Candy Candy Live Novels & Stories

Meanwhile, back in her own house, Candy went through the songs she had stolen from Paige, knowing that no one else had heard them except the people in her family. She picked one of the songs, changed some of the lyrics, and began to practice, determined to come out victorious. She looked at the date and circled it. The next day was when the contest was going to take place, and it was the day she wanted to humiliate Paige more thoroughly before the world. She called someone and when the guy answered, she said, "Do not forget what I told you. I've paid for the front-row tickets. Once Paige starts singing, you all should boo her and throw stones at her until she runs out of the stage."

He finally hangs up and relaxed back to his seat. "Thank you, baby. Oh.. Mom and dad said hi. You're their favorite now." He took my hand in his and kissed it. "What event is it? What time and where?" I asked him. We were finished with our lunch and were sipping our coffees. "It's a yearly charity event, I usually never forget. But last night was too much I guess. Are you sure you're okay with crowds? It'll be at seven, at the vineyard. It's an outdoor event." He rubbed my knuckles and looked at me lovingly.

Annie said, as she brought her hand up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “Thank you.” Candy said as she looked at her mate, taking in the black slim cut pants she wore and the maroon top. It was cinched under her breasts, making them look even bigger. Candy had never wanted to lose herself more in a person than she did right now. “We should get going, I can’t wait to show you off.” Candy said, taking Annie’s hand in her own. Savoring the warmth against her palm as she watched a blush spread over her cheeks.

Today is the day of the Candy Wonderland party to raise funding for the women’s shelter and the children’s hospital. The ole ladies and locals have really outdone themselves. The clubhouse and club grounds look magical. Giant pink and white cane canes stand on either side of the clubhouse steps. There are big lollipops in various colours and individual candies decorated all around. Some hanging from the branches of trees and in the grass on display. There are huge ice cream cones, donuts, cakes, balloons with confetti that look like sugar strands, giant gummy bears, jelly beans that are little chairs. The place would give the witch from Hansel and Gretel a serious case of envy.

After being diagnosed with heart failure, my adopted sister, Michelle Langley, and I are both hospitalized. But there is only one spot for a heart transplant. For three whole months, Michelle and I fight for that one chance of survival. A video of me confronting my parents in the hospital corridor over their favoritism toward Michelle is posted online. Everyone sees me as selfish and vicious, claiming that I'm willing to disregard family ties just to stay alive. The day before my surgery, my older brother, Dante Stone, comes to my hospital room. He stands in the doorway, looking visibly impatient. "Michelle is just 20 years old. Her life has just started. You've been sickly since you we

The day before the college entrance exam, the class belle everyone adored stepped onto the podium. "I wasn't going to tell anyone, but I couldn't bear to let you all miss this opportunity. There's a hidden rule in this year's college entrance exam system. If you soak your answer sheet, it'll be transferred for a special manual review by top universities." I froze, staring at her for a long while before finally blinking dumbly. In my previous life, those exact words had been enough to make someone as dull as me lose my composure for the first time in my life. I ran to get the teacher and stopped the entire class from soaking their answer sheets. In the end, the class belle failed the exam

On my birthday, my acceptance letter from Mar University finally arrived. Mom even did something completely out of character: she ordered my favorite strawberry cake. For a moment, I thought my parents had finally remembered that today wasn’t just the day for my brother’s medical checkup—it was my birthday, too. However, right after I blew out the candles, Mom pulled out my brother’s acceptance letter from a local community college. “Mason, your brother didn’t do well in his SATs, so he’ll only be able to get into a community college,” she said. “His health is poor, and he can’t handle the stress of retaking the SATs.” Dad cleared his throat, assuming his usual stance as the head of t

They knew that they had to stay strong and united if they were to survive this ordeal. Esmeray stepped into the dimly lit room, the air heavy with anticipation. The only furnishings in the room were a solitary steel chair and a hologram computer, casting an eerie glow in the otherwise empty space. At the far end of the room stood a woman, her presence commanding yet enigmatic. “Welcome, Esmeray,” the woman greeted her with a nod, her voice calm and measured. “I am Cas.” As Esmeray took her seat, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something momentous was about to happen. Cas’s demeanor was inscrutable, her gaze piercing as she regarded Esmeray with a mix of curiosity and scrutiny.

I thought i could help by letting him have me but it seems like he's not ready either. I stood up and started checking the drawers. I think I need some sort of candy, mints or sweets since i can't sleep. I stumbled across the last drawer which I didn't really intend to open. I tried closing it back when I saw something black colored. I froze staring at the object. Hmm, Is that what I think it is??? I slowly brought it out and my heart leaped. This is a real gun! ÷ ÷

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.”