Süß Novels & Stories

“Because sweet sounds a hell of a lot worse than awesome.” He rolled his eyes. “Awesome would’ve been an obvious lie. No one would’ve believed you were awesome your first time off the bench. Bad would’ve been bad. But sweet... Sweet is good.” “Sweet is good?” I repeated, staring him down, trying to ascertain if he was lying. He nodded, staring right back. “Trust me, sweet is very, very good.” “Okay,” I said, relieved to hear that, at least. “I guess I’ll take sweet, then.”

"Did Maira...Maira speak with you sweetly and politely?" "Do you think that the people who speak politely and sweetly are good? If you think so, then you're wrong, darling. If you think someone is not dangerous just because he/she is so sweet. Then you must know that there's a reason why people say that sugar is poison.", He said. "If I want, then I can also fool Maira by speaking the things that she likes to hear just her mate does, but I will not coat my words in lumps of sugar. I will serve them to her with bitter quinine.", He added.

Jordan's frown deepened in confusion and Emerald sighed, patiently explaining. “The thing is Sebby has this special sweetener he adds to my coffee. Was initially against it at first but well, Sebby had always said that no woman's taste buds should ever have to endure something so bitter, therefore, he adds a little bit of sweetener, something the coffees you delivered did not have and my taste buds have grown accustomed to it.”

So annoying. ***

The man's gaze was truly serene and managed to excite any girl. Now Jazlyn is trying to calm herself from Ace Morin's gaze. "I didn't dream of you. I dreamed of eating hot noodles that's why I sighed. Hmm.. it really tastes very delicious until now," replied Jazlyn while still trying to stay calm and avoid Ace Morin's gaze. "Really? Can noodles really make you sigh like that?" asked Ace Morin again who didn't believe Jazlyn's answer. "Of course. Freshly cooked noodles and very spicy. It can really make you sigh."

The sweet-tart flavor spread between them, juice and warmth mingling. His voice dropped, husky. “This batch really is the sweetest.”

Hearing his agreement, I immediately opened the package, took out two candies, gave him one, and put one in my own mouth. My god, so sour! "Wait!" I quickly stopped him, "It's a bit sour." I said with a furrowed brow. "I can see that." Aiden moved past my hand and put the candy directly in his mouth. I saw a hint of amusement flash in his eyes. It was indeed very sour, but the emotion in his eyes was more complex. The desire and restraint in his gaze made my heart race. At this moment, the candy in my mouth began to turn sweet after the initial sourness passed. This sweetness was different from usual—perhaps because the previous sourness made this sweetness more surprising.

Translucent, fragrant, and sweet-smelling. Charlie: “Try this grape for me. Tell me if it’s sour. I don’t like sour grapes. This matters to me—it’ll be enough to repay your debt.” Candice quickly ate it. She had mentally prepared for sweetness to hit her hard. Instead… it was sour enough to become a meme. What kind of demon grape was this? “Is it sweet?” Charlie asked sincerely. Candice’s head hurt from the sourness. “...Sweet! Super sweet! Really, I swear!”

“The one who tastes sweetest of all.” Damien’s laugh was dark and full of promise. He gripped her ass hard, pulling her closer. “Keep talking like that and I’ll fuck you against this window again—let the whole city watch what belongs to me.” She moaned softly as he thrust up against her. “Yes, Daddy.”

Honey, black pepper, dark chocolate. Something sweet with a sting in it. It seemed appropriate.