Sweets Aesthetic Novels & Stories

Eventually I relented and agreed on the fact that Soren would stop a few meters away from school. "Why? Are you ashamed of people seeing you with me? Is that it?" he asked with genuine curiosity. I stabbed absentmindedly at the pastries which were still warm, their delicate layers crumbling just right with each stab, leaving a subtle sweetness lingering on the palate. The coffee, despite its unassuming appearance in a plain ceramic mug, surprised me with its rich, velvety texture and unexpected sweetness—a perfect balance of caramel notes and a slight nutty undertone. Finally I relented and stared at him squarely head on. "No. It's quite the opposite actually."

Aesthetic's POV: “ I see… “ I murmured while looking at Spade's cold eyes then gulped many times to settle this uncomfortable feeling. “ I’m Aesthetic, but you can all call me Thea. “ I stated while wearing a fake smile on my face. How can I even smile if I know that I was sorrounded by these non-human creatures? They're all gorgeous but the fact that they have some hidden fangs inside their mouths make me wanna run away from here.

Ezekiel kissed my inner thighs softly, then looked up at me with a satisfied, hungry smile, his lips and chin glistening with my arousal. “You taste even better than I imagined,” he murmured, his voice rough. I could barely speak, still trying to catch my breath, my body buzzing with aftershocks. Ezekiel kissed me deeply, his tongue sliding against mine, letting me taste myself on him. The flavor was musky, slightly sweet, and strangely erotic. When he pulled back, he pressed his thumb over my swollen lips, eyes dark with lust. “See how good you taste?” he asked, voice low and rough.

Looking at the place now, he was very impressed. The feel of the place was modern yet had some rustic charm at the same time. The cafe tables were chic and almost everything was white or mid-grey. Even though the bakery was closed, he could imagine how impressive it would look with people and the beautiful pastries and cakes that would adorn the shop. He could even imagine how it would smell. Ryder always had a sweet tooth, his need for sweets were insatiable and he had treated a few cavities in the past due to it.

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?”

Aria shivered at the sudden contrast, the sensation both exhilarating and intoxicating as she felt the sticky sweetness mingling with her warmth, a heady blend that wrapped around her like a silken veil. With a playful flourish, he reached for the syrup bottle, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he aimed it at her. The syrup cascaded down her breasts in a slow, tantalizing ribbon, glistening under the soft light of the room. It traced delicate paths across her skin, pooling enticingly in the curves of her body, a sweet adornment that made her heart race. Aria gasped softly, the sensation igniting every nerve ending, making her acutely aware of the pulse of desire thrumming through her.

“You look like you’re about to marry it.” I ignored him, peeling back the seal. The scent hit me first—warm vanilla, caramelized sugar, and the faintest trace of white chocolate. It was intoxicating. Inside, three glossy pastries sat perfectly aligned on a soft linen base, each one shimmering under the office lights like edible jewels. I gasped. “She actually did it…” “Did what?” “She made it exactly like the photo she sent me earlier.” I pointed at the golden drizzle curling across the top like ribbons. “Look at the precision, Damian. It’s art.”

It almost hurts my hot skin. “All the sweets.” Mykhol smiles. He means to be cheerful, but I feel myself grow clamy. A bad taste fills my mouth suddenly. “I don’t think I want cake right now.” The idea sounds off-putting. “No?” Mykhol is shocked. So am I. I don't want sweets? Since when? I always like sweets. “What do you want?” “I…” I pause. It is odd, but the idea makes me noxious. The sound of sweets feels all wrong. I feel myself slightly gagging at the thought of all the sugar and frosting.

This wasn’t how she planned my early work experience to be. As Seline entered Sweet's bedroom to drop the shopping bags, a mix of awe and curiosity washed over her. The room exuded elegance and sophistication, a far cry from what she had imagined. The soft glow of the dimmed lights created an ambiance of luxury that enveloped her senses. Her eyes scanned the tastefully decorated room, taking in the sleek furniture and the framed art adorning the walls. The space felt like a private sanctuary, a place where the busy world outside could be momentarily forgotten.

He had a penthouse suite, which I wasn't surprised by. When we got in, he excused himself to go and change and then told me where I could get some wine and where the glasses were. The penthouse was gorgeous. It had some inviting warm colours like velvets and whites and oranges. It was very tastefully curated. Probably done by a designer. Nobody had recognized when we were out because he was wearing a cap and had the hood on most of the time.