Sweets Box Empty Novels & Stories

He spoke with a voice filled with jealousy and then handed him two boxes. “Because I'm smart.” Hayden praised himself with a smug expression on his face. “What's it?” He looked at the box and then at Zenos as if to ask how the boxes were related. “My friends' gift.” “Wow.” Hayden's eyes lit up happily, and he was even happier when he saw that his favorite snacks were placed in the boxes. Zenos' frown deepened upon seeing the sweets and snacks because of Hayden's abnormal sugar level.

When Jeremy entered, he saw Sasha with her arms full of sweets and two large bags of gummy bears hanging from her hand. "Sasha! That's it. No more." Jeremy hollered towards Sasha with an alarming tone. Excessive sweet intake was always dangerous for Sasha but she never learns her lesson. "A few more just." Sasha pouted, ravenously looking at the shelves stacked with frozen egg and plum pastries. Jeremy glanced at the shelf and threw one packet of the said pastry in the overflowing basket Sasha was holding. "Fine. Now let's go!" Sasha mumbled some scolding at her younger brother but then compiled and left the shop with two large bags full of sweets. Jeremy felt Sasha's infectious smile grow a

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"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.

His hand brought the sheet upto my neck while his eyes stared at mine . " There is no need to work today , I have arranged food for you , You can order more with the work phone in my office . Number is written beside it " I nodded . " If anything happened call the last number on the diary next to the phone , understood ?" I nod once . " Take care , we'll be back by evening "I bite my lip as he suddenly kissed my forehead and walked out . EH ? Why is my heart beating so loudly ? I was eating some chips and going at the back of the house since they had a T.V there , I walked across the cabin but stopped and walked inside it .

Patricia “Wow,” I whispered to myself in surprise as I looked inside the paper bag on my lap. “There are so many sweets in here. How does pops have all of these?” Before we left Marcel’s place, he gave us a bag which he said contain snacks we could use for our long drive home. What I wasn’t expecting was to see different assortments of chocolates and gummy bears filling the entire bag. Ethan looked away from the road for a second to peek at the bag on my lap and chuckled. “He said he’s quitting sugar. I guess he’s using us as his dump.”

Even so, my heart felt warm and fuzzy inside. The next year, we got married, and his company took off. The first thing he did was buy the dying chocolate factory. After that, I had all the sweets I could ever want. Now, however, that sweetness was like poison, sealing off my breath. My chest felt suffocated. Before the tears could fall, I heard Ethan’s voice. “What are you looking at, babe?”

I was standing in Aisle 4, staring at a box of Glitter-Puffs. They were neon pink, coated in a crystalline sugar that looked like it could power a small city, and featured a cartoon unicorn that looked high on its own supply. In the world of Oakwood Estates, this box was a war crime. We were a neighborhood of sprouted grains, kale-infused smoothies, and "ancient grain" puffs that tasted like lightly seasoned drywall.

Anything. Who knew what shit I would've been in. I angrily picked up the bag again, shook the box out of it, and quickly tore off the ribbon. The paper came away in strips, and I lifted the lid. Inside were sweets and gums, all wrapped in bright colors with unfamiliar brand names. A mix of chocolates and sour candies and mint gums, all jumbled together like someone had emptied their travel bag into the box. I have not a single idea what this was supposed to mean.

If he wanted, he could make a killing as a runway model, though I doubted he’d ever do anything so “basic” He returned less than five minutes later with Sweet Tooth’s signature pink-and-golden cake box tucked beneath one arm. He dumped it in my lap, snapped his umbrella closed, and reversed out of the parking spot without so much as blinking. “Do you ever smile?” I asked, peeking inside the box to make sure they hadn’t messed up the order. Nope. One Strawberry Shortcake Cheesecake, coming right up. “It might help with your condition.” “What condition?” Peter sounded bored.