Sweets Story Novels & Stories

he chuckled as he asked her. “I heard,” Scar said. “Mouse, this is more like an audition than anything else.” He said softly. “An audition for what?” she asked as she looked around. “To find the perfect baby.” He said. “What?” She asked as she met his eyes. “Your friend must be one if she was able to get you in here. It is a closed event.” He said. “A baby, you know sugar, baby.” “A sugar baby?” She asked. “Sweetheart, you know nothing about any of this, do you?” he asked, taking in her wide eyes.

I got my bouquet, I got a question, are you trying to give me diabetes or perhaps get me hooked on sugar? It takes him a few minutes before he texts me back. ... oh no, the only thing I'd want you hooked on is me Stormie and I'd never make you sick! do you not like sweets? .... the only time I really have sweets is when I'm suffering monthly, I'm not too crazy about sweets but thank you though, it's just the sugar rush of energy I needed to get through the afternoon ... you're very welcome Stormie ... what are you up to though?

Jacob demanded, promising himself that he'd find me and apologize to me in person. "Mommy, I said exactly what you told me to say to Ms. Adkins and Jacob," Clara said. "But Ms. Adkins cried a lot. I don't want her to be sad, Mommy. She gave me candy before. Can you please ask her to come back soon?" The young girl began sobbing.

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?”

Everyone’s divided into camps: the gawkers who treat the Langstons’ downfall like entertainment, and the loyalists who defend them like knights circling a wounded king. The queen bee, Sloane, is loudest among the loyalists. “This is garbage. Fake news. My dad says the Langstons are untouchable. This’ll blow over by the weekend.” Maybe she’s right. Maybe not. But her voice trembles just enough to betray the fear she’s trying to hide. I take my usual spot near the edges, unpacking my lunch with steady hands I don’t really feel. My phone buzzes with updates, but I don’t check it. Not yet. Not where anyone can see.

As soon as we entered, a chairman from a large corporation approached Kai to strike up a conversation. I knew the drill and spoke to Kai. "You two go ahead. I'm going to find something to eat." Kai gave me a knowing smile. "Wait for me, okay?" I nodded and went off in search of the dessert area. However, no matter how much I looked, I couldn't find any pastries. The tables were covered in nothing but gourmet delicacies and premium liquors. I let out a bitter, mocking laugh. Every year, my uncle would set up a dedicated area for sweets just for me. This year, it seemed he had done away with it.

The taste of Elena flooded Samantha's mouth as she licked upward, her tongue exploring the maid's folds, salty and slick. Jake's thrusts rocked them all, his grunts mixing with Elena's muffled moans against Samantha's clit. Sweat dripped from Jake's forehead onto Samantha's thigh, cooling quickly.

Instead, it was a text from an unsaved number, though she knew exactly who it was. “Still thinking about my taste?” Sloane gasped, her grip tightening on the phone. Her heart hammered against her ribs, and a sudden, traitorous heat flooded her pelvis. She wanted to block the number, to scream, to throw the phone across the room. Instead, she stared at the screen for five minutes, her breathing becoming shallow. She didn't reply, but the seed of craving had been planted. That evening, the mandatory league mixer arrived. It was a high-end event designed for networking, filled with wealthy donors and arrogant executives. Sloane hated these things, but she had no choice. She wore a sharp, tailor

Nodding his head teacher Huo asked every one to start talking about the things they like or things that interest them so that can find a hobby together. Soon barbie's turn came, standing up she started speaking, "I don't have a hobby. I like eating sweet foods. I will always stand next to my mom when ever she is making something sweet. I also like watering plants and watching them grow." "What specifically do you like in sweets Barbie?" asked Teacher Huo. Thinking for sometime barbie answered, "I like almost all the sweets but I like cakes and cookie's the most." "Then you should try baking. A hobby is something you should love doing. In your case you should try baking with your mother's gui

After wasting twenty minutes, the girls were finally able to find the street. "There it is! Sweet's Ave!" happily yelled Luna. Sweet's Ave, home to Avalon’s best bakeries, candy stores, and ice cream parlors. Upon entering Sweet's Ave, Luna felt like a kid in a candy store as she stared at all the brightly color shops and had a hard time resisting the itch to try each place. "Calm down, girl. I feel you drooling," teased Sasha, laughing when she watched Luna's face blush red with embarrassment. "Say, I've meant to ask, but what happened to your Star Fae, and oh by the way-Wow, you have a Star Fae?!" Despite the late reaction, Sasha finally brought up Lux's appearance.