“It smells like fast food in here.” KJ stated as he made his way in the hotel room.
Bianca glanced quickly eyed down Ken Jr. He had disheveled hair and his clothes looked like he thrown them on after picking them up off his bedroom floor. And of course, the man who complained about the smell of grease, drowned himself in a heavy cologne. Not only was Ken late, he was annoying.
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“Knock Knock!” Bianca and Maverick eyed each other at the sound of the voice behind the door. “I know. Not who you’re expecting, but my fiancé asked me to go in early as he had something in the office to complete last minute.” Natalia explained as she made her way in the hotel room.
She quickly took off her winter wear as she made herself comfortable in the space across from the couple.
I have the screenshots for all of Chapter 3 of Sweeter Than Sin. I really just have to write the story lol but in the meantime I’ve been playing my personal save file with my simself. Simself married the love of her life, Isaac!
Before the wedding, my simself was pregnant with her first child, a boy! My simself’s husband already has a son. Unfortunately, she suffered a miscarriage a day before the wedding. This was actually the second miscarriage she had.
A few days after the wedding, she found out she was pregnant again! So once they knew they were in the clear, they threw a gender reveal party.
Then her husband celebrated his birthday. Now he’s an adult! Here’s the small family celebration featuring the cute penguin cake my simself.
Amaris with our first babies. L – R Coconut, Caesar and Lapiz
My simself’s husband went to work the next day and my simself went into labor while he was at work. I tried to use PandaSama’s realistic childbirth but I was too excited and sent her to the hospital. Welcome to the world, Nara Griffith!
Maverick absorbed the sight of the snow dancing in the sky by counting every flake.
47, 48, 49…
Wait… was that the 49th flake? Maverick wasn’t quite sure since his blinks started to evolve into standing naps.
The Olivares were on the next flight out of Oasis Springs after receiving Ken Sato’s midnight call requesting a 7 AM call time. While Maverick felt tried and haggard, Bianca was filled with excitement.
Your love is like whiplash –– it comes in with the rain, it blows the doors wide open. When you fall in love, it is sudden and hard and immense. It is powerful. It is earth-shaking and world-ending. Nature is a force, and that force can be destructive if you’re not careful. See how the world is doused in gasoline and set on fire –– your love consumes, your love takes, your love burns. You’re hot and cold all at once, a hurricane and a wildfire bound together in skin, and when you’re in love, it can feel like it’s eating you alive from the inside out. When you love, it is with everything you have because it is everything you have. Be careful, darling, because not everyone survives the storm.
Marlene Sato
Love as a Threshold
Your love does not ask for much. Your love does not take. Your love is free, and unquestioned, and here for wherever needs it. When you fall in love, it is as gentle as a breath in the night. It is quiet, and it is effortless. It is tender. If your love was a house, it would readily welcome all who come through. If your love was a hearth, it would warm the hands of whoever stopped by, whether for a day, a month, a year, or forever. When you fall for someone, it is without strings, without conditions, without need. You love for the sake of loving, for the sake of caring for those who need it. You love with a giver’s heart and a giver’s hands and are made so much stronger for it. Being loved by you is to always feel at home. Your love may not always be well-received by those unprepared to linger, but it is unforgettable all the same.
Kenneth Sato Jr.
Love as Youth
Your love is buoyant. Your love is bountiful. It is ageless, and it will never age. When you fall in love, it is breathless. It is joyful and endless, it is magnificent. You think it, like your youth , will last forever. Youth is eternal, and so is your love. Your love skips rocks and tells stories, your love roasts marshmallows over fires, and laughs freely. Your love does not take itself too seriously. Your love is jumping into puddles just to watch the water splash, and dancing in the rain, and it is watching Sunday morning reruns of cartoons to feel young once more. Your love is forever, forever young. Being loved by you is to be loved by the summer months. And those never end, do they? Well, I won’t tell if you don’t.
Evelyn Sato
Love as a Flaw
Cowering, your love hides in the dark. In shadows and under cover of night, your love runs from corner to corner, afraid to linger, afraid to be caught. Afraid, afraid, afraid of everything. When you fall in love, it is with alarm bells ringing. Your love is a mistake, a flaw in the code, a purchase you don’t remember making and desperately want to return. You didn’t ask for this. You didn’t want this. It’s a problem–– your problem ––and you would do anything to pass it off, burn it away, scoop it out of you with bare hands, or carved out with hooked knives before it can destroy you. Get it out, just get it out now. You don’t care who you hurt in the process, only that you can’t afford to be hurt first. Being loved by you is to be loved by a figment of the imagination. It is to be loved in halves, or not at all.
Natalia Busch
Love as the Dawn
Pastel, saccharine and hopeful, your love rises slow to greet the day. It tiptoes on doe feet and blossoms bit by bit, petal by petal. Love is new to you, isn’t it? A fresh discovery in a world you do not quite understand. Your love loves with bated breaths. Your love swoons and sighs and lingers under awnings. Your love romanticizes. Your love aches as tenderly as a bruise. You’re swollen with desire and idealizations. The perfect kiss, the perfect touch, the perfect partner in life. Your love is wide-eyed and innocent, naive and pristine and oh, so very easily breakable. Being loved by you is to be loved by a child, by a lamb, wooly-eyed and helpless. Oh. I really hope it lasts.
Chapter 3 is going to take some time because the update for Crystal Creations fucked up my game. So here are some photos of the Fox Family. More about the Ernestine and Marcus Fox will be revealed throughout the story. I feel like it won’t hurt to post these pictures since I already posted their family tree.
Miles away, the Satos also enjoyed their first family dinner. Of course, Mr. Sato was nowhere to be seen, a common occurrence in this family. Instead, two other people joined their meal.
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“They’re here!” the sound of the knocking on the door nearly made Eliana’s heart jump out of her chest. As soon as Mauricio got back to Oasis Springs, Eliana was given clear instructions: Plan a family dinner.
So she did. She cleaned the house, looked up a new recipe and sent a funny text in the family group chat to make sure the kids knew they were required to be here.
“I’m so happy to see you,” Eliana said as she buried herself between her son’s and his girlfriend’s face. Maverick was used to his mother over pouring her love.
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