Your Sweet Expectations Novels & Stories

I echoed under my breath, the phrase tasting like ash in my mouth. Avery pulled back just enough to look at me. Her eyes were glinting with excitement, and a subtle sense of pride. "I meant what I said," she continued, her voice quiet now, just for me. "About the shares. About this.....us." I glanced at her, studying her calm expression. She wasn’t bluffing. Not like my father, who spun words like silk around his motives. Avery seemed to be the kind who meant what she said. Which made this much worse.

Hold his sobs that he had been able to last. Fathan did not want to ask a lot of questions, he immediately won Adel's head then put his chest. Holding the girl's body he at this time he knew was fragile. "Not daddy, just cry. Because, all the sweet ones are not all sweet. Love is unique, there is a sweet rainbow. Then, disappeared like a stifling fog. What am I right, Del? " Adel was silent, unconsciously he felt their arms. Warm, it feels like he has felt this. But, this is very different. As if he had felt the sun that was as warm as this sun.

I told him. “I will and always love you sweet caramel.” “Locus I’m….i’m pregnant, you're going to be a father.”

I guess he didn’t expect that answer. “I was wrong. You are really sweet, kind, and not what I expected,” I quickly reassure. Calvin still looks skeptical, though. I mean, what did he expect me to say? He probably thought that I was some arrogant blonde who only thought of her looks. And he has every right to believe that. “What makes me sweet, kind, and not what you expected?” He quickly puts forward. Now he is putting on the spot. It doesn’t take me long to think. He has done more than enough to prove me wrong in the short time that he’s been here.

I don't think I can continue living with you. My vision blurred immediately as I read what I couldn't fully understand. Forgive me if I can no longer stay in your life. Forgive me if... I can't fulfill the promises I made to you. Honestly, now I understand everything. Now I understand my true desire. And it's not to stay in your life. At first, yes, it was happy. But now? I no longer feel that happiness when I'm with you. I tried, but... it's really not there anymore. It's really over. Maybe that's just how it is. Some things fade until we realize it's already gone. And if I force it, we might just hurt each other in the end.

Mr. Brooklyn was dumbfounded. He blinked for a moment before parting his lips. "Fine" Those words come out thick as if they were being forced. Then he continued "Do not think that I have given my concept yet. Get ready in two months. This lady here will be called to our hospital for a pregnancy test" He raised his head and looked at Crystal. His stares were shooting razors into her fresh skin and she tried as much not to stare back at him.

"Ten minutes flat! That's all it took!" With a tone of dry hopelessness, Estel said, "Congratulations," but the girl didn't hear it. Estel felt like she'd prepared for a terrifying fall down an icy slope, only to land with a disappointing plop before getting three feet. And there Estel was, expecting to fall head over heels for Michael. She reflected with cynical realism... when he had someone like this snow bunny running around performing his errands and pleased as punch because she could report back to him that she had changed a tire in ten minutes!

Only one way to find out… "James?" "Yes, sweetheart." Sweetheart. His sweetheart. "Bite me. I need to feel you. I want you." "Grace." A groan. "You tempt me. I shouldn’t. Tell me to stop, or I wouldn’t be able to stop myself." He hissed.

"The institute has already arranged an apartment for you, and maternal-care services are included. It will make things easier for you and the baby." "Thank you, Luca. You're so thoughtful." When we reached the institute, I met my mentor, whom I hadn't seen in a long time. "Isabella, welcome to Silvercrest!" He hugged me warmly. "I heard you have a child on the way. Congratulations!" "Thank you." I smiled awkwardly. "I never thought I'd give up on love and choose research." "That too is a choice." My mentor's voice carried wisdom. "If you came here, it means your passion for science outweighed everything else. I believe you'll accomplish great things."

​"Will, that’s a perk where only you benefit. What do I get out of it?" ​"Me, of course." I laughed at his wild ideas. I couldn’t believe that a man who, at first glance, seemed so dark, dangerous, unreachable, and authoritative—with such an air of superiority—could be this sweet and affectionate. "Hey, what are you thinking about? You don't like the idea, is that it?" ​"No, it's not that. Of course I like the idea, it's just... I had things to do before heading to the offic—"