Candace Lamb Mga Nobela at Kwento

They were completely ignoring us. "Leon, seriously, you're giving me a headache with all that pacing," a whiny voice complained from the sofa. Candice was lying across the leather cushions, looking at her phone. She looked up, her lips pouted into a fancy, annoyed face. She leaned back, showing off. "Why are you so focused on some designer from another country anyway? Why won't you just hire me as the main model and creative director for the next campaign? We can do a massive influencer rollout. My followers would eat it up.

“She watches soccer. Made me see a few games with her at Stamford Bridge. She calls it—” “Football.” I finish her sentence and smile, already making plans in my head. “You know that?” “We’ve hung out a few times.” “Oou… she’ll make a fine model, but she’s too shy, and her parents will never allow her. I have some pictures from DMI’s opening last year.” She enthuses, dropping her mocktail and reaching into her purse. “She tried some of the new pieces, and…” “Alex?” I turn my head to see Candace frowning. More like sulking.

"And I barely touched you. You have gotten weak." "I have not gotten weak." "You absolutely have." Adrian looked at her properly. He tilted his head slightly. "Your face looks tired," he said. "Not bad, you still look annoyingly good. Was Morocco that hard?" Candace turned to look out the window at the city, familiar streets she had been away from long enough. "I was volunteering for my dad's company out there," she said. "Community development projects. It was good work. Meaningful" “You know the main reason why I decided to leave even though my dad asked me not to”

I don’t know who the hell started that rumor, but it definitely doesn't help redheads, especially red-headed omegas like myself. Except, I don’t think the Alpha is looking at me because of my red hair, or because of my nice body. I know I have slightly bigger boobs, curves, and a cute ass. That’s what I’ve been told by Candice, or Candi as she prefers to be called. She’s my best friend. We both are omegas and facing the auction tonight. Candi insists I will attract a great high-ranking wolf at the auction, and I have nothing to fear. She thinks I will be a breeder and not a sex slave. Neither brings me comfort.

She knew Radolf would consider her but, her wolf still wanted to be enriched. She wanted to be strong enough…she wanted power and strength to be able to go back to The Ember Wolves Pack and claim what was supposed to be hers. “I, Candace, shall claim the Luna's throne of The Ember Wolves Pack" She said with a cold, dark stare. Suddenly, her phone rang. It was her boss. She'd already taken up a job as a hotel room assistant and within weeks, she'd been promoted. “I'm on my way, boss" She hastily responded after minutes of holding the phone to her ear..

A cold chuckle escaped her lips as she resumed walking. Since she had planned to move some books today, she hadn’t put on any makeup. She wore a simple outfit: a loose white shirt and jeans. Her long, waterfall-like hair was loosely tied back with a ribbon. Even so, her skin was flawless and fair, her eyes bright and her lips red. A few loose strands of hair framed her face, lending a softer, more alluring innocence to her natural beauty. Kyle looked up from the sofa and was visibly shocked when he saw Candice. “Why are you—”

Abby was often there with me, but the moment Chance would sweep around, she was gone. "Tryin' to get Shawna to come back to the compound." "Sounded like you were telling her and not asking her." I smirk when she reaches us and extends her hand out to me. "I'm Candy, it's nice to meet you Shawna." Candice is beautiful. She is tall, at least five ten and has all the right curves. Her deep red head enhances her face and if I look close enough I can see small hints of freckles on her nose and cheeks.

The minute the area is clear of any Bampires, she gestures for me to come into the courtroom, where we have a shocked Lady Candice staring at me in fear. “Lady Candice, I am Cristina, the new High harbinger leader of not solely this council but of the entire planet. You are here for the assassination of Lord Cameron of Bluestoria your husband. How do you plead, Lady Candice?” she stares at me before responding to Cristina’s question. “I, Lady Candice of Bluestoria plead guilty to slaughtering my husband, Lord Cameron. The reason I murdered him was that he took the one thing I treasured the most away from me, her!” She replied to Cristina as she pointed in my direction.

Thinking of Annalise, I start to feel the wildness rise within me until I look up as Candace walks in. It was like she knew and as soon as she entered; I felt the wildness stall. I then smile at her and remember. Candace has blossomed in the Luna role and I kick myself on many occasions for not realising that she was the perfect female for the position. She is just as good as Annalise was. She walks over and around the desk and sits on my lap. I place kisses on her neck and then a dominant one on her lips. When I pull back from my kiss, she smiles at me and then looks at the calendar I have on the desk. She then sits up a little straighter as she looks at the calendar with a little more seri

Her words trailed off as she saw her, and then she smiled briefly "Oh you must be Candice." Candice inclined her head, wondering how she knew her. It seemed like everyone knew her around here before she even had the chance to meet them. "Wayne, I see why you informed me of your visit, very unlike yourself," the lady said turning her attention to Wayne. Just like most of the women Candice had seen in recent times, she was beautiful. She had long curly red hair with big round honey brown eyes. Her lips were plump and pink, she had a cinched waist with an overflowing bosom and wide hips that flared out on a slender frame of five feet six inches, giving her body a very curvy build. A simple outf