Sweetest Downfall Novels & Stories

"Well, if you haven't eaten, I don't mind whipping up a few things with the leftover ingredients. It won't take long." Kevan set the fruit platter down and started to move toward the kitchen. "It's alright, no need!" Wendy hurriedly stopped him. "I'm on a diet. I'll just steam a sweet potato later." As soon as sweet potatoes were mentioned, Aster smacked his lips and said, "Daddy's candied sweet potatoes are so delicious! They're soft and coated with a layer of sweet sugar. Ah, I want them now!" Wendy had long given up on such calorie-packed treats. But Aster's description tempted her a bit.

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.

"You are the cruelest man I've ever met! What pleasure do you get out of hurting me like this?" The sarcasm on Michael's face vanished at her remarks, replaced with his own boiling rage. He said icily, "Exactly what have I hurt, Estel?" Without irony, he grinned and said, "Since you're not in love with me, it must be your pride, right?" "You should remember that pride usually goes before a fall!" Estel's tears had turned to sobs, and she hid her face from Michael as she moaned, "Damn you! I hate you." Michael!"

"Now that your greed has reached its apex, you must be very happy." "Yes, I am." He sips his wine joyfully and fills in another glass. I scoffed. "Like I had told you earlier, your success would lead you to your downfall." "Is that a threat?" His lips curled up but his expression was still with that joyful smile of bad intent. "No." I shook my head. "It is my last wish and I feel very sorry for you because you do not know how much you make the people around you feel, you created enemies for yourself when you crumble down, don't expect help from those you turn your back against."

I drove the car away from the restaurant, eager to escape the emotional turmoil and the allure of Lester's persuasive words. Avoiding the homely solace, I sought refuge at a resto-bar, hoping to drown out the heartache, if only for a moment. Opting for a seat directly in front of the bartender, I requested, "One tequila, please," determined to numb the ache within me. Without a second thought, I downed the shot swiftly, signaling for another without the customary lemon—what bitterness could match that of my shattered heart?

I kissed down her neck, her collarbone, whispering between each touch, “You’re so fucking beautiful, Sabrina. Every inch of you. Been thinking about this every damn night.” She looked up at me with hooded eyes—dark, hazy with want, lips swollen from my kisses. It nearly undid me. I gathered the bunched dress in my hands and pulled it up over her head in one smooth motion, tossing it somewhere across the room. She lay there in just her panties—black lace, soaked through, clinging to her curves. I hooked my fingers in the waistband and dragged them down slowly, eyes locked on hers as I revealed her completely.

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he asked me. “I don’t like sweets,” I replied casually and headed straight to the school cafeteria for snacks. “Do you know the sacrifices I made just to reach you, Josh? I followed you to the university you attended. I watched all your games. I always supported you in everything. And because you don’t like chocolates, I learned to bake for you. Do you know how happy I was when you first accepted what I baked for you? And I was almost fainting with joy when you first mentioned my name,” Bam cried to me. “And you know what? I knew that you only gave everything I gave you to your friends. For me, that was okay because what mattered was that you accepted them. I was already happy with that, Jos

Lather, rinse, and repeat! And they always dump her because of one thing—her very low sexual drive. She’s unable to feel sexual pleasure. Her heart always loved the guys she’d been with, but her body never did. She was supposed to have gotten used to getting dumped, but this one hit harder. It hurts more. Not even in a million years did she imagine that Jasper could be this cruel and heartless. For someone who promised her heaven and earth. He promised to never break her heart. He told her that she was enough for him and that he would never leave her, no matter what.

The taste of Elena flooded Samantha's mouth as she licked upward, her tongue exploring the maid's folds, salty and slick. Jake's thrusts rocked them all, his grunts mixing with Elena's muffled moans against Samantha's clit. Sweat dripped from Jake's forehead onto Samantha's thigh, cooling quickly.