Bleach Candice Catnipp Novels & Stories

The knife slipped from her hand and clattered to the floor with a metallic clang. Then the colour of her eyes instantly vanished, turning sapphire and bluish. Ceaser rushed for the knife but she suddenly realised herself and rushed in and kissed me. Immediately, a blinding light sized the whole cell and engulfed our captor. He screamed in pure agony before vanishing into thin air.

There Cole was, stripping his clothes off too slow from the public view, Candice was drooling over him. “Why does he have to be so tempting?” she muttered, and we three chuckled. “Damn that ass, biceps and likable abs.” We pushed her off of the bench, that didn’t seem to bother our best friend, her eyes still glued on the man of her wet dreams. Mel handed Candice a lemon juice. She gulped a glass and another. “What happened to the prude you?” Mel teased, Candice just shrugged it off. “Watching everyday Brenda tongue fucking every day I guess.”

However, her conscience could not handle what she was seeing, or rather, hearing. “Give her a break, Candice. It’s not her fault,” Alice bravely announced. She felt a lump on her throat as the monster, also known as Candice, turned in her direction. “Excuse me?” Alice stood up to face her even more. “It’s not her fault. You should shout at the boys who tripper her.” “Stay out of this, Le Blanc. This is about my shoes, not yours.” Alice was taken aback. She did not know that Candice knew her existence. But, of course, who was she kidding? Everyone knew her, not because she was a Le Blanc, but because she was a Warren, daughter of murderers.

If look could kill maybe Izzy was already dead. Candice couldn't eat her meal as well as feeling indigestion and suffocation gushes her. She was fucking jealous Izzy had everything when she did everything so she does not exist. She felt still a shadow of her but actually, Izzy was the shadow. "Candice, babe eat your food. That's not for Inst*gr*m and for a photo opt only." Candice's friend taps her jokingly as she didn't touch any of her food after snapping a photo.

She took another swing from the bottle. Candice had been spoiled rotten but she took had to meet our mother’s standards for our lives. Candice was looking for someone who would accept her for the parts she wouldn’t let anyone see. I’d never felt closer to my sister. “You’re not a disappointment. Chad dumped me… I cheated on him with a strip club owner who’s also a loan shark and possible mafia member.” Candice blinked at me. She pushed the bottle of vodka in front of me. “You need it more than I do.”

she says before kissing my forehead and leaving my room. The silence at her departure is so overwhelming I find myself going over and opening the balcony door. The warm early evening air is nice against my face as I close my eyes taking a deep breath. My eyes fly open when the scent of that shit Cat smokes hits me, I look to my left knowing that's where her room is. I hear two voices, I step back then whisper a concealing spell then listen. “I have told you, she will get what's coming to her when the clock hits midnight” Catalina says then giggles, I am just about to step forward to check who she is talking to when the horrible nasally voice of Candice cuts through the air.

Pouncing on us was a routine of hers. “Cad, stop it. You will choke her,” Jannet scolded, being the mother hen of the trio, while Candice and I were her little kids, totally opposite to each other. While Candice was the bright sunshine, I was the gloomy dark cloud floating in the middle of nowhere. “Huh??! I do not hold that tight, do I babes?” her hot breath fell on my ear and she smelled of strawberry bubble gum. I held her wrist, “Maybe a little?”

But Candice was never weak. There wasn’t a thing in this world that could touch her. Hurt her. She never knew what those things were. But she did know how to give them to others. --- Mr. Howley, the greasy cook who reeked of sweat and onions, once whispered in her ear that if she weren’t so young, he’d “break that pretty little back out already.” Hannah, the girl from the next room over, had snuck into Candice’s bed one night and cut off her hair. Just because she could.

My naughty girl. A shiver passes through her spine and tickles her insides. Her eyes drop to her narrow waist and she turns her body slightly to the side. She looks at the little bruises on her hips -another marks of that night- and bites her bottom lip. Candace can't get over him despite the passing days, despite it being supposed to be a one-night thing...She really liked to be a naughty girl for him, for her candy daddy...Now she is curious about the new experience.