Sweethearts Novels & Stories

On top of the blankets was a small box. ‘Chocolate Covered Cherries – a confectionary treat' My heart melted a little. Sunshine giggled. "Those are from Asher." I grabbed the box, a pillow, and another blanket. I added the second blanket to the one already covering my legs. Getting comfortable on a slick tabletop wasn't an easy task, but it also wasn't the worst bed I'd ever slept on either. "How are you feeling?" Sunshine asked. I nodded as I opened the box of sweets. Little domed chocolates sat in small plastic holes. I picked one up. Smelled it. Nothing about it smelled like poison or anything other than chocolate. I couldn't even scent the cherries that were supposed to be inside it.

Perhaps he needed someone that would make him get out of his head for a while. When I was still in high school, I loved chocolate and sweets. It was too much to the extent that I developed a tooth cavity. So my mom stopped me from consuming sweets and chocolates. I was treated, but I still couldn't stay away from sweets and almost fell into depression because my mom was always preventing me from eating them. So my stepfather bought me this navy blue hoodie which I used to steal sweets. It was my favorite clothing back then. Although he's late, the hoodie still remains one of my precious items."

OF: Perhaps SL: Damn, I like you PS: I like her too WG: I'm positively neutral AJ: I hate her OF: Stop rating me like a seven-star room -_- AJ: I don't like you OF: Of course, you don't because LOVE me OF: Understandable OF: None of this replies my question PS: Asher loves sweets of all kinds, especially chocolates or chocolate-based sweets, pastries, and candies OF: That explains why he ate some of mine OF: But oh my god OF: Ashybear is addicted to sweets. They are about to explode again OF: I can imagine him munching on his chocolate candies while snipping some fingers :) MC: What the hell is wrong with you MC: I'm sorry about her

This document emphasizes that the partnership is between SweetHeart and JFCC, not its owner. So, as long as both the shop and company exist, the partnership will stay. “You already gave your recipe to your pastry chef so the SweetHeart’s product will continue even after you go back to Ilore City,” Jyn added. I looked at him. “You really thought about it.”

- he explained while Missy untied the bow, extremely curious - I hope I got it right. Lifting the lid, Missy gasped in delight to find a long row of tiny spheres so bright and colorful they looked like tiny planets. And, as she noticed the inscriptions with names and flavors next to each candy, she realized that they were exactly that: tiny, perfect representations of the solar system in the shape of chocolate.

However, a blonde girl with sharp eyes sitting from afar spoke up, making everyone silent: "Freddy has only eaten white meat since puberty and the food he hates the most is food. English roast beef. Freddy has always had a very pleasant recollection of it.” “Deborah, can you please not mention that?” Freddy was a bit grumpy at the girl who just said that. Everyone tilted their heads to look at Deborah Kinghams - CEO of Howling Corporation. A meaningful smile suddenly appeared on Deborah's face and Freddy's looked like two wolves preparing to play.

"I'll do the honor to introduce you to it," "Den Den! Ice cream!" Sadie screeched on his hips before throwing me her innocent curious eyes, looking surprised to have screeched in front of a stranger. "You always promise her sweets on your every visit, but she gotta eat proper food first before ice cream." I pointed out. "You're just like my sister," he shook his head. I softly pinched Sadie's cute cheeks. She shyly smiled and leaned deeply against Arden's neck. So cute.

It seems like Ares and I was in a trance just staring at each other, his eyes piercing into my soul. " here's your foo- Oh I'm sorry" Celia says politely as she places the food infront of us on the table. Ares moves away from me and suddenly I miss the warmth he gave me. He gives Celia a dimple smile as he thank her for our food, she smiles at us as she walks away back to the kitchen. I look down at my plate that ares placed infront of me and my stomach growls as I take in the masterpiece on the plate, a huge waffle in the middle and it's surrounded by different chocolate syrup and there's whipped cream and strawberries. I lick my lips as I smile at the food infront if me.

“Like your bike?” Aria elbowed him gently. “She was an icon, and I was loyal.” “You name this cone, too, I’m walking away.” “Bold of you to assume I haven’t.” The line was short, but the anticipation? Was heavy and thick. The smell of sugar, vanilla, and that ridiculous fake strawberry syrup wrapped around them like cotton candy air. Behind the glass: rainbow sprinkles, chunks of chocolate, neon pink swirls—pure childhood nostalgia and date-night temptation.

The doctor happened to be Audrey Hubbard, a high school classmate who'd once had a crush on me. "Ms. Hamm," she said, holding my chart, "Mr. Ingram has nephritis and viral hepatitis. He's not eligible to donate." "Nice try," Eleanor scoffed. "Got Miss Ivy League to lie for you, huh?" Adrian, propped up on his bed, played the saint. "It's fine. If Lincoln's not up for it, let it go. I don't want you two to fight over me." Eleanor softened. "Don't talk like that. His life is not worth more than yours."