Sweeter Tweet Novels & Stories

I got my bouquet, I got a question, are you trying to give me diabetes or perhaps get me hooked on sugar? It takes him a few minutes before he texts me back. ... oh no, the only thing I'd want you hooked on is me Stormie and I'd never make you sick! do you not like sweets? .... the only time I really have sweets is when I'm suffering monthly, I'm not too crazy about sweets but thank you though, it's just the sugar rush of energy I needed to get through the afternoon ... you're very welcome Stormie ... what are you up to though?

Call me selfish but I want Sweety as my daughter only. *

@Mia: @Grace @Leah let's just do it, make her body thin all of a sudden hahaha. Grace, Leah, and Mia used twitter to release their evil thoughts that had been running through their heads when Evie was first elected to the seminar committee. They held back the thoughts, but the embankment holding them back collapsed at the sight of Grace's chirping. One thing they forgot that night: everyone on their timeline saw all their tweets. People who agree with them will find their tweets funny and entertaining. However, those who don't agree will really regret their tweets. However, the worst thing is: Evie is one of their followers and she cries while reading their tweets.

Hundreds of boxes stacked at the front desk, the dark red fruit piled into little mountains. A young girl from HR ran up. "Mr. Bassett… we're really doing this?" "Yes." "And the campaign?" "Do it." By three in the afternoon, the company's official account posted. The photos were meticulously arranged: cherries spilling onto velvet cloth, a company-logo card beside them, handwritten words: [Sweetness fills the New Year.] Caption: [This New Year, we don't want money. Just sweetness.] The comments exploded. The first few praised it.

The latest tweets read: “Girls, S. is holding a LOUIS VUITTON LIMITED today. Do you guys believe that a college girl could afford that? I don’t. [picture]” “NE: Damn. Scarlett’s new sneaker is my FAVORITE. I tried to reserve one, but I failed because you know what, only FIFTY PERSONS IN THIS PLANET got it! God, that man must be wealthy. #ScarlettMorrisIsABitch” But these offensive tweets didn’t last long because people soon found out that most of the updates were just using some fake news or photoshopped pictures to court more followers and keep their attention. The truth was, of course, that Scarlett Morris was poor.

“What is it?” Evan took a deep breath and faintly said, “Mr. Sadler posted on Twitter this morning.” Michael frowned and said nothing. Evan took out his phone and said, “Mr. Sadler said ‘someone’s cuteness’ made his day.” Suddenly, the atmosphere inside the office turned cold! After he showed Michael the post, there was another trending post by Jonah. Jonah had posted twice on Twitter about a mysterious woman. Judging from the caption, everyone could guess who that mysterious woman was!

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.

it's sooo sweet. she sobbed in my arms....and started pushing me.....she didnt know i will hug her as much as I want..even....of course i will kiss her also today...because she became mine... i made her wear a simple necklace..in this necklace there has a small ring with red ruby...and don't forget this tracker in it......i knew i was mad ...but only for her 😌 After giving the necklace... i kissed his forehead...she closed her eyes tightly and made her body freeze...I liked the submission in her body...but I knew she was not submissive...

My mother was quiet for a few seconds. "That's good. If you don't want to stay at school, come home." "Okay." After hanging up, I opened Twitter. The top trending tag was: #InfluencerSunnyFallsFromCliff. The second was: #MomentTheRopeSnapped. The third was: #LenaMacmillan. I tapped into the third one. The pinned post was from a gossip account.

On her way there, she checked her WhatsApp to confirm every detail and contingency for the wedding with the team. Then, she found a livestream channel she'd bookmarked and tapped in. On camera, a glamorous influencer greeted the audience. "Hello, everyone! Today, by the bride's invitation, we're attending a wedding and broadcasting it live…" Noelle stared at the phone screen, a cold, dark light glinting in her eyes.