Your Sweet Expectations Novels & Stories

“So what do you want out of this?” “I… I want it all,” he admitted, looking vulnerable. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach. “The house, the kids, the happily ever after.” My excitement deflated instantly. This idiot was using sarcasm. The smirk on his lips and the mockery in his eyes gave it away. Why did I even bother hoping? Men couldn’t be faithful, not even under duress. Especially not in a relationship like ours. “So, Lucius? What do you expect from me?”

he smiles, “do I not look like I am.” I blush as I look at him, “am I pleasing you?” He cocks a brow, “Abi, just being in the same room with you pleases me, what we are doing is to please you, not me, but yes you are pleasing me beyond my expectations.” I narrow my eyes at him, “what expectations did you have?” He chuckles as he leans his forehead to mine, “kissing you for starters and then holding you, my ultimate expectation was tasting you, and you did not disappoint in anyway, you taste sweeter than any sweet cream and honey ever could.”

He’d loved me. Until I dumped him. Sighing, I sank back against the vinyl booth and eyed the door. Maybe Wes was going to stand me up. A small, petty little way to get back at the girl who’d broken his heart. I picked up a packet of artificial sweetener and began shaking it. Around me, the stares were obvious. In the corner, Dottie Daniels, founding member of the Blue-Haired Biddies, sipped her tea and sent poisonous looks my way. For a nice old lady, she sure did have the evil eye down.

My favorite song comes blaring through the speakers, "Ah, you are so sweet." He is avoiding my question; I am not going to push him for an answer, not today. It is supposed to be no strings attached, no commitments, no relationships. This can not become any more than it is.

Alphas POV “Going home already?” I turned and saw that one person I never expected to see. “Kai...!” the only thing I could react. The only thing I want is to go home and stay away from him as much as possible. But he is calling me, intentionally. He somehow noticed my uneasiness that he laughed. “You looked surprise. I guess you weren’t expecting me. I was just done with club.” No one asked though. “You joined one huh...”

I clench my eyes hard, why am I stuttering in front of him? "Never in my wildest dreams did I anticipate to be able to speak with one of Millenium Dreams' members. Goodness, how did I look earlier? I'm weary as hell!" Sancha exclaimed as we walked down the corridor. "Can you get over it, Sancha?" I irritatedly said. That is true, but is it necessary to repeat it every second? "What? I'm a fan, and his appearance pleases me. Don't tell me you don't agree with me?"

“Follow me.” One Way Talk... Nothing hurts more than losing a person we still have plans with, no matter how much we know that they could be gone any second. Nothing hurts more than lost hope and betrayed expectations. With that regard, I hope you nice people can vote, comment and leave a good review on the story ʕ𝄺(ᴥ)𝄺ʔ

HE LOOKED DOWN at me; eyes were a shade of acorns, a muscle in his jaw flexes. I do not know when this burning stare of his on me will heal. They glow with humor and playfulness that sent a shiver down my spine. And here I am, cowardly losing. He grabbed both of my legs, spreading them wide, then he thrusts again. Our eyes lock for a second. “You were on the dead-end, Sweetie . . .” he said huskily.

I leaned in closer, my lips brushing against her earlobe as I whispered in a raspy voice, "You're beautiful. You pleased me. The way you take me, all hungry and desperate, it's driving me insane. I want to make you scream my name until you can't remember anything else." Her breath hitched, and she moaned louder, her voice trembling with desire. "Then do it." She gasped, her hips meeting my thrust. "Make me scream your name...until I forget... my own. Take me over the edge, and I'll be yours. Make me forget." I understood the double meaning behind her words. She longed not just for the physical release but also to forget the burdens weighing on her at that moment. This connection between us w

"This is our home! Selene isn't back yet, so I won't let you do this to our home! Tell me—where did she go? Tell me!" Seeing how frantic he was, the lawyer sighed and said, "Ms. Adkins left a message for you. She said, 'With my heart long dead, where does love belong? A heart that has been shattered can never be pieced back together—just like how a past flame cannot be rekindled.' "So… Mr. Langley, you should let go." Jacob felt as if a hole had been carved into his chest, the cold air stabbing at his lungs with unbearable pain. A wave of dizziness hit him just then, sending a shiver down his spine.