Your Sweet Expectations Novels & Stories

“You like sweets?” I shrug. “For me, a lollipop’s... well, it’s like a promise, you know? It has this little bit of sweetness that lasts just long enough to remind me there’s still good things out there. No matter how rough things get, I can count on that taste to be the same every time. Like… like a little bit of hope I can hold onto.” I tell him with a brightened smile that he nods to, and opens the candy and pops it into his mouth.

I sound like a high school student. Before she could calm down, her phone vibrated again. Lukas: That’s good. Sweet things should last longer. Her eyes widened. She bit her lip as heat rushed to her cheeks. Sweet things should last longer. It felt like the words had another meaning. She quickly put her phone in her pocket, afraid someone might see. She just hoped his sweetness would not fade like the sweetness of a strawberry.

“You said emotionally slow… didn’t specify physically. William stopped again, eyes dark and focused entirely on her. “Expectation one: I want to keep doing this.” He kissed her mouth. “Expectation two: I want to take you on an actual date where we’re not in my kitchen.” Another kiss. “Expectation three: I want you to stop overthinking long enough to just feel this.” Grace stared at him. “Those are good expectations.” “Yeah?” “Yeah. But seriously, I need to eat something or I’m going to pass out and that would really kill the mood.”

We were sated and our breath started to slow down, as we slowly came down from our high. "Come to me Gary, I'll email you the ticket, I'll have someone pick you up at the airport. Please say yes baby, I'm so fucking stress with the meetings, this merge is taking longer than I anticipated. I need you to make me feel better, please say yes." I'm so fucking crazy, for wanting this so much.

Katherine growled in her throat in a rather scary voice: "I thought you didn't like this dish?" Katherine's words surprised Freddy. He never thought she would respond like that. Because it is not in line with the standards of behavior of people working in the service industry. Freddy looked disappointed even though the sly smile at the corner of his lips was evident. He slowly placed the napkin on the table and looked Katherine straight in the eye: "I had high hopes for this meal, but it was nothing like I had imagined. Isn't this restaurant called Home Sweet Home? Then why can't I feel any warmth and sweetness of that family?"

"I didn't know you were so amazing!" Seeing the excitement in her eyes, I smiled wider. "Once this battery launches, it'll dominate the market!" "That's amazing! I really like you, sir!" After saying that, Hermione threw herself into my arms and rubbed her face against my chest as her hands wandered provocatively. I pushed her away. "Not so fast. I just need to fix some bugs, then I'll be done." Hermione did not insist. Obediently, she sat to the side and watched me work.

I exclaimed with a pout. "Mmm hmm. It's really good to hear, little one." "Don't call me little one. I am in my twenties too!" I grumbled in distaste. It wasn't like I disliked it when Bright called me a 'little one', but I would like a much... sweeter nickname. "Fine. But I am near my thirties, remember?" Bright asked. "Omg yeah! It's only a few months to go... and you'll be thirty! I am definitely dating a sugar daddy." I cooed.

fuçk, this sweetness is just too much, aren't I gonna suffer from diabetes soon? "So...do you have a dream mate?" he asked again. "Well, I never thought of how my mate would look like, or what I expect him to do for me because I didn't care" I said. "That's..." "But" I cut him off. "I think I suddenly have a dream mate now" "Ok....?" "Well, you're everything I expect my mate would be, not your snobbishness though -just your hight, your handsome face, your abs and your aura"

“You can’t really have expected this to change anything.” Jane shakes her head, swiping at her cheeks. “You know I can’t tell if I’ve lost my mind, or if you’ve lost yours.” She announces, her voice like gravel. “I keep thinking it’s you, but then people always say the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over but expecting different results. I suppose it’s my own fault for not learning my lesson the first time. You keep hurting me and I keep expecting you to go back to acting sweet, despite the evidence in front of me.”

“If I keep waiting for the perfect time, it’ll never come. I’m tired of living for other people’s expectations.” The budge in his pants from our heated kiss was still there. Very prominent. “I see…” he drawled. “Tell me, little fairy, will you get on your knees for me?”