Sweeter Than Fiction Charleston Novels & Stories

This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things - Taylor Swift 🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯 The day I had was wonderful, it was so much fun on a safari to the grass garden. Even though any special people do not accompany me, I'm still happy because it's so peaceful and impressive. Why did Gerald never invite me here first? I prefer a place like this to a mall or a park full of crowds. Because in a place like this, the moment that is created is intimate, profound and full of warmth. I'm sure Gerald never knew this place.

Locus Pov* What's happening to me? I promised myself not to fall for her after what happened 30 years ago. I was lost in my own thoughts when I heard a knock on the door OMG this girl "why didn't you leave when I asked you"? I shouted through the room. The door cracked open when Charlotte came in. I set up my set. "I came to check if you need anything else before I leave? Charlotte asked. "No you can leave, I'm leaving too," I said as I grabbed my jacket and left the room walking past Charlotte.

Instead, it was a text from an unsaved number, though she knew exactly who it was. “Still thinking about my taste?” Sloane gasped, her grip tightening on the phone. Her heart hammered against her ribs, and a sudden, traitorous heat flooded her pelvis. She wanted to block the number, to scream, to throw the phone across the room. Instead, she stared at the screen for five minutes, her breathing becoming shallow. She didn't reply, but the seed of craving had been planted. That evening, the mandatory league mixer arrived. It was a high-end event designed for networking, filled with wealthy donors and arrogant executives. Sloane hated these things, but she had no choice. She wore a sharp, tailor

Hey everyone! it feels good dropping you straight into the danger again! Things are heating fast...Charlotte’s web is extending beyond borders, and poor Luca might be paying the price. 😭 Tell me in the comments: did you expect this twist at the docks?

Charlotte opened her mouth wide, enjoying the cookies she just fed. “Just now you said my mouth is sweet, what about my hands? Does it taste sweet too?” “Hmm, how do I explain it, huh…” Gabriel widened his mischievous smile, bringing his head closer to Charlotte's. "Does it taste sweeter than sugar?" "That said, even if I drink bitter coffee it tastes really sweet thanks to your hands," said Charlotte blushing. “As expected you would put it like that. Then, what about my lips? Does it taste sweet too?” Gabriel teased her even more while stroking Charlotte's soft cheeks.

He was so near that she now smelled his sweet perfume , the body perfume which was now making her become weaker and to make it worse with the position they were in she realized that his chest was resting on one of her breasts . Author's note To be continued ............

And while he had bitten the ogres, he hadn’t swallowed their blood, unconsciously knowing it was poison to him. The last person he’d drunk from was Grace. He’d gulped from her neck, her taste so decadent he’d wanted to stay there forever. And maybe he would have. Maybe he would have drained her if the thought of losing her had not slammed through him. That, followed by the thought of sampling the heaven between her legs, had driven him to leave her neck and descend. And he’d never been so glad to end a meal. Between her legs, she was sweeter than the nectar of honeysuckle.

she teased as he handed over cash for yet another item. “Good” he replied simply, brushing his thumb across her lower lip. “You deserve to be spoiled” They stopped at a street-food stall near the edge of the square… brightly colored umbrellas strung with beautiful lights, plastic tables and chairs scattered around a sizzling grill. Charlotte insisted on street food; she wanted the real experience. They ordered poutine loaded with cheese curds and gravy, crispy fish tacos topped with mango salsa, and two cold bottles of local craft beer. They sat close on a shared bench, their thighs touching, shoulders brushing, feeding each other bites between laughter and stolen kisses

I turned off my phone as I did not want to see her texts anymore. Although I already knew the truth, every message still felt like a blade stabbing straight into my chest. I couldn't stop crying. At least this betrayal would be over soon. Once I left Frostholm Isles, I would disappear. The next morning, Lorenzo and I arrived at the airport. Just as we reached the boarding gate, Marjorie sent a new message. "I heard you two are traveling? Going back to where you first met? "You think returning there will make him remember his old feelings and choose you again?