Candace Lamb Novels & Stories

Emily Warner, the crazy and happy go lucky side-chick in all of the stories. She is happy that all of her friends met the man of their dreams but she hasn’t. She has never met a man who even remotely loved her. As a kid, she always hoped for a crazy life story like beauty and the beast or toy story or finding nemo. But she worked at a nine to five job, at the age of twenty nine, she was single, while all of her friends were either getting married or pregnant. And there she was sitting in front of the television, eating chips out of her hair.

I ask as I plaster on my professional smile and walk over. Candice is probably one of the most gorgeous women I have ever met. Long thick red hair, bright blue eyes that match her brother's, she is on the tall side, like me, and has curves in all the right areas. The moment I met her I couldn't tell if I wanted to hurt her for being so beautiful or worship the ground she walked on. "Hey Anna. I was wondering if we could talk to you. Privately." Candice asks. Her voice seems a bit on the hesitant side and that only has my eyes wondering over to Austin.

He didn't want to go her wrong impression about him! Chantelle sat down on the bed, still processing what had just happened. It was a strange mix of emotions - embarrassment, gratitude, and relief. But the thing that stood out to her the most was the sense of safety and comfort she felt around Delcan. It was a feeling she hadn't experienced in a long time, and she savored it. She knew that she was on the path to healing, and Delcan was helping her every step of the way.

"Who's the new guy," Candice asked Leonora, sipping on a glass of champagne. "You mean that young, handsome man standing with Ava, looking at you!" Leonara laughed as she shook her head, "Yes," Candice replied and held her focus on Leonora. "Honestly, I don't know. I only know that he is some big-shot investment man," Candice bit her lip, "Oh, okay." She sipped on her champagne and glanced in his direction occasionally. Candice was blown away by confinement.

Her husband is with her to depend her. " Is that Candice the nerd? " She heard someone im the crowd asking. " Com'on, babe. Introduce yourself. " Brandon encouraged him. " Hi, everyone. My name is Candice Villanueva Garcia, and yes I am Candice the nerd but I've changed. And now, this man beside me is my handsome husband. I hope that you also show respect on me. And for all the girls out there, Brandon is off-limits, I hope we understand each other. " Amused by the way his wife answered all. the criticism.

I immediately yelled at the top of my voice, "Candace! He's Liam's uncle! Are you sure you want to hurt him? Aren't you afraid the Hiltons will come after you?" Candace hesitated for a moment. However, she then shrugged and said nonchalantly, "I've never heard Liam mention an uncle. And even if he really is Liam's uncle, I'd be doing the Hiltons a favor by getting rid of a sickly bastard like him. They'd be so grateful to me.

“You look fabulous. Did you lighten your hair?” “No,” Ru laughed. “Just the sun.” Her hair was almost platinum blonde, and Candice was always telling her how jealous she was since hers was what she referred to as “mousy.” Still, Candice was gorgeous, and Ru couldn’t believe some lucky guy hadn’t proposed years ago. She seemed to always go for the wrong type of guy, though, and as Candice began to tell her about how her last few weeks had been since they’d seen each other, Ru’s mind wandered across the hall. Maybe Cutter and Candice would make a good couple.

“Apparently, she can levitate things, people, herself.” “She did that?” Elliott asked, his eyes bulging out of his head. “Apparently,” Cadence repeated. “Holy shit….” Brandon covered his mouth, realizing he’d swore in front of his mother’s girlfriend. The door behind her opened, and Cassidy walked out like a normal sixteen-year-old girl, Jamie behind her. “Good news. I can infiltrate Vampire minds like never before,” she said, smiling like that was going to make everything else okay. “And float people,” Brandon added.

Biting my lip in concentration. "I think I'm done," I say, his face is outstanding better already. Patching itself together as though nothing happened. He doesn't move, "you're beautiful." I flush. Looking down and picking at my cracked nails. "Stop." Chris merely smiles, "You are Andrea. And I'm going to remind you every chance I get." I fumble to words, to any response. I've never considered myself beautiful. My almost platinum blonde hair was weirdly natural and my blue eyes where so light they sometimes seemed to reflect clouds. But beautiful? No.

“So, what about you, Candy? What are you into?” “Me? Meh! Not much, really. Just modelling and cosmetics. I don't have a shop where I sell them, though. I only do deliveries for now.” Candice said, while avoiding eye contact with Yomi. “Plus, I'm a make-up artist, and a very talented one for that matter. But the pay is pretty... well... wack. To be very honest with you.” “Come on, you don't have to feel bad. At least you have something doing.” Yomi placed a hand on her shoulder, giving her a reassuring smile. “Look at me, Candy. Come on.”