Sweetly Book Novels & Stories

It was soft and very comfy; it also smelt clean and salty. This was what I badly needed: the fresh air, a comfortable bed, and its soft materials; pillows that were as fleecy as feathers; white and fluffy—all were what my heart desired for a vacation. Oh. Just perfect!

Arya smiled falsely and greeted in a weak voice laden with affection, "Ah my daughter has finally come." Indira held back her disgust and greeted back, "Hello, Father." Afterward, Indira's beautiful eyes passed over Arya Wiratama to look at the beautiful figure standing behind him. Even if photos and videos of Rahayu were posted all over the internet, even if Indira was sick of seeing that face all over the media all the time, Indira still couldn't help but be surprised that the beauty looked even more attractive in person. Rahayu Wiratama was as beautiful as a doll created by a technology called artificial intelligence. Rahayu gracefully tucked her soft hair behind her ear before gently gre

"I believe the user above is the kind of person who does not do their research. Mr. Fordham already said that he's the one who pursued Madam first." "You're now my screensaver, Madam. I've also printed a photo of you and Mr. Fordham and placed it in front of my book so that I have a face for the characters." "Madam, do you feel some kind of vicarious thrill watching someone bare their heart—or their liver? Mr. Fordham looks like the type to go all out in a relationship, so there's no way he would do something so stupid, right?" "Are you referring to a book? Doesn't that mean he should get put into prison and be sentenced to death right away?"

Just made the edges sharper. Movement caught my eye. A woman—tall, blonde, red dress clinging to every curve—had been watching me from the bar. She sauntered over now, hips swaying with purpose. The kind of walk that said she knew exactly what she was doing. She slid into the booth uninvited, perching right on my lap like she belonged there. Her hand came up, fingers tracing slow circles on my chest through my shirt. “Hey handsome,” she purred, leaning in close. Her perfume was heavy—sweet, cloying. “You look like you could use some company. Let me make you feel good.”

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One slip and he’ll tear straight through. But I can’t stop. Won’t stop. The deal he forced me into is just smoke. A distraction. He doesn’t own me, and he never will. Which is why, the next morning, when I pass him in the hall and he smirks at me like the devil who thinks he owns my soul, I smile back. Sweet. Harmless. Obedient. And inside, I sharpen my knives. Because deals with the devil always end one way. In fire.

“In any case, that won’t solve the problem.” I walk fast and catch up to him, stepping alongside him. “No, I guess not. But I’m craving something sweet and delicious.” I say the latter with a double meaning. Will notices because he glances at me sideways. I feel the blood rush up my neck and pool in my cheeks; I lower my head to hide the redness of my face, hoping he didn’t see it. We walk one more block before stopping in front of the large building ahead of us, where it reads in black letters with silver borders:

CHAPTER 20 LUCIANA MILANO I groaned as I turn around in my bed, I grabbed my grey blanket and pulled it up to my head covering my entire self underneath the blanket. Since it was raining so heavily last night, it's a chilly morning today, I bet the clouds are grey and angry, the atmosphere just like out of a dark academia book. My apartment is in silence and I'm sure Ophelia is still asleep in her warm bed cuddled next to her Fluffy bear teddy. She loves that teddy to bits, I remember we got it when we went to England and she saw it in one of the windows of a shop and she cried and cried until I got it for her, the rest of the trip she was carrying it around and now she can't sleep without i

Kayola turns and mutters under her breath, “Good boy” Hey guys, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. We are moving to the end of “Sweet Treachery but trust me when I say that there’s still more drama coming. I love you guys!

So he does care about her for him to ask his maid to bring food to her, she thought, and a blush involuntarily flushed her cheeks. "Thank you." Reese smiled politely at Matilda and gestured at the nightstand. "Just drop it there." Matilda mirrored Reese’s smile as she strode to the nightstand and dropped the tray on it. "Uhm, Ms. McBride." Matilda called, and she hoisted her head up to look at her. "Yes? Matilda." Reese replied. Matilda scratched the back of her neck. "We are glad that you are here. Thanks for coming into our boss’s life. We were quite worried that—“