Sweeter Tweet Novels & Stories

After that, you got dead drunk and cried the entire way home. [That was when I knew you would never get over her.] [Luckily for you, she came back.] [Ethan, if you two get back together, you’ll restore my faith in love.] I froze. The sweet chocolate in my mouth suddenly tasted bitter. I did not have a sweet tooth, but I specifically loved this brand of chocolate. It was all because Ethan used two pieces of chocolate from this brand to win my heart three years ago. Back then, he was chased out of his house with nothing to his name and struggled to build a company from scratch.

My phone buzzed just as I was about to send Cyril a message. I answered, grinning. “Good morning,” I said, giggling already. “Am I speaking to the girl with ten million followers?” he teased, his deep voice smooth in my ears. “Yep, you are. I think you should address me with a little more sweetness.” “Okay, Sugar!” He replied, laughing. A smile crept onto my face. “I don’t know… it’s kinda overwhelming, but cool, I guess.” “No guessing. You earned it.”

Everyone’s divided into camps: the gawkers who treat the Langstons’ downfall like entertainment, and the loyalists who defend them like knights circling a wounded king. The queen bee, Sloane, is loudest among the loyalists. “This is garbage. Fake news. My dad says the Langstons are untouchable. This’ll blow over by the weekend.” Maybe she’s right. Maybe not. But her voice trembles just enough to betray the fear she’s trying to hide. I take my usual spot near the edges, unpacking my lunch with steady hands I don’t really feel. My phone buzzes with updates, but I don’t check it. Not yet. Not where anyone can see.

It helped with groceries, but it wasn’t saving me at all. Then he showed up. His name was DevotedFan87. He subscribed on my second month and tipped fifty dollar on the spot. With a message that said, “You're beautiful. Keep going.” It made me smile for first time in weeks. He started commenting on every post I made, always polite, always sweet. He caught my attention. Because he doesn't ask for nudes like the other guys. He said he liked watching me feel confident. After some weeks, he sent a private message.

Estela's only regret is that her words put Lars in an awkward position. She then offered an unplanned remark to Michael while raising her wine glass and smiling brilliantly, albeit perhaps not really. "Every other person has toasted you this evening, Mr. Jensen, and I might also like to. "Cheers to the brains behind Pederson Distribution's breakout hit!" she cheerily toasted. "May your current book sell one million copies, and may your merited achievement go on into what's to come."

“Do I look like I’m scared of getting into trouble at this point? Don’t worry about me, just let me handle this.” … Myka was a proactive type of person. In less than two days, Titus’s name trended on Twitter. Within an hour, his name became the number one trending hashtag. The second trending hashtag was “sugaring.” The third was “Lailah Xavier,” a woman’s name. The fourth was “sugar baby.” When Carol clicked on the hashtags, she found that they were all related to Titus. [Black Corporation’s president is keeping a twenty-year-old as his sugar baby.]

Just wow! Although we never officially became a couple, they still deceived me. The two months he pursued me in the past were swiftly overshadowed by a single day with Bella. It’s funny, isn’t it? I quickly shook my head to remove Kris and Bella from my thoughts. I don't want to think about them anymore. Two years have passed, and hopefully, I won't see them again. It just happened earlier, and hopefully, it won't happen again. I grabbed my phone and opened my social media account. I immediately smiled upon seeing a new post from 4SBLUE on their account. And this is how they can easily change my mood. I instantly find myself smiling whenever I see their pictures or whenever I listen to their

Giselle was nice, but unfortunately, she wasn't single. Harry sighed dramatically and opened Twitter. He used Twitter like his Instagram and often posted more than ten times a day. @GisellesAdoringLittleBrother: Oh! I feel like a forgotten cabbage in a dried-up field that no one loves…" Comments soon appeared below his post. They had gotten to know Harry well and guessed that he was in a bad mood after getting shunned by someone. "Come on, kid. I'll listen to you today. Who has hurt you now?"

He was a heartache but he was her heartache. ‘Could she have feelings for me all this time?’ Mike thought to himself as he walked out of Sarah’s room. A smile brushed across his face. A sudden tingling filled his cheeks. As soon as he came to his room, he took his phone from the charger. On speed dial, he edited a contact, which was previously saved as SWEETHEART to MY SWEETHEART.

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.