Candy Candy: Albert Novels & Stories

Suddenly, he clasped my hand tightly, like he was holding a rare treasure—cautious and reverent. His eyes shimmered with emotion, his voice low and hoarse. “Candy… you’re Candy.” Candy? Again? What Candy? Annoyed, I yanked my hand back. “Alpha Nick, that’s enough! Let me go! Candy? This is ridiculous!” My resistance seemed to sober him up. I guess whoever this “Candy” was, she wouldn’t react to him like this—so clearly, I wasn’t her. Alpha Nick let go and sat back in his chair, leaning against the backrest. His expression cooled again into its usual indifference.

My grandma yelled as she got out of the the car slamming the door behind her. “ she said she was sorry for not being able to make it here because she had some kids to deal with. I guess Briella has her hands full.” I chuckled “ Well I’m so glad you can make it!” giving me a big hug “ I see you brought the two trouble makers of your own with you.” grandpa adds standing by the driver seats door “ Yes, sir you remember Creed he’s my beta now and this is Ryan he’s younger brother, hes my gamma” I explain nodding my head in respect. I might be the alpha now but I know better than to cross my grandpa

“I hope it’s not a trap.” “And if it is, are you scared?” I tease him. “Me? Scared? Haa, I can laugh in the face of death.” He bursts out. We don’t need weapons to fight, we have our strength, which is more than enough. We go into the building, and within a few minutes, Oliver uses his sensitive nose to get Alpha Tate’s scent, and we find him. He looks so pale and white. His hands are connected to drips, he’s chained up and hanged lifeless on it.

I replied. He laughed and shook his head. “She’s my cousin. She has been entitled all of her life. Her mother and father have spoiled her beyond imaginable, and she can’t process that she isn’t that little girl who always got her way anymore. She’s ridiculous. Our grandfather is the Elder council member, and even he regrets asking Alpha Draven to give her a chance,” he said. Entitled wasn’t the word I would use to describe Candy, but I guess if the shoe fit. Scott was very unlike Candy. Since I have been here, he has always been polite to people, and tried to help wherever he could. At least from what I have seen.

“What if I tell you something interesting?” “I’m open.” “What if the Paradise is not over there and the Magicians were also looking on it? What if it is here?” “Then you are dumb fool,” Albert laughed. “Is this Paradise to you?” Raymond finished his meal with a glass of beer. “What if I can lead you there?” Albert looked at him. Amused at first but Raymond was unmoved and he could see the sincerity on his voice. “Damn,” Albert muttered. “You are mad.”

"You seem very strange." "Candy, I don't think I can't join you anymore." "What?" Candy got up very upset. "Why are you suddenly like this, Apollo? You said you wanted to help me get rid of Mr. Liam! You said you wanted to be an Alpha! Tell me you're just talking nonsense!" *** ....

"I need to ask you something, but it’s a secret!" I laughed softly and knelt down to his level. "What’s the secret, pup?" I whispered into his ear, watching as he giggled with delight. "I wanna know if you have more secret candy spots!" Andre said, his eyes darting over to the cabinet where I’d hidden the candy before. "Leo and I have been good, and Mommy Lyra’s bakery is closed, so we deserve candy!" I smirked, ruffling his hair. "Well, that candy belongs to Alpha Kaidon, and he’s had quite the sweet tooth lately," I whispered conspiratorially. "I think he took it all for himself like the big, bad Alpha he is."

He slammed on the brakes, parking the car on the side of the road. "What's wrong?" David asked, frowning. "Dad, there's cotton candy for sale at the park entrance. Could you buy me one?" she asked with an innocent look. "You're a grown-up; you shouldn't eat children's stuff," David said coldly, but he still ordered the driver to buy it. She took the white cotton candy from the driver, looking charming. "I remember when I was little, Dad and Mom used to take me to the park every weekend. I would ride on Dad's shoulders and eat cotton candy. In the summer, the candy would melt and get Dad all sticky."

"What did I say to the two of you about whispering sweet nothings?" I glanced at him, noting the scrutiny in his eyes. It seemed Kendrick was paying closer attention to our interactions, perhaps trying to decipher the dynamics between Lucas and me. The atmosphere shifted, and I wondered if Kendrick was more observant than I had given him credit for. Trying to shift the focus away from the awkward tension, I asked, "Where exactly does the Alpha King live?" My voice struggled against the hum of the engines. Kendrick leaned back in his seat, his eyes momentarily lifting from his phone. "The Alpha King resides in the Ethereal Palace. It's a place of magic, guarded by ancient spells and protected

he looks around and chuckles, “And all these other carnival-goers.” Happiness fills me, and I laugh at his teasing words. He’s sweet, and honestly, I think this is the happiest he’s ever looked. It’s a nice change from his serious Alpha aura that he presents when we’re at work. A group of people fly by on a roller coaster, and a tiny hit of adrenaline shoots through me.