Candace Lamb Novels & Stories

I accepted it. The woman to my left was Candace, wife of shipping magnate Gregory. Immaculate in her late forties. The oldest of all women. "Sarah Hale," she said, like she was tasting the name. "It's been a while since we saw you in public gatherings like this." "It has," I agreed pleasantly. "And you haven't changed at all, Candace. The last time I saw you, you didn't have all that grey hair on your head." She smiled. She hadn't said anything kind. Neither had I. We both understood each other perfectly.

This made me very jealous for some reason. "Sorry Candie, I been busy. Every time I stop in your never there. I talk to Mom almost every day. Your right though I need to go home and see her more." " Lily I see you met Candie I hope you to will become good friends. Sorry I didn't introduce you two sooner. Candice is my little sister, just a little than two years younger than I am " "That's good to know hun. She seems really sweet and I think she will be a good friend and all of our classes together. Did you know we are both majoring in culinary and business?"

She had to think positive if she married she would no long have to endure the cruelty of her mother. Cassie sat at the dressing table brushing out her long black wavy hair. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her skin was pale a fine porcelain her eye were a piercing color of ember her features were delicate and refined with her high cheek bones and strong jawline. She stood five foot seven inches tall. She was tall for a woman of her time. She had a perfectly sculpted body that turned many heads when she went to town on the rare occasion with her mother. Marcella was a site of beauty standing only five feet two inches tall. Her skin was the same porcelain color her eyes black as night.

“Or should I say, previous Luna, as you seemed to have been banished from your lands?” “You know me?” “Better than you know yourself, I suppose.” “Who are you?” The blonde woman raised an eyebrow. “You don’t know me?” “I wouldn’t have asked if I did?” She cleared her throat. “Well, I’m Gamma’s little sister, Candice.” “Gamma…oh, you meant Zach’s little sister? Well, it’s nice to meet you, Candice. I’ll see you around. For now, I need to speak with—”

The woman who introduced herself as Candice Dy moved closer towards her and gave her a sweet smile. 'Candice Dy? You are the original female protagonist?!'

Candace says in a matter-of-fact tone. I turn away to compose myself, Candace is simply too funny. She is the youngest of the group being almost in her late twenties. Only a few years younger than me but she's from a small town and didn’t have to grow up as quickly as I did. She is petite with blonde hair and blue eyes with a soft-spoken demeanor...normally. Which I figure makes her the perfect kindergarten teacher. Being from the Midwest she had never been to the ocean. When she moved out here for college, she met her husband who is a lifeguard, the first time she ever went to the beach.

“And someone get me a cigarette. Now.” My name is Candace Moor, but the world knows me as Candy. I’m twenty-five year old sensational pop star, with my face plastered on billboards across the country. To my millions of fans, I’m the sweet, innocent girl-next-door who writes love songs but that's a beautiful lie that makes me a lot of money.

"And who the hell is Candice?" Killian guided her to the couch, easing her down. He sat close to her, taking her hands in his. "I was going to tell you once you were fully recovered. Candice leads the Raven vampires," he said quietly. "She's old—I mean, not physically old—vampires don't age—once they're turned, they stay like that." He held her hands tighter now. "She's over 150 years old, if I'm not mistaken. "What?" Annie was bewildered.

he said, and walked out. “What a jerk!" Rivera cursed under her breath and glared at Shadow’s retreating figure. The girl glared and nodded. "Yeah. He's an unfeeling jerk." She turned to Rivera and placed her hands on her hips. Her voice was husky and alluring. It was just like she was the epitome of seduction. "Hey, I'm Candace. My nickname is Candy." Rivera looked at her. "I'm Rivera." "Nickname? Not a lot of people pay attention to names." Candy twirled a strand of red hair with her pinky finger.

She holds up the key. “Mother isn’t very good at keeping hold of this.” I almost laugh, but then, I have no idea why she’s here. It can’t be for anything good. I don’t ask. Instead, I take a few hesitant steps toward her. Candace is eighteen years old, three years younger than me. Unlike me, she looks so much like the rest of the family it would be possible for people to think she’s Kieran’s twin sister, not me. Of all of my siblings, she’s probably the nicest one, but not to me.