Twisted Sugar Sparks Novels & Stories

Lucas asked and he poked Evan’s chubby cheek, making him giggle. “Nothing, just a walk in the park, he was awake, so I took him along.” Austin replied, while removing his coat. “Lu!” Evan exclaimed in Lucas’s arms, as he slapped a maple leaf on his forehead, probably too excited to show him. “Oh, so you brought a gift for me.” The raven haired retrieved the beautifully shaded leaf, and his eyes widened to see how the leaf had all three colours, green, ochre and red in an extraordinary blend.

Probably. He takes jam from the container and spreads a questionable amount on it. "How does that taste in your mouth?" I ask when he takes a bite. "Hmm?" "All that.... Sugar..." "Good." I shiver and shake my head. "I could never." "It tastes just like spice to you. You love spice don't you?" "Spice is way better than sugar."" "No it's not. Sugar is..." He exhales. "God!" I burst out laughing and I snort. My hands fly to my mouth and Alaric bursts out in full blown laughter.

It's fine, I've forgiven you a long time" Danielle replied, and thanks for coming she continued. Britney walked in and met them together talking and laughing. She was happy they were getting along she knew it was hard convincing Mr. Spencer to come. "I'll leave you both to have your little chatty..." Mr. Spencer said while looking at Britney. Okay! Britney answered. "Where's Grandma? I have not seen her anywhere around" Danielle directed to Britney. "Ermmmm she's fine, there...." still finding words to speak. Marcus walked in "How are you, Danielle?" Look at you looking so fat and all he said while smiling. I got you something, take a look while. Danielle took a parcel from him and unwrapped

“And one of those—what are they called? The little ones with the sugar glaze?” “Maple twists,” she bit out. “Right. One of those.” Another slam of the lid, another pastry tossed in. He hummed lowly, pretending to weigh a decision that clearly wasn’t that hard. “You know what, better make it two. They look good.” Tessa leaned on her broom, grinning. “Oh, this is so painful to watch.” Kaelani ignored her, shoving the bag across the counter. “You done?” She asked, voice clipped.

"It's cheaper too, since I don't gotta add half the world's production of Splenda per year to each cup." "Bitch, I like it to taste not bitter and burnt as hell! And it's the time of the year for gingerbread coffee! 24oz, 14 splenda packets, and a bunch of gingerbread creamer. It's delicious!" Dillon ranted. "Yer gonna get cancer if you ain't careful with that chemical shit. Here, s'go." He handed Dillon his bitch drink and they walked out.

Before I could respond, he added, "Ma'am, I suggest you try it. This is Luxury Spark, our bar's signature cocktail." I raised an eyebrow and said, "Another signature?" The bartender awkwardly laughed and said, "This is made with a limited edition Islay whiskey and Amalfi Supreme Limoncello. Not to mention, just the bottle of Amalfi Supreme alone, our boss spent five million dollars at an auction to get it. Luxury Spark is indeed our signature cocktail, but we don't usually recommend it to customers, you understand..." Indeed, both bottles of liquor were valuable and usually kept for collection.

So, searching for them will wait, till he completes the quest. "Care to join me?!" Spiro said as he presented a kind of, 'sweets packed inside a Nylon' , to him. "What is this??" asked Vic. "I call it dragon sweet. The others call it Mint but I don't like calling it that. It sounds dumber to it's appearance." Spiro explained. "Dragon sweet! An amazing name, Let me see it." Vic requested and Spiro handed over the sweets. "Hmmn, I like it." Vic said as he swallowed the sweets.

“Like your bike?” Aria elbowed him gently. “She was an icon, and I was loyal.” “You name this cone, too, I’m walking away.” “Bold of you to assume I haven’t.” The line was short, but the anticipation? Was heavy and thick. The smell of sugar, vanilla, and that ridiculous fake strawberry syrup wrapped around them like cotton candy air. Behind the glass: rainbow sprinkles, chunks of chocolate, neon pink swirls—pure childhood nostalgia and date-night temptation.

I'm twitching, shaking, back arched— He reaches down and picks up the champagne bottle. Before I can say a word, he pours the last little bit over my pussy. I gasp at the sudden bubbling cold. I try to wriggle away but he holds me down and sucks the champagne from my clit and the folds of my pussy, licking me clean, making these filthy delighted noises as he does it. "Fuck, Eros, you need to warn a girl before you drench her in champagne." He slides his fingers in deep, silencing me as a low moan wrenches itself from my throat.

And to those still hesitant, he offered a warning. "If you're not with me, you're against me. And if you’re against me... I don't keep repulsive pets." One by one, they give in. Some needed bribes. Some needed blackmail. But in the end, they all turned their backs to Oliver. And when the last one fell, Jake unveiled his new empire. ATARDECIDIDA. The organization that would erase Twilight from existence.