Candy Candy Live Novels & Stories

She pressed shuffle and Baekhyun’s candy starts playing ‘I'll become something special So you'd come to me, yeah Even someone picky as you Will be addicted to me, yeah Girl I'm your candy Candy, candy) Special chemistry (Candy, candy) Mature cinnamon (Sweet) Dorky mint (Sweet) What more do you want? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah, yeah, yeah) Got me feeling like pop rocks, strawberry, bubble gum When the pocket is full of scent All I want is you my love (Yep) Candy (candy, candy, candy, yeah) You will feel better

It's a giant place with pink walls. "We haven't even walked in and I already feel better. Thanks for bringing me here," I mumble happily and get out of Grayson's horrible car. Candy Lane is the biggest sweet shop in ever, they have all kinds of sweet things, from candy to frapuchinos to cakes. As soon as we are seated, a very animated waitress serves us and we place our orders, but Grayson refuses to tell us his plan until we are eating. While I wait for what I ordered, I walk over to the candy section and buy some popsicles, because the ones I got from that nice cab driver are all gone. I'm not proud of that.

Her name tag says Candy, but the way she looks at me is anything but sweet. "Honey, with a body like that, why are you hauling crates?" Candy asks, her eyes raking over my curves. She reaches out, her long, manicured nails trailing down my arm before she cups her own breast, squeezing it until it spills over her lace bra. "Those tits... that ass. You’re wasted on the floor. Come backstage. One night on the pole and you’d have these bikers selling their souls to lick the sweat off your heels." I let out a short, sharp laugh, feeling a new surge of boldness. "Maybe another time, Candy. Right now, I’ve got drinks to serve."

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.

Candy nodded nonchalantly and explained, "Yeah, you can leave. But when you're used to this type of life, normal life becomes boring. Soon you will understand." Rivera lowered her head. She disagreed. This place was too inhumane, there was no way she could get used to it. Candace stood up and walked to the door. "Candy, where are you going?" Rivera called out instinctively. Candy cracked the door open, pausing to look back over her shoulder. "I have to call the professional staff. They'll be the ones to clean, prepare, and make you dazzle for the night." Candy then slipped out and pulled the door shut behind her.

Candy raises a brow and hesitates but pushes on towards me, seemingly undeterred. “Hi, I’m Candy, nice to meet you Liberty” she holds out her hand. Her smile is radiant but doesn’t reach her eyes. Ignorant, 17 year old Liberty didn’t see that Candy was fake. Seasoned and wiser Liberty sees right through Candy’s act. It pains me to realise how naive I previously was.

They both fell to the bed after that to catch their breath and when Dale looked her way once more, he discovered that she was now dressed as normal. “Did you enjoy that?” said Candy. “You know I did; after all, you read my mind,” replied Dale. “It might interest you to know that your fantasies are pretty much the norm for guys. I’m glad about that though, I don’t particularly like men who are too kinky.” “Tell me, Candy, how long have you been doing this?” said Dale. “A little over two hundred years now, but who’s counting,” replied Candy. “So, would it be fair to say that you’re immortal?” “We both are as long as you’re careful,” replied Candy.

She yelled; and everyone all cheered behind her; I smiled and I allowed everyone to walk in; Candy brought in the masks; and she single handedly gave everyone the masks to wear; thankfully; the masks were enough for the students; the DJ Candy brought; he walk to the side of the room; he set his equipment and while I scatter the soft and beer at the table; I began to hear music playing at the living room; everyone is roared; but happy… I walk with the drinks; I kept the tray on the table; and besides, they were plastic cups to drink from… I look at everyone; they were dancing at the dance floor; I witnessed Candy dancing with someone; she and I caught each other's eyes; she brought out a hand

“So, what about you, Candy? What are you into?” “Me? Meh! Not much, really. Just modelling and cosmetics. I don't have a shop where I sell them, though. I only do deliveries for now.” Candice said, while avoiding eye contact with Yomi. “Plus, I'm a make-up artist, and a very talented one for that matter. But the pay is pretty... well... wack. To be very honest with you.” “Come on, you don't have to feel bad. At least you have something doing.” Yomi placed a hand on her shoulder, giving her a reassuring smile. “Look at me, Candy. Come on.”

Since she was much taller than I was, and dressed like a dude with her short hair, she looked like a regular guy! Well, except for the fact that her boobs were like twice the size of mine! But that’s not the point anyway. Too bad I was straight! “Hey. This face,” he waved at his perfectly carved face with his index finger. “…is what keeps this band alive.” “Well, thank god it’s not just your voice then.” Candy quipped. Placing her hand on her hip. “Speaking of which, weren’t you a bit flat on the second verse, kyl?” she poked him, the corner of her lips curving into a smirk.