Candy Apple Cookie Quotes Novels & Stories

" Karen!" He screamed, kneeing beside her, " Karen! No please don't let me" he added as fake tear pour down his face. Karen stared at him with her eyes wide open, struggling with the pain, "You've always been stubborn, what made you think I will divorce you?. Of course, the clan would ask me questions but this plan was brilliant right, you die, they mourn you and we all move on." " Yo.....u're an an... im... al" she stuttered " No no, this was just the only way to get rid of you, you falling mixed with the poison will make sure you never survive" he said Karen struggled but the pain was too much and the darkness was calling her so strongly. " Is she dead?" asked a feminine voice, Karen Digwe a 20 year old young lady, who had a crush on the most popular boy in school, Allen Robert. next alpha of the clan, which made him the apple of every girl’s eyes, they all wanted to be the lucky one. Ever since high school Karen had often received letters from her secret admirer who always signed it with Ar, which at first she thought was Allen, maybe he had a crush on her too and didn't want her to know but her suspicions were wrong when the person sent her a letter warning her not to get married to Allen Robert. But she didn't listen, after a year of marriage, Karen is killed by her very own husband. Also finding out he had a mistress all this time. Karen thinking everything was over as she embraced the darkness of death, only to wake up 2 year before her marriage to Allen. Will she take revenge or forgive him? What other secrets does Allen hold? Find Out In The Luna's Pain.

When I was seven, my mother, a pianist, died of cancer. During her last moments, she held my hand. “Naomi, we both share a passion for the piano. When you grow up, you must stand on the world stage and play for me someday.” Since then, performing on the stage in Vinna had been a lifelong dream of mine. From the age of seven, I trained long and hard, practicing more than six hours a day until my fingers and wrists were bruised. At last, I gained recognition and earned a chance to audition for a spot in a top orchestra at twenty-one. If I succeeded, I would perform at Vinna’s New Year’s Concert the following week. However, my father brought home a sister, only six months younger than me. She became the apple of my father’s eye, and my piano room was turned into her dance studio. My brothers adored her, always personally making sure she got to school and came home safe and sound. Even my boyfriend, whom I had known all my childhood, was dazzled by her smile. His eyes often stuck on her. On the day of my audition, he ditched me on an overpass just to take her to her dance class. “Naomi, all you’re missing out on is a chance to realize your dream, but Charlotte can’t be late. “Don’t be such a drama queen. I’ll take you once I drop her off.” As the car sped away, I calmly took out my phone and broke up with Maddox over text. My mother was right. Boys only got in the way of dreams.

"I thought I was escaping a monster. I didn’t realize I was walking straight into his lair." After ten years of living in the shadows of her obsessed ex-boyfriend, Elena Vance finally has a chance at a real life. The prestigious role at Vane Enterprises in Las Vegas isn't just a dream job. Her new boss, Julian Vane, is everything the headlines say: cold, calculating, and breathtakingly beautiful. He’s also a ghost from her past,the untouchable "Senior King" from St. Jude’s Academy who shouldn't even know her name. But as the "mask" Elena uses to protect herself begins to slip, the coincidences start. A box of childhood candy on her desk. A necklace she lost a decade ago returned to her hand. Anonymous gifts that feel less like gestures of affection and more like evidence of surveillance. Elena is convinced her ex has found her, and when he finally corners her in the office, Julian is the only one there to save her. By the time Elena moves into Julian’s private penthouse for her "protection," the truth begins to unravel. The room he’s prepared for her is a perfect, brick-by-brick replica of her childhood bedroom. The security cameras aren't just for her safety,they’ve been tracking her every breath since she was thirteen years old. Julian hasn't just cleared her path; he’s dictated every tragedy and lucky break she’s ever had. He has a ring on another woman’s finger and a father determined to see Elena destroyed, but Julian has no intention of ever letting her leave. He didn't just find her. He created her. He’s not just watching her life. He’s owning it.

After years of chaos and war, Lia’s name rose in a world that had never expected someone like her. She had started as a little girl with nothing, slowly building influence in a merciless world step by step until her empire became a power feared by everyone. Yet behind her rise stood a man. A mysterious man who had entered her life during childhood, opening doors for her, teaching her how to survive, control people, and make the world bow before her without noticing. He never asked for anything in return, at least not in the beginning. Silently, he watched her grow. From the shadows, he removed everyone standing in her way and gave her the power needed to reach the top. Then, when Lia turned fifteen, he disappeared without warning, leaving her to finish the journey alone. For years, Lia believed she was finally free. She thought the man who had shaped half her life was gone forever. But when she finally came of age and stood as the complete ruler of her empire, he returned. Not as a mentor, but as a man who wanted her for himself. Max asked for her hand in marriage as though the answer had already been decided, as though every year spent shaping her had only prepared her for this moment. And on their first night together, inside a luxurious room carrying the sweet scent of candy, he whispered in the deep voice Lia had always loved: “My little girl… you still don’t realize how much you-belong to me. I watched you grow up in my hands year after-year, so never expect me to quietly watch another man stand beside you. You are mine, Lia, and that truth will never change, no matter how the world tries denying it forever.”

Before my grandfather, the Don of the Rinaldi family, dies, he leaves behind a will. The five Principessas of the Rinaldi family are forbidden from using our family name. We must live like ordinary people until one of us gives birth to the first heir. Whoever does so will inherit everything. For three years, I keep my identity hidden. My husband, Oliver Wright, and I live in a cramped apartment to the south of Windmere. Every morning, we squeeze onto the subway to get to work. When we're short on money, we stay up late making plans and racking our brains trying to keep his small company afloat. I never think life is hard because I love him. One day, the doctor hands me my medical test results—I am the first one to become pregnant. Upon learning this, my whole body trembles with excitement. The life that Oliver and I have struggled toward for years suddenly feels within reach. I drive home with a happy smile on my face as I imagine how he will react. But when I push the door open, I see a woman wearing my favorite nightgown. She is sitting with Oliver, sharing the apple I left in the refrigerator with him. He takes a bite from her hand and glances at me casually. "My first love, Maeve Young, is back. Let's get a divorce." My fingers tighten around the pregnancy test report. Then, I smile and say, "Sure." What he doesn't know is that his penniless, patient, obedient, and endlessly forgiving wife has a last name powerful enough to open every door in Windmere. I will keep this child, and the family fortune will still pass to me. As for my husband, Oliver? I'm ready to let him go.

“I will make you suffer, mate. I’ll break you until the only escape you have is to end your own life,” he hissed, shoving her backward. “Undress, get on the bed, and be on all fours!” •••••••••••••• Benita was considered a burden and was never loved because she weighed a few pounds more than what was considered the perfect slender figure. Her younger sister, Nina, was the apple of everyone’s eye, the opposite of Benita. Nina had it all—a beautiful face, a slim body, and she was even dating Nathan, the soon-to-be Alpha. Everyone believed Nina would be his mate and the pack’s future Luna. But fate had other plans, as on the day of the mating ceremony, it wasn’t Nina but Benita who was revealed as Nathan’s mate. Nathan, furious and disgusted, was forced to accept her. Nina, devastated, fled that same night, only to fall from a cliff, her body lost, presumed dead. Nathan blamed Benita for ruining his perfect life and sought revenge. He turned his pain into a cruel revenge, subjecting her to a life of a slave. When Benita discovered she was pregnant, she fled, fearing Nathan would kill the child, unaware that Nathan’s feelings had started to change, though he would never admit it. Five years later, their paths crossed again. This time, Benita was no longer the broken girl the pack hated; she had made a name for herself as a renowned healer, and men now sought her out. But Nathan wasn’t about to lose her again. He’d let her slip through his fingers once, and this time, he would do anything to claim her. And as if fate hadn’t twisted enough, her sister, long thought dead, came back from the grave.

My daughter, Nora Tyler, has congenital heart disease. When her disease relapses once again, I scoop her into my arms and travel to the hospital on foot on a rainy night. By the time I reach the hospital, I accidentally see the note my husband, Lionel Tyler, has left for the doctor. "I don't care what you do, be it dragging the time out to kill Nora or failing to save her life. No matter what, Nora isn't allowed to leave the hospital alive! "Chloe's due date is almost here. I want you to pay more attention to her. Only her child has the right to become the first child of the Tyler family." I can only stare at the note with bloodshot eyes. At that time, the medical staff has already wheeled Nora out from the ER. A white sheet can be seen draping over her body. When I was still pregnant with Nora, Lionel had taken leave for two years just to take care of me. He truly viewed me as the apple of his eye back then. After I gave birth to Nora, he even purchased an island and named it after her. My favorite gardenias filled every inch of that island. The Lionel who once refused to take any other woman but me as his wife and had prioritized me more than his own life… is also the same man who has personally killed his own daughter just because his first love, Chloe Meyer, is pregnant. My heart has officially died. After leaving a divorce agreement behind, I go home and inherit my family business. Now, Lionel can never hope to reach me ever again.

Rivergate's most elite social circle had always shared an unspoken rule. Men were free to play the field as they pleased, drifting from one woman to the next. Women, on the other hand, were only allowed a single, discreet indulgence on the day they came of age—a privately hired "life assistant" meant to take care of their physical needs. … On my coming-of-age day, I picked Elliot at first glance from a hundred applicants who came in for interviews. He wore gold-rimmed glasses, looked composed and restrained, and carried himself with a calm maturity that set him apart. He was steady, meticulous, and obsessively clean. The only condition he agreed to was that there would be no bodily contact—hands only. And after every encounter, he would scrub his hands with disinfectant alcohol a hundred times. Over five years, the empty bottles alone were enough to circle the villa seven times. I used to think that one day, I'd help him overcome his barriers and truly make him mine. That illusion shattered the night I got drunk and accidentally wandered into Elliot's room. Hidden beneath his pillow was a DV camera, and inside were several videos of him pleasuring himself. On the screen, the same man who had always been calm and rational with me was staring at the lingerie of the adopted sister who had caused my mother's death, his Adam's apple bobbing as he moaned her name, "Chloe… I love you…" Only then did I realize that every step he had taken toward me had never been about me at all. It had always been a carefully concealed, long-nurtured love for her. So, it was very odd that he cried when I took my adopted sister's place in marrying someone else.

It’s Monday and my first day of my new school. I drive my car around to where everyone else is parked, so I find myself a parking spot. Then I find the front office and go in and get my schedule. My first class is math, so I walk into the room and I’m the first one in there so I walk up to the teacher and hand him my paper to sign that I have to take back to the front office this afternoon. “Hello Miss. Billie Green I’m Mrs. Smart. It’s very nice to meet you.” The math teacher says, then sings the paper. You can go find yourself a set. I would try to find one in the front on the left-hand side. The kids pretty much already have the back full.” She tells me, and really it’s okay. I kinda like the front anyway. I make my way to a seat that looks vacant and sit down. Kids start piling in about five minutes later. And walking to their seats, there’s a tiny little girl that comes and seats down behind me. She introduces herself as Shaylee Apple. “Hello Shaylee Apple I’m Billie Green.” I tell her and hold my hand out to shake hers. I turn back around in my seat about the same time as a tall guy that has dirty blonde hair cut into spikes all over, ash gray eyes, so gray I can see the color all the way in my seat. He’s wearing a tight fitted gray shirt, and blue jeans. He has a very handsome face, but then he looks at me and instantly I see hatred in his eyes. What the heck, he doesn’t even know me. .

PHOEBE - Holy mother of craps! I had lost my virginity to the college’s bad boy, Asher Gilbert. And, he told me it meant nothing to him. He told me to get lost! ********* ASHER - All my life till now, no one had ever intimidated me. Not anyone. Not my dad, nor the school principal… Not those street gangs… lastly, not the mafia. But this strange girl— a Maserati shows up. Making me urge to brand her, as mine. ********** “Why are you like this to me?” “What do you mean?” “Why are you so dismissive but save me, every time I land in trouble?” He didn’t reply that. Instead, he sighed, crunching the plastic bottle in his hand. He threw it in anger to the other side of the room. Then he approached me. I took three steps back, timidly. His intimidating gaze dropped towards mine. He didn’t stop until the back of my head contacted the wall. Only then did his both hands angle at the sides of my head. My eyes immediately gorged at his hard-on. Flash backs of the night we had together immediately ran through my brain. The only thing I could think of was the way my mouth was wrapped around him. His Adam’s apple swallowed numerous times, making me wonder what he thought of. It was like one of those scenes of movies. Like he was in a battle with himself. But the question was, what was he so protective about? Why didn’t he like making conversations with females? “I’m never gonna change, Phoebe. Remember that,” ********* What is worse than drunken one-night-stand, with the college’s bad boy? Or a cold treatment thereafter? However, one pregnancy changes it all. In this love so wrong, can they ever make things right?