Sweeter Tweet Novels & Stories

A familiar string of numbers flashed before me—Felix was calling me. I quietly looked at Felix's name. Once, the mere sight of it used to make my heart race, but I realized I felt nothing at that moment. I swiped my fingertip lightly across the screen, blocking his number without any hesitation. "Let's head back to the studio, Mina. I just got hit with a new wave of inspiration." I turned off the live broadcast, rose to my feet, and smoothed out my clothes. I felt relieved as renewed determination coursed through me.

I sigh, no username found. Sucker. I stare at my account and came to a realization. Sweet ass, he might actually be searching me on Twitter too, just like what I'm doing right now. That's no fair. He's so secretive and I hate it. I began to change my Twitter username into... @tattie_tate I smile at it, "Cute." I commented. I got back into kik right away once I've seen another message from EdwardBlack1794. EdwardBlack1794: what did I do for you to seen zone me? :/

She preferred to call it "the art of conversation." What Stella didn't know was that after Keegan finished the orange, he started searching online on his phone. He searched and searched until he finally found a post by a marketing account, which provided "scientific" evidence that smaller oranges were sweeter than larger ones. He took a screenshot of the post and sent it to Trevor's phone via multimedia message. Men from Rivera were always so determined. - Felicity had completed writing the script commissioned by Stella, but she needed Stella to review it, add some details and polish it up.

I've put on makeup, and I still don't have a smile on my face. The makeup team was so awkward while doing my makeup; I don't know if they are intimidated or just afraid of me because of my position in the company. "After the party, can I borrow your private plane?" He nodded immediately. "Yes, but first, smile and show them how dangerous you are, Zy." As he said, I gave him a smile, but this time it wasn't sweet like what I had shown last time. It was an innocent smile, but when you watch it up close, you'll know how evil it is.

If Sarah thinks she will trick me again, she is making the biggest mistake of her life. Once, bitten twice shy, the saying goes. I cannot allow her to use me again. I will not allow anybody to use me again. I see her drive away, and I think I better follow her because I need to find out what she is up to. She dressed around a corner, and she stopped. I stop further away so that she does not see me. Sarah puts her head on the steering wheel of her car and starts crying. Did she know that I was following her? Is she trying to soften my heart? I am not going to fall for her tricks again. If she thinks she can soften me with tears, she is making the biggest mistake of her life.

Her voice was urgent and tinged with excitement. I rummaged through my bag, feeling around for my phone. Finally, I found it and unlocked the screen to open Twitter, and I eagerly tapped the Twitter app. As the app loaded, I couldn't help but notice that my report was trending at the very top. A surge of notifications flooded my screen, signaling the overwhelming response to my post. Scrolling through the sea of messages and retweets, it was evident that the media had picked up on the story, catapulting it into the spotlight. With a mix of anticipation and nervousness, I delved into the comments and retweets, each one causing my heart to race with excitement.

I highly doubt that. As soon as we reached the penthouse I saw mom standing in the living room. She walked towards me and hugged me tightly. “How are you my sweet little girl” Suzie came in too and heard mom. “Yeah, your sweet little girl got herself pregnant with a mafia’s child” she was always annoyed when mom called me her sweet little girl. “Don’t talk nonsense, Suzie. She’s your sister; not to mention twin.” Mom scolded her and we all entered the living room. Mom made me sit on the couch and went into the kitchen. She made tea for us all and we had our loveliest family get-together of all time.

Without waiting any longer, Sugar Aquarius gobbled up that pinky challenging womanhood valley right in front of him. Evania sighed, howled and growled quite long this time. She felt as though her feet hadn’t been touching the ground anymore. She felt as though her soul had been fluttering up to the heavenly horizon up there. She sensed as though there’d been quite a lot of butterflies fluttering here and there inside her stomach. She thought that she wanted this happiness, exhilaration as well as enjoyment to last as long as possible. “Keeping saying my name, Eva Sweetheart… Keeping saying that you love me, Eva Sweetheart… I like to hear it…” tweeted Sugar Aquarius again before he continued

“I see that my little ship of audacious doctrine runs the risk of running aground in this sudden storm. I understand that for French ears, even your so benevolent ones, it is hard to hear the statement that talking is a utopian exercise. But what am I to do if such is undeniably the truth?” 3 About talking and keeping silent Once the storm my last remarks had elicited subsided, I continued: “I well understand your indignation. The statement that talking is an illusory activity and a utopian action has all the air of a paradox, and a paradox is always irritating. It is especially so for the French. Perhaps the course of this conversation takes us to a point where we need to clarify why the Fr

"I am sure that there is a beauty blender in the warehouse, right?" Tom nodded his head. "Yes." She returned her gaze to Axel. "I know you must be thinking that giving out beauty blenders as part of the marketing plan is not strategic enough." She darted her gaze between him and Tom. "But I can assure you guys that people love freebies, and they would be prompted to purchase the new product because of it." Axel placed his fingers on his chin as he reasoned with Reese’s suggestion. "I think she is right," Tom said.