Candice J Story Novels & Stories

Caroline had won, and Jane hadn't. It was the story of Jane's life. Jane wanted to get up and leave the room, but she stayed in her seat, listening to Caroline's end of the conversation. "Yes...thank you...thank you...I know...yes, she is...I'll tell her that...Goodnight." Caroline hung up. She turned toward the table. "I won," she said. Her voice was flat. "Jane, the judges asked me if you were my sister. They said they were very impressed by your energy and enthusiasm and by the originality of your project."

Nafisa cautioned. "I am on my way to your house" "Okay, I am waiting. Till then" She hanged up the call and cooked fried rice and chicken as the main dish , chocolate cake for dessert. She watched as the clock ticked away wondering what her husband is still doing out. The door bell rang for the fifth time before she summoned the courage to open it up. The door stood Khadija and her son fawaz. She felt a pang of worry in heart, married for two years without a child has been her problem, She loves babies but they couldn't make them, she only thought the problem was from her.

" I finish telling Candice my own story of Nicholas Cole. I never liked him. He is a terrible man, I then understood why Jared said he didn't have a father, he didn't. Candice looks at me and then down at her lap. She closes her eyes almost relishing in my story. "Thank you Laynie. I'm glad I'm not the only one that feels that way towards that monster." I decide to get up and get to Jared so he doesn't wonder where I am. Candice stands as well fixing her scrubs and says something that stops me in my tracks. "He never cheated on your Laynie." She confidently states. I turn around so fast I almost get whiplash. My feet are glued to the floor and my eyes are wide and already filling with tears.

She would play along to see how farther Candice would take this lie. “Your resume?” Larissa asked. “What do you need your resume for, Candice? And why would you enter here without taking permission from me or Maverick?” she stepped forward. “Are you sure you’re just here for your resume? Or should I be worried?” Candice quickly shook her head. “No, please,” she sighed, her expression turning sad immediately. “I knew that if I asked you or Maverick, you might forbid me from coming in, especially now that Mr. A isn’t here. It’s really personal and only Mr. A knows about it. I can’t tell anyone else.”

When he got to the part where the original wife, Rosie Harrison, went out with their son just before giving birth and was killed in a terrible car crash—Candice was so horrified she covered her mouth, eyes tearing up. “You’re crying?” Jerry teased. “You women are all so emotional.” “I don’t usually cry…” Candice sheepishly wiped her tears. She really didn’t. She wasn’t a sentimental person. She didn’t know why this story affected her so much. Maybe because it was just too tragic… or maybe because Mr. Lawrence said she resembled his late wife—ugh, as if that scumbag had the right to miss her! Worse than Kyle! A legendary-level scumbag!

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 hushed Candice, who blew raspberries about it. It was the first time all day that she could feel anything other than broken, chuckling at Micha’s jokes. “Speaking of cakes,” Candice began, “Is there anything you’d like to tell me about you and Tristain?” “Like?” Micha held back just to see if Candice would move forward. “As in, are the two of you baking? Or is he just in the batter?” she rushed out, blush settling deeply in her cheeks. “Oh my gods, Candy,” Aislyn choked on her BLT wrap.

A stranger who turns out to be my sister’s husband. A sister I never knew. A sister who literally walked into the estate, killed someone, and vanished. What the actual fuck is my life? I looked up from my spiraling thoughts as Candice shifted in her seat. She was wearing a tight tank top and one wrong move and her boobs were gonna stage a rebellion and skin-tight jeans that hugged every curve like they had a mission. Someone whistled from behind her. She stood to look, flipping her hair and shooting them a wink.

She would be thirty in a few days and just the thought of that, brought another sad memory to her. “OMG! It’s Candice,” Zara squealed in excitement and didn’t wait for any introduction as she gave her a hug. After disengaging, she said, “I am a big fan of your works and honestly, I knew it was you who set all this up. Thank you so much. You don’t know how happy I am right now.” Candice smiled and said, “You can thank your husband for that.”

She was the one who groomed so she knew what he went through to get to where he is and knew how much his career meant to him. Jay was and Idol so he couldn't date and so they dated secretly. Everything went fine until she got pregnant for him. She was torn and didn't know what to do. She thought about abortion but she couldn't bring herself to abort the baby. The children was the symbol of love between Jay and herself and she decided to keep the baby and treasure him\her. She thought of telling Jay but she knew how ruthless Jay is. He might want yo forsake his career to take responsibility for her and she didn't want that. Acting is Jay's dream and she didn't want him to give up his dream wh