Sweethearts Novels & Stories

Why was he assuming my boss was a 'he'? I laughed, knowing exactly what he meant. It was funny how we had this weird code for the guys we met or, in some cases, had been involved with. SB was Sexy Boy, HB was Hot Boy, PF was Perfect Fantasy, F* was Fuck Boy, and FTB stood for "Fun to Be With". FTP was using for the kind of guys who brought out your wild side. "Come on, tell me," he insisted, lightly tapping my chest. I smirked, Silvio’s face flashing in my mind, especially the memory of his shirt, unbuttoned just enough to bless my eyes with the sight of his chest. And I wasn’t kidding when I said he looked sexy.

I stood, wiped my hands on a kitchen towel, and opened the door. Lia stood there, smiling the same soft, familiar smile she had given me for years. My best friend’s younger sister. My neighbor. The girl I had quietly liked longer than I cared to admit. “Hey,” she said, holding out a small box. “I bought too many chocolates and figured you might want some.” I raised an eyebrow, surprised. “You got me chocolates?” “Yeah.” Her smile widened a little. “Thought I could share.” “Thanks, Lia.” I took the box. The gesture was simple, but it still settled something warm in my chest.

“He intends to spirit me away—just the two of us. I spent until the witching hour scouring the most secluded villas. Is it strange that I don't care where we land? I simply need him to be present.” I reached for the jar of sweets I’d scavenged from the market and tossed a handful into my mouth, turning back to my work. My heart wasn't in the brushstrokes; my soul was already leagues away. “What are you consuming?” “Sweets. I stopped at the market last night for cooling cream and honey-filled pastries, and these caught my eye.” “Serena, that’s a five-pound sack of sugar.” “Three,” I corrected, grinning around a mouthful. “The pear-scented ones are the finest.”

Bliss is a wonderful feeling, One that makes us sweet-toothed From how good life tastes Life is good, and a touch Of family and love Makes it much better PenaciousShewa Kayola wakes up feeling very tired, and her bones are really hurting. She wonders what could be wrong and remembers that for the past six days, she has been dashing into the woods at the slightest provocation to shapeshift and howl out her frustration.

She sipped on her cocktail and continued with her explanation. "That said, we have millionaires and billionaires as clients here Lorraine. That's why we keep it close. There are no sluts, whores, nor strippers in our list of sugar babies, almost all of them are socialites just like yourself. Most will want to have sex with you. While the older daddies, usually just want the companion of a beautiful young woman by their side. Just because they can. As for boundaries of sex, that's for you and your sugar daddy to talk about, and will remain private amongst you both." My turn on sipping my cheap soda. But she quickly ordered my favorite vodka cherry. "It's on me, just because you took your time

The look on his face has me melting "I love you too, Ber. Goodnight" A/N: Let's play a small game. Who would you kiss, hug, slap, kill or marry among Strawberry, Chocolate, Cream, Caramel, Vanilla and Doctor Sweet?

Without another word, Emily walked away. Ace shut his laptop with a snap and scrambled after Emily. Once he at at the conference table, he cocked his head. “What’s wrong? You look like shit.” “I’m fine,” Emily practically snarled at him. “What do you have to tell me?” What Ace wanted to tell her was to chill the fuck out, but he held off, knowing Emily would shove the words down his throat. Instead, he opened his laptop. “The candy company account is being marketed strictly to children, but are you aware they have a retro line, as well as a no-sugar, low-sugar line made with natural sweeteners?”

"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.

A small seating area featured pastel-colored chairs and tables just the right height for kids, with plush cushions shaped like clouds and stars. Zoe’s eyes widened as she took in the flavors: Vanilla Bean, Chocolate Truffle, Strawberry Swirl, Salted Caramel, Cookies & Cream, Cotton Candy, Bubblegum Blast, Rainbow Sherbet, Birthday Cake, S’mores Delight, Honey Lavender, Mango Passionfruit, Blueberry Cheesecake, Peanut Butter Swirl, Choco Mint Crunch. "Which one should I pick first?" Zoe asked, pointing at the bright rainbow sherbet. "Hmm… maybe everything?" Bella suggested as her eyes sparkled. "I want Rainbow, Cotton Candy, and Birthday Cake!"

“I can do sweet.” “Really?” The thunder from the last lighting finally rumbled. The storm was still several miles away. “Give me a sample of sweet.” “Sugar,” he said in a dark, silky voice. He wasn’t even looking at her. With nothing but his voice, he was melting her bones. If she didn’t get him up to her room— “Maple syrup.” Shannon blinked. “Huh?” “Honey. You wanted sweet, I’m giving you sweet. Chocolate cake.