’re lucky you’re hot.”

Mackenzie asked Felicity. When Charlotte came back she was holding what seemed to be a package. "What's that?" Felicity asked. "A collection of the latest deeds that go on in the city," "Oh," Mackenzie remembered that Charlotte had always been interested in city life and her biggest dream was to go there, but since she couldn't due to several reasons, she indulged in buying several magazines and newspapers to savor the dream. Mackenzie felt a bit bad about that and made a mental note to tell Charlotte interesting things about Greenville later.

With Sue, one conversation could translate into getting invited for game nights and trivia Sundays that were never fun. “Well, she just took a very interesting trip to the top of the mountain,” Charlotte said, and then she proceeded to tell me a very interesting story that sounded epic but read as extremely fabricated. In this story, Sue went hiking up the mountain and found herself in a strange settlement where she met a bizarre man-like creature who put her in his house, treated her like a princess, and then made love to her senseless.

Whether it was because of the sophisticated white walls or the shiny marble floors, she would never be sure. Although her daughter would love to say it was because of the exquisite charcoal drawing that was hanging on the wall, but that couldn't be it. After all, she wasn't interested in art, no matter how much the drawing seemed to draw her in. "Correct me if I'm wrong but your daughter is 19, right?" Lillian, unlike before, asked this question with a blank face. A nod was her answer. It was clear from the atmosphere that no one liked where this was going.

Before I could stop her, she was already helping herself to the food. "So," she said between bites, "have you heard about the werewolf cruise to Moonhaven? There's this exhibition of famous paintings there right now—some ancient territory style that's suddenly super popular." I froze, the pieces suddenly connecting in my mind. "Wait. You're the one who told me about that cruise?" Charlotte nodded, reaching for another dumpling. "Yeah, remember? I mentioned it when we were talking about winter break options." I stared at her, disbelief washing over me. All this time, I'd thought the Silverstone pack had discovered my escape plans on their own. But it had been an innocent comment from Charlott

Even so, my heart felt warm and fuzzy inside. The next year, we got married, and his company took off. The first thing he did was buy the dying chocolate factory. After that, I had all the sweets I could ever want. Now, however, that sweetness was like poison, sealing off my breath. My chest felt suffocated. Before the tears could fall, I heard Ethan’s voice. “What are you looking at, babe?”

I got you before so I'll get you again. Zack's Pov. That woman is annoying. Why did she come back here? We are here at the bar today with my friends. Many women seduce me but I don't budge. I won't shoot women until I've finished what I'm doing to Angel as if my monkey friends dare. "Dude what's up with the sweetness prank of a ZACK ERVIN, does it work?" crazy question of Zyrone. "Of course. Because we know that woman really likes me hahaha," I replied proudly to them.