Candice J Story Novels & Stories

“You’ve got it bad.” “Maybe a little,” I admitted. Jaqui just laughed and pushed herself off the door frame. “Remember, if he has a friend...” Jaqui shrugged and waved as she left my office. I smiled as I got back to work. I was almost done with the research for Anastasia. I only had a few more things to add. It wasn’t my best work, but then I didn’t exactly have enough time to do my best. I had put everything I had into it, though.

“Tiny thing, maybe five-four? Asian, super pretty, early twenties. She put it down and hurried away like she forgot something important.” My heart did an Olympic-level somersault. Petite. Asian. Pretty. Makes Filipino rice cakes like it’s her love language. Dalia. I gripped the bag so hard the handles creaked. “She… ran off?” I asked, voice cracking like a thirteen-year-old. The lady nodded. “Yes, dear. Almost like she overheard something and got spooked.” Jacob was still clueless, munching on invisible popcorn. “What’s the big deal? Secret admirer?”

She cried a silent painful cry. Her father was buried and her hopes were buried too. She had secretly hoped that her father would pay for her fees when she would continue her tertiary studies. She sat in the outside shelter that day until she dozed off. The dreams took her to the place she vaguely recognised. She was with her father and mother in the park. The park was green and beautiful flowers were surrounding a small blue Lake. The park was really beautiful and all of a sudden her mother and father were on the other side of the lake. She wanted to go to them but could not cross the lake. She shouted for them to wait for her but still was unable to cross. They waved at her and pointed to

“Come on. Let’s go. We have to be back before the café closes. So we’ve got an hour and forty-five minutes left.” I swallow hard. Oh my God. This is actually happening. “Come with me,” Candice says flatly. The sweet smile she had earlier is gone. Now she’s giving full mean-girl energy, like she can’t decide if she’s furious Nico is risking everything for me or jealous that I’m stepping into his world. Dating or not, anyone with eyes can see she likes him more than just ‘former colleagues.’ We follow her deeper into the boutique. She leads us into her office, then walks to a blank wall. She swipes her palm across it like she’s clocking into a secret job.

Am I that easy to read? “I-I don’t really want to pry on your personal life…” My voice came out as a squeak at first from suddenly speaking. Dang it. This is the reason why I don’t talk as soon as they spoke to me. I need to ready my thoughts and vocals first. “It's fine. I don’t mind telling the story of how I met Jayce. However, I believe Jayce has something to give you.” He spoke. Jayce exclaimed at Aziel’s reminder as he jumped up at his seat. He went to the treasure chest and pulled out something that looks like a package covered with paper and bound by a string. Then, he walked across the room to the kitchen and brought a container. He went back to sit and turned his body to face me th

**Candice** Mrs. Stephens called Brad's parents immediately after he was admitted, telling them what happened and to come to the hospital as soon as possible. I stood next to her at the pay phone, listening to her story, nervous and shaking and out of my mind with worry for him all at once. She glanced over at me for a split second and rubbed my arm as if she knew I was consumed with guilt. Then she cleared her throat and continued, telling Brad's parents that we'd been investigating the Emory house for a class project at school. She paused, I assume to listen to their concerns, before agreeing it was a really bad idea that we snuck into an abandoned house. She effortlessly described how Bra

“If she left, she would’ve told us.” Oliver rubbed his temples, glancing around the massive hall. “Where do we even start looking? This place is huge.” Damien’s eyes narrowed as he scanned the room again. His gaze landed on a group of student representatives walking by, their lanyards swinging around their necks. One of them caught his eye—Cassidy, a senior and the president of his department. He hurried over, his heart pounding in his chest. “Cassidy!” he called out, waving her down. She turned, her face lighting up with recognition.

Aiden asked me. Candice opened her mouth and closed it. She seemed like she had something that she wanted to sat but did not have the courage to say it. Instead, tears were just spilling from her eyes. I'd feel sorry for her if not for the way that she's looked down on me in the past. I am not that kind. I don't see why I should pity her when all she's done is insult me. "So the both of you are not dating? But Candice told me that the both of you are dating! What's going on?" Cindy asked. I rolled my eyes. After everything , does she still not get it? What the heck is wrong with her?

Candice sounded so pissed. She had enough of the nonsense that Eliza was doing around them and it was irritating her so much. "Candice, what's going on?" "Is that my mum?" Claire asked and Candice nodded. She had forgotten that Claire's mum was still on the line since they talked. "You told her about it?" Claire asked "I couldn't keep it to myself and I didn't want to tell Adrian or Drake, your mother was my only option," Candice said and Claire nodded, she understood Candice

Such a pity about that guy back then… he was really something. But don't you go around spreading this story," Lynn said. "Got it," Mollie reassured her. Candice moved into a small, detached house. The environment was pleasant, and she was satisfied. After ordering the maids to unpack her belongings, she went to her bedroom to freshen up and get ready for bed. Just then, her phone rang. Candice picked it up and her breath froze when she saw the message. "Baby, I heard you successfully tricked your way into a wealthy family. Now that you're so rich, how could you ever forget me?"