Albert Candy Candy Novels & Stories

"Here." I looked at the candy, then at his face. I'm not a child. I thought. "Just take it," Beta Alvin said, as if he could read my mind. "It's good enough to make you happy, right?" I sighed. Despite my pride, I took it. ... I was still in the garden, enjoying the remnants of the candy Beta Alvin gave me. My mind drifted, trying to understand everything that had happened. Suddenly, a shadow fell over me.

James smiled closer and cuddled her affectionately. "This is yours, Candy!".

I'll deal with all your troubles. "Of course, if you really do have feelings for someone else, you can just pretend I didn't say anything. Think of it as me thinking too highly of myself. Here, have some candy. Life's bitter enough; you need something sweet to make it better." Albert held his hand out. Wendy was taken aback by his words. He … he knew about her family? The candy was like a sledgehammer. It slowly destroyed the walls she'd built around her heart. In the end, she couldn't resist accepting the candy.

“Let me finish up the candy bar salad and then I’ll give you the full tour.” “Candy bar salad?” Dante wrinkled up his nose and really, who could blame him. It sounded like a bunch of lettuce mixed with veggies and chocolate. Nothing about that sounded good. “It’s amazing.” I returned to the counter where I’d been cutting up fruit. “See, it’s apples and candy bars and pudding mix, and whipped topping.” “Is that the same as the kind in the can? Because I like that stuff.” Alicia picked up the tub of whipped topping.

They're all excited to see what's in the docs, but their Alpha must read it first, before they do. .....

Who was Master Albert? Master Albert, whose full name is Albert Huynh, was a figure who dominated the music scene for the past twenty years. Tiffany, a young singer who had only debuted for just over five years, was simply not comparable to him. Master Albert had semi-retired due to health reasons seven years ago, and in recent years, he had almost completely disappeared from the public eye. Twitter's Albert, who hadn't updated for over two years, suddenly posted a tweet today: I heard my junior sister's award is a sham. Then what am I? @Charlotte won't settle for less.

mommy asks me, and I didn't think it's too bad of an option, this looks to be the life of luxury. "I'm okay with it," I answer her honestly and she turn back to him with a smile. "We'll take your offer," mommy says, he had the biggest smile on his face then. "A round of champage please," he ask the waiter and mommy clears her mouth reminding him that I'm a little and not a switch, I shouldn't be having alcohol. "Two, and one sparkling apple," he says instead and mommy nods agreeing to his new choice. "Psttt...mommy...cookies," I whisper to her.

It is a small space with shelf-covered walls. There are glass bowls on the shelves, each one of them containing different colors of sweets. Lemon-shaped yellow candies, caramel-flavored sticks, colorful lollipops, red and white sugar canes...Candace enjoys the view and looks at them with enthusiasm. This is a delightful opportunity to act like a little girl who needs her daddy to take care of her. "Ah, sir! They look incredible." She bites her bottom lip and turns around to face the man who watches her intensely. "May I try one of them?"

“You can't say that, honey. You must remain grateful to God for being given salvation. Resume eating this chocolate and don't think about a lot of unnecessary things. However, you should not eat chocolate every day and every time because it contains sugar and is not good if consumed in excess.” “Yes, baby,” replied Albert with a smile. After that, back to eating chocolate. “By the way, since when did chocolate become Albert's favorite food? Do you know?” “Mommy said, Albert started to like chocolate when he entered elementary school. He always eats chocolate behind your back.” “Behind me, you mean?” “He never wants to eat chocolate near you because he doesn't want to make you sad. So he alwa

I should do this more often. As Jakob was cooking, I decided to scan their menu, knowing I'll come here more often and this'll probably be my new favorite café. “Shit,” he suddenly muttered. I set the menu down, looking at Jakob. “Is there a problem?” “We have no eggs. Darn it.” “It's alright, Jakob. I'll just have it with no eggs.” He shook his head. “You'll have what I promised, I'll just grab some eggs by the convenience store. My friend will handle it from here, okay?”