Candy Aesthetic Novels & Stories

Apollo pleaded. Candy chuckled, tears still running down her cheeks. "If you value the past too much, then keep living in it! I'll reach my future. And what did you say? Without him, we won't be able to meet. If we are destined to meet, then we don't need anyone else. The universe will bring us together." Candy was very cunning. Besides being known as a very beautiful and charismatic woman, she was also known as a very smart and manipulative woman. She would do and say anything to get what she wanted, including using wise words to justify her foul intentions.

Lumen generated a new internal diagnostic: The Aesthetics of Endurance. It realized that beauty, in the colony model, was a function of survival. An object was beautiful not because it was new, but because it had been repaired with intent. The machine began to adjust the "Citywide Aesthetic Protocol" to favor visible repairs over seamless replacements.

His arm was draped behind her, his hand resting on her shoulder. Across from them, Cady was a study in contrast. Where Helena was soft curves and warmth, Cady was sleek lines and cool elegance. Her blonde bob was perfectly sharp, her porcelain skin flawless. She leaned against her husband, Aiden, who looked like he’d just stepped out of a catalog for expensive watches. With his sharp jawline, designer stubble, and an arm slung casually around Cady, he exuded an arrogant confidence. “I still maintain,” Aiden said, pointing a finger with a mock-serious expression, “that ‘Two midgets shitting in a bucket’ is a perfectly valid and hilarious answer for the card ‘What’s that smell?’”

Candy shifted her gaze away from the spoon towards the window. She was at long stares with he window, before finally shifting her perky gazes to the woman beside her. Candy couldn't help but feel the cringe vibes from this woman as if her entire life was hidden under a pretentious tone. “Oh!” She responded with a long face, opened the waste bin and thrashed the cake into it. Her fingers itched against one another. Eddey swept off the current emotions bubbling in her heart. Never did she expect that the future heiress would also share the same attribute with her father which was being difficult to please.

he tugged at my wrist and shoved me in another room, containing numerous glasses full of colorful liquid swirls that it was mesmerizing to look at them. “This is the candy room – it is specifically for kids favorite which is why everything here is colorful,” Caelum pressed a bar of something completely covered with multi color wrap in my hand and asked me to take a bite. I carefully peeled it open, frowning at how colorful a food can be. The bar cracked as I ate it, giving me the impression of biting into an edible rock that occasionally pops inside my mouth – the taste of chocolate overwhelming me as it melts.

The only difference was that they had almost opposite aesthetics. Aubrey was the pretty, cute lady you had no idea could claw your eyes out. She represented yellow, pink and all things girly, and always had a smile on. Hazel, on the other hand, had a dark aesthetic. Wore dark colours, especially red. Always had red lipstick on. Seductive but sweet, to only the people she cared about. She was also girly, but the other kind. And she would absolutely claw your eyes out. But that was the only difference in them. Their aesthetic. They loved the same things.

“What intrigues you most about this little treat?” “Honestly, I don’t know. I mean they have beautiful Mocha skin, and rich, warm chocolate eyes, these perfect, high cheekbones, and a slender body, and while I hadn’t seen it until later, a perky, bubble butt, but it wasn’t any of those things, It is something invisible that I can’t really explain.” I slam back a shot of something interesting. I am not sure what it was called because Candy brought the shots to the table after her performance. “Am I a bad person? Am I wrong for wanting to throw caution to the wind?”

Candy and Sugar stepped in right behind me, already smiling like predators. Candy was pure p**n-star perfection with platinum blonde, fake DD tits barely contained in a tiny silver bikini top, tiny waist, and an ass so round and firm it made my mouth water. Sugar was the perfect contrast with caramel skin, long dark hair, natural heavy tits, and a fat, juicy ass that jiggled with every step. Both of them were barely dressed, bodies glistening with oil and glitter. “You’ve been staring at us all night, Drew,” Candy purred, pushing me back onto the couch with both hands on my chest. “Time to stop looking and start feeling.”

He leaned in, closing the distance between us, his breath brushing my cheek… “Well someone put in some effort today.” We snapped apart. Candy strutted in like she owned the floor. Adonis groaned and dragged a palm down his face. Of course she looked perfect. She always did. Her mini skirt showcased her impossibly long legs, and her eyeliner looked sharp enough to slice skin. “Candy, what do you want?” Adonis said, his voice hard. She ignored him completely, eyes fixated on me like I had personally offended her.

Fresh flowers in a small vase. Dad pulled out a thick photo album from his coat. It was filled with pictures he had taken over the years of children all across the country, their faces lit up with joy as they ate the noodles. "Layla, look. Everyone says your noodles are delicious." His voice cracked as he stroked the cold photograph on the headstone. Mom's hands trembled as she pulled out a package of fresh candies from her pocket. She had searched the entire city to find the sweetest, best ones.