Your Sweet Expectations Novels & Stories

GisellesAdoringLittleBrother: "Something came up, so I'm no longer able to stay for the second half of the race. However, my doting sister told me that she's going to bring me down to the tracks next time!" There were various ways to interpret his status update. Blissfully unaware of his weakness in language, Harry lamented the fact that the netizens had such poor reading comprehension. "What happened? Did something happen to Madam? Hey, kid. Your confusing post is driving me nuts!" "Judging from how happy he sounds, I don't think anything's happened to Madam. But if that's the case, then he's just an ungrateful brat." "Yeah! She dotes on you, sure. But she dotes on her fans too, so stop sho

"She can also help in fixing that this time too." "It is Yvonne." He spoke a few words and my heart was crushed as I leaned back to the chair slowly and my eyes sting. That moment when all your hopes get crushed by a single name from a person you love, when you expect for something else, but gets something else in return, this was how I felt at this moment, this was how hurt I was, after learning that I was only kidding myself all this while and have silly expectations.

At my camera and my notebook and the ordinary things of a life that was entirely mine. "I will let you," I said. "Slowly." "Slowly is fine," she said. "Slowly is more than I expected." "Do not get used to low expectations," I said. "I am told that is not a good foundation." "No," she said. Warmly. "It is not."

he murmured, resting his cheek on top of my head. “You should. Cause that's exactly what I want.” We talked quietly then, voices low so that the world seemed to shrink around us. About life, about the little moments we cherished, about dreams that felt too far yet somehow reachable when we were together. “I sometimes forget,” I said softly, “that life can be… sweet. That it’s not always just obligations, or expectations, or… the chaos.” His arm tightened around me, holding me closer. “Life is sweet… but sometimes you need someone to remind you. To slow down with you. To see the beauty in the small moments… like this one.”

“Because I love you.” “I…” “I don’t expect you to say it back sweet girl. I know you’re still dealing with a lot right now, and I would never expect you to say some it while you’re still dealing with so much.” “I….thank you.” “Always sweet girl. Do…do you want to tell me about your dream?”

"What will I do now, control my feelings, will I prevent my heart from loving him? Bryan, I wish I could, but I don't know how." "I didn't say that, Belle." He shook his head. "Yes, you can continue to love him and you can always hope, but never expect anything, because sometimes expectations lead to disappointment. And it's better to be surprised rather than disappointed." After hearing the words expectations and disappointments, a decision suddenly came to my mind "What if I just quit and stop all of this?" He straightened his seat and looked at me, frowning. "What do you mean, you will quit?

I hear his deep sultry voice say. "Oh, sure" "Go ahead and take her for as long as you need" "Don't bring her back anytime soon" My friends beam at me so brightly, I can just tell they're about to lose their minds from the excitement they feel. I'm the only one of us who doesn't feel any need to be excited; that surely makes me the only sane person in our group. "They say birds of a feather flock together" Adrian's voice breaks my wandering thoughts. "I could say the same for you Mr Snotty. Show me your friend, and I'll tell you who you are" I reply with a smirk.

I’m just a computer nerd with an eye for perfection. And he’s… literally perfect. Literally. If I had to describe him in my coding language, it would be a flawless build—no bugs, no glitches, no unnecessary lines. Clean, efficient, and dangerously close to breaking every system it runs through. Wait a minute. What am I doing again? What is it that I was about to say? I’m trying to figure out my own brain when Sweet Poison steps closer and lowers his head, so we are looking eye to eye.

"I've wanted to ask you out for months. I just never found the right moment, or maybe I wanted us to be together again, while it's obvious that we're both caught up with living." "And tonight is the right moment?" "Tonight I'm trying." My chest tightened with guilt because he was so genuine and somehow, I feel like I'm hurting him too much. "Miles..." "Yeah?" "You're really sweet." He laughed but it sounded slightly pained. "That's not encouraging. Sweet usually means friend zone. You know?" "Not always." Hope flickered in his eyes. "No?" "No." That's when I felt it, that familiar awareness crawling up my spine that meant he was watching.

I said as Sweet cut the sleeve of my shirt to clean my wounds. “A man? What do you expect your girl is likeable?” Reagan said and I threw a glare at him. “Don’t look at me like that, I say she is likeable but I didn’t say I like her and I would steal her from you.” He said and smirked. “but that bastard did.” I said. “He did say he will steal Peace for you?” Bitter asks. “Yeah.” I answered. “The audacity huh.” Sweet said, smirkingly shakes his head while I started cleaning my wound.