Your Sweet Expectations Novels & Stories

Ava Max - Sweet but Psycho 🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯 "Your child is this beautiful?" "What do you want now?" I asked quietly while walking on the spot. I could not take a step, and nails stabbed my feet in both soles. My feet are heavy, just stepping because my heart was heavy when I saw the reality that was not according to expectations.

He interrupted, not even attempting to give me a chance to wrap up my little spiel, "Fine. I am thinking of the worst all the time. That is a fact because I was brought up that way. I was trained to think of the worst possible outcome all of the time so I would understand how to deal with unexpected results that don't go my way. As it is, fewer expectations, less drama. And you should apply that to your love predicament. The more you are expecting something from him, the more drama you will have because you are not getting your expected outcome." "Expectations lead to more motivation. It helps us set a goal to achieve. With goals, we grow and never become stagnant." "You are unbelievable to

“You wanted me to try. I did.” “That’s not what I meant. You just… looked so calm in there, like it didn’t matter.” His smile was faint, dry. “I’ve learned to sound calm when I can’t afford to hope.” That ache in his voice sank into me. I hated how heavy it felt between us. So I blurted, “You know what you need? Something sweet.” He turned slightly. “Sweet?” “Yes. Sugar fixes everything.” He gave a quiet laugh. “I’ll trust your judgment, Mrs. Maxwell.”

Admiting that to Andre was a special kind of hell. He snorted and shoved my chest playfully. "Shut up. She said you were sweet." "Sweet?!" I nearly choked. That was a death sentence. "Hey, no." Andre shook his head, seeing the panic in my eyes. "Listen to me. For a first run, sweet is a victory. Sweet is exactly what you want." "Are you sure?" I demanded. "Because sweet sounds like a polite way of saying I failed." He rolled his eyes. "If she’d said you were a god, no one would have believed her. You’re a rookie. 'Bad' would have been bad. But 'sweet'... that’s solid."

“You’re right to be mad, but low jabs is a bit beneath you.” “It’s not really a jab.” I said sullenly. “You really are just too perfect much of the time. It’s a bit unnerving.” “Unnerving?” He shot me a befuddled look. “How is me being put together, unnerving?” “Well, it seems like expectations may be unreasonably high.” “Angel, I saw your ragtag apartment, I’ve dealt with your too-small towels and wiped your foggy handprint smears off my mirror more than once.”

Even Caramel finishes his food easily, though he is the last of us. As soon as that happens, we all look at Doctor Sweet. She is beautiful, the gentle look on her face able to make the weird thing in my chest loosen a bit. Even when she smiles, her eyes light up and makes the tension around us reduce by a thousandfold as she says "How are you?" There is silence at first but Strawberry breaks it by scoffing "That's a very fucked up question, isn't it Sweet?" She doesn't remind him of the no cussing on the table rule, her eyes rather are on Caramel "Love?"

She finally looked back down at her fingers and I knew that was my chance to strike. “What did I say about looking at me when I talk to you? Huh, Sweets?” I growled, loving how her breath hitched and her eyes immediately shot up to look at me as if hoping to not get on my bad side. Too late for that, Sweets. Besides, I apologize in advance. “I- I am sorry.” she muttered, her eyes getting glossy. “Good girl. Now, are you expecting me to wait all night just to watch you struggle to decide on what to eat? How hard can it be to make a choice?” I asked, my voice low but my tone harsh.

He was so clever at melting her heart, both in words and actions. "Exaggerating." "No," Alden defended himself. "I'm not trying to flatter you to win your heart. Besides, why bother with flattery? After all, you're already my wife, right?" Alden's words had truth in them. He had always been honest and never exaggerated in his judgments. If it's good, it's good, if it's bad, it's bad. If he said it's good, it means it's really good. If he said it's bad, it means it's really bad. He never expressed an opinion that seemed gray or exaggerated.

"Hi, Butterfly, You're the first woman to beat me at my own game. I like that about you. You are feisty. You have saved your diner. And not because I wanted a diner inside of that restaurant. But because you put me in a hot spot. People would complain about me if I did not return to the restaurant. Everybody will say that I am heartless. I must admit that I have underestimated you. However, there's one thing you need to know. I was teasing you when I said you could save the diner if you married me. I like you. I would love to get to know you better. I understand you do not believe in love as much as I don't. We might as well go out together and have fun. I promise I will not touch you if you

Licking my lips, I inhaled slowly as normally as I could to prevent my voice from cracking or quavering. “And I also understand that not everyone is important as much as they want to be. And not everyone deserves to be loved like they think they do, especially when they expect that love from others. And it all rounds back to expectations. So, what I want to say is, I don’t expect anything from you or Aamna, so please do not expect much from me either. Because I might not meet your expectations any longer. So… it’s a very… humble… request.” Silence lingered with the slowly moving time.