Candy Danger Novels & Stories

said Dale. Candy turned back to herself and sat on the edge of his bed. “Why? I don’t think there’s any harm in a good fantasy,” replied Candy. “If I were to touch you in those forms, it would feel as if I were invading their privacy, even though I know it’s not them. Besides, if I took you in one of their forms, the fantasy would be crushed.” Candy didn’t respond to that. Instead, she reached over and stroked the erection she could see pushing up the covers.

The air around me was getting tensed and I could only feel myself heating up. I scroll down the pictures and come in contact with a video. My hands were shaking as I pressed play. This can't be true. It's him. It's Collins. I look up at him then at my glass. With one shot, I take in the full liquid and empty my glass. I drop it back on the table, angrily, not caring about the loud noise it made. I grab my purse and stomp out of the restaurant. "Jane." He called from behind.

The way his deep, baritone voice terrified every inch of my body. He didn't blink. He didn't even have to. He just stood there, staring hard at me like he was observing some fascinating specimen under a microscope. And yet again, it was exciting because of how alive he made me feel. Like the young, naive college girl I was six years ago, something I never felt with Carter or anyone else. Only this time, it was more dangerous and wild. “You wanna bet on it?” I narrowed my eyes. “Huh?” “You want me to leave you alone, right? To stay clear of anything that concerns you, to erase every memory of us like it never happened? Then you’ll have to agree to the contract, darling.”

She has never gone too deep into the forest before. Her mum had earlier warned her and her little sister-candy about how dangerous the forest could be so the least they thought of doing was roaming the thicket without knowing that the end of the thicket marked the beginning of the forest. How was she certain that candy would go too deep, to the extent of endangering her life. Yes! the forest was attractive and always inviting but it was 'dangerous' like her mum had pointed. It's indeed dangerous for a little girl like candy to wander alone in the forest.

"You are here to clear your head when there are lots of great places to clear one's head, Katherine, are you forgetting that we now live in modern era?" "There are cafes, PlayStation, Amusement Park, restaurant, museums, and the list keeps going..." He counted with his fingers. Katherine closed her eyes momentarily and she halted, so did Celeb. "I don't want to go to those places." Her voice was husky. "But, why not," He asked immediately her voice fell. "If it's because you have no money, I do, and we can turn around and head for the car, then drive away from this dangerous place," He looked around. "These place looks like you are calling death to yourself." He shuddered.

It is a small space with shelf-covered walls. There are glass bowls on the shelves, each one of them containing different colors of sweets. Lemon-shaped yellow candies, caramel-flavored sticks, colorful lollipops, red and white sugar canes...Candace enjoys the view and looks at them with enthusiasm. This is a delightful opportunity to act like a little girl who needs her daddy to take care of her. "Ah, sir! They look incredible." She bites her bottom lip and turns around to face the man who watches her intensely. "May I try one of them?"

" he concludes. "Safety?" I ask and he nods. "Your safety. I will protect you no matter what, but it still makes me nervous." he clarifies, gulping, his fingers crossed. I consider his explanation for a moment. Would I be in danger or something? What is behind all this? I want to know. No, I need to know. The waiter comes with our wine and two champagne glasses, pouring our glasses. I make eye contact with Axel. He's staring straight at me, his expression serious, not to be messed with. I squirm. I notice that it's the red wine he's pouring. Does he know that I'm still underage?

The band did a soundcheck in the corner, and the clinking of champagne glasses echoed faintly. “Christy!” a voice shouted from down the hallway. One of the planners came jogging over. “We need you to approve the place cards. And the pastry chef wants final confirmation on the cake flavor—vanilla hazelnut or red velvet?” “I—I don’t care,” I said, running a hand through my hair. “You said you wanted—” “Just choose something!” I snapped. The planner flinched, nodded, and scurried away. Jillian remained quiet beside me, and that somehow made it worse. I would have preferred a snide remark or another cold insult.

"The most fearless animal in the world. I'll take it." I blinked at how well he took it. Most people would not appreciate being compared to a honey badger. "To answer your earlier question, work has been...aggravating." Dante's cufflinks glinted in the light from a passing streetlamp. Silver, elegant, stamped with the letter "The deal l'm working on is a pain in the ass, but I'm flying to California on Tuesday to hopefully close it." "The Santeri deal?" l'd read about it in the news.

"Ahh...Caro!" She was floating in Candyland. For how long? She wasn't sure. All that she was certain about was that loud groan from Rome before he madly pushed her chair away from the table, grabbed both of her ankles, and then settled her feet on the same chair she was sitting on, thus, opening her legs more and totally exposing her reddening pussy. "Dang it, Cara!" was all he said before getting all out on eating her cunt. He lapsed her like a manwhore, gripping her waist hard, pulling her cunt to his mouth, as he made her tremble and ride her humongous orgasm.