Synonyms For Sweetie Novels & Stories

It screamed wealth in the most elegant way possible. I stopped and smiled softly. “Well, you’re home.” Susie looked at me, then at the long road ahead that led toward my neighborhood. “Why don’t you just take a taxi back? I’ll feel weird knowing you’re walking alone this late.” I waved my hand dismissively. “Nah, it’s fine. It’s only like a fifteen or twenty-minute walk. I do it all the time.” She sighed, clearly not convinced. “I feel bad. Why does my house have to be closer? Ugh!” She grunted dramatically, making me burst into laughter.

I mused. “I am sweet, aren’t I?” She beamed at me, face all flushed and happy. “What about you?” “Am I sweet? I don’t think so. No.” I admitted. There were many words I – and other people – would use to describe myself, and sweet was definitely not one of them. More fitting would be cynical, sarcastic, moody… “No, silly.” Larissa giggled, interrupting my thoughts. “I meant what was it like with Benjamin as a brother?”

A text pops up in the screen diverting my attention. Grayson: Good night cutie. A smile makes it's way to my lips at the sight of the sender. Cutie...? He must still be looking for the perfect nickname. He really sucks at it. First hon. Baby...I hate that word, you should know why. Kitty....what am I? A fucking cat. Bae....the same as baby. I hate it. Sweety...I don't know. But I still don't like it. Cheese.....for real.

Her pussy was shaven, pink, and wet with need. “Spread your legs for me, baby.” I demanded, and she obeyed. I burned my face between them, lapping her wet pussy. “You taste so fucking sweet,” I murmured hungrily against her, sucking harder. “Come for Daddy, Jamie. Let me hear you scream.” Next to us, Riley was on top of Alex, riding reverse cowgirl, her ass bouncing as she took him deep. “Let's switch,” she panted to Jamie. “I want to taste you while he fucks you.”

Lexy felt the situation was too serious to decide, but when she heard Aldric’s new choice of endearment, she chuckled. “Love? Really?” she tittered. “Yeah! Mate. Love. Babe. Baby girl. I guess they are all the same. And there might be more like honey, sweetheart, and maybe dear….” Aldric answered confidently. “Because they all mean you, and ONLY YOU, to Ethan and me,” he added. Lexy smiled widely. And not only did her face was showing and glowing with happiness, but her eyes also expressed the joy in her heart and soul.

He cocks his head and looks at me. "Nah." "Sweetie?" "Too common!" "Snowflake?" He raises his flutes to his lips. My brows shoot up an inch on my forehead. "You can not be serious right now." "Hm," he strokes some strands on his chin then clicks his fingers. "Sugarplum?" I burst into a fit of giggles. "What am I? A fairy?" He wiggles his brows. "I am guessing honey, darling, baby and babe are too generic for you?"

"Aren't you, sweetie?" "Yeah, it should be great," Josh replied, smiling once again at the pet name his mother called him all the time. He friends often kidded him when they'd been over and his mother would call him 'sweetie', or sometimes 'baby', but he actually liked it—especially since his friends were always telling him what a hot MILF his mother was. They ribbed him about it, but he knew they would have quickly traded spots with him to be so close to such a hot looking woman.

At that, the fisherman’s gaze shifted to me. His eyes crinkled with warmth as he smiled. “Is this your girlfriend? She’s gorgeous—looks like such a sweet girl.” The term he used—sweet girl—was a local endearment, the kind only used with genuine affection. Being called that was a sign of genuine affection and endearment. Trey laughed. “I wish I had that kind of luck. She’s my brother’s girl.” Then, winking at the fisherman, he added, “But tell me, isn’t she stunning? Classy, too.”

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.

“ Yes, he is outside. May I ask him to come in?” “ Wait! Let me see the flowers…”, I need to prepare myself for a new trap from Jean. And nothing better than to smell the scents that remind me of my mother, my childhood, and all the best they brought to me, including the CEO, “They are beautiful! How did you find them?” “ What won't I do for you?”, he lightly touches my face, careful not to hurt my bruises. - I love you, Chloé. “ I know, I'm your sweet smell of seduction, remember?”