Sweetly Scooped Novels & Stories

“I liked his touch with the hearts and the strawberry syrup. It’s quite cute.” Flynn frowned and took a moment to check the photo he had taken. The strawberry syrup that he had assumed was randomly drizzled, was actually in the shape of interlocking hearts. Lucas had found another way to flirt with him.

She fished around for something on the shelf for a few minutes, murmuring something to herself as she perused the contents of the shelf for whatever she was looking for. Once she had found the treasure of her quest, she released a low, "Haha.", before making her way back to us. Madelyn scooted to the other side of the bed on which Melody was laying on, giving the woman enough room to do whatever it is she wanted to do. "What's that?" Mason asked, referring to the bottle like object in the doctor's hand. "It's called a smelling salt." she replied. "Smelling salt?" Mason asked, confusion written all over his face.

The wound puckered, like a smile . that same damned smile . . . while underneath just a hint of bone gleamed white. In Scott’s other hand, blood-smeared scissors dangled from slack fingers. A soft fuzziness closed over him. Jesse kneeled there, breathing in the tangy, metallic scent of Scott’s blood, listening to flies buzz until his parents came home. ***

The sweet flavor caresses my tongue and my throat. "Mmmh!" I moan. "Another one, please," I say, ignoring my vanilla ice-cream. He repeats the same process, teasing me by positioning the spoon from side to side and in the end, my nose bumbs onto the spoon and some ice-cream is left at the tip of it. "Hold on." Scott takes out his phone and says, "smile for the camera!" with a huge grin. "No, don't take a picture!" I protest, but he doesn't stop.

Spooky looks at Tornado, and his eyes were all on Sophia who was innocently pouring some glass of pineapple juice for him. "Thanks Sophia" He said and winks at her, Sophia smiles, while Spooky frowns and stood up to her feet ready to attack Sophia.

Upon arriving at the place, she was hit with the delectable smell of pastries and coffee making her sigh in contentment. 'What a place!' She York out her phone and was about to call the client to see where he's seated when she felt a light tap on her shoulder, Scar abruptly veered around and was met with captivating blue eyes. It was like she was in a frenzy or trance, his deep piercing blue eyes gazed back at hers and she felt so captivated that she forgot how to speak for a moment. 'Wow, who’s this?!' "Hi," he said smiling brightly, "My name is Skye, I'm guessing you're Scarlett, yeah?"

"Working, honey—it's the only thing he knows how to do." "And Corinne?" "Well, let's just say she's alright. She’s right here, do you want to talk to her?" "Yes, please." "Wait while I call her." This was what I needed—a bit of family drama to forget my own. "Hello?" a melodic voice sounds from the other side. "Is that any way to greet your sister?" "Oh, Carol, it’s you!" she screams. "Of course, Copito, who else?" I usually call her "Snowflake" because her skin is so pale; as a child, she used to say she was Snow White.

Ava Max - Sweet but Psycho 🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯 "Your child is this beautiful?" "What do you want now?" I asked quietly while walking on the spot. I could not take a step, and nails stabbed my feet in both soles. My feet are heavy, just stepping because my heart was heavy when I saw the reality that was not according to expectations.

Two clear, heavy drops fall into the left wooden goblet, dissolving instantly into the dark red liquid without a single bubble. I step back into the shadows and watch. Seconds later, Sloane slams through the terrace doors, her face flushed, her breathing frantic. She looks like a wild animal trying to escape a trap. She scans the room, her eyes locking onto the serving table. "Look at her," I mutter, my heart hammering a violent, ecstatic rhythm against my ribs. "Look at the thirsty little monster." Sloane marches up to the table, reaches out, and grabs the exact wooden goblet.

I blurted out my words. "You know what they say...get them while it's hot!!" She took another shot and drink it down in seconds, while with her other hand she pushed my glass to my front. I groaned at her and face my death, and gulped it down in seconds. So, that's her wise words for me?... get them while it's hot? My mind was already blurry, but I'm sure that line had something to do with food. Oh, what the hell...I'm following her wisdom. My good old wise wild child dearest friend.