Candy Danger Novels & Stories

"That this weirdo is spending so much money on you. You haven't met this guy before, but he knows work is hard for you and how stressed you are with all the gossip. He misses your eyes, your beauty." Kali stared at the box. "How many times did you read that card." "Is that what matters now? Listen to me. This guy can be dangerous. If he is making fantasies in his head and convincing himself that there is a relationship between the two of you. He could do something dangerous one of these days." Kali seemed to understand where he was going. She immediately shifted from sceptical to worried. He didn't want to scare her, but it was something that they had to address.

Maybe I should delete it then I'd tell Avani this was insane and I wasn't doing it. Should— My phone rang, it was sienna. "Hey," I answered. "Diego. Listen. I need to tell you something about Felton D'Angelo." "What about him?" "Be careful. He's not—he's not what he seems." "What does that mean?" "It means he's dangerous. It means people who get close to him tend to disappear. It means—" She stopped. "Just be careful. Okay?" "Sienna, what are you talking about?"

“I'll wait for you there. See you, Kim!” Arriving at the coffee shop, I immediately ordered my favorite Americano. It seemed like a cozy place to refresh my mind. I pulled out my notebook, ready to continue yesterday’s research on Clostridium botulinum. It amazed me how something so tiny could pose such a massive threat to life. Shit! Even while working, I couldn’t stop thinking about that man. Who the hell was he? I was losing my mind, obsessing over him. This wasn’t like me. Even when Pedro kissed me before, it didn't have the same effect as that mysterious man.

The danger is not completely gone, but for now… for now, they are together, and safe. ##################

One last squeeze. "Candace." My god, she hadn't even adjusted out of her pose, as I was still watching. Did not offering herself up like a rack of lamb constitute 'causing Mr. Canon trouble' to her warped mind? Jesus, this Serenex stuff was dangerous. In the wrong hands, that is. "You're too sweet not to be Candy, Candy." One more squeeze, a quick stroke along the length of her exposed pussy, and I finally left the bathroom. There was company coming, after all.

Either way, I know this isn’t over. “Then prove it,” he says, his voice soft, a challenge wrapped in a whisper. “Come back tomorrow night. Let’s see if you’re as committed to this as you pretend to be.” He turns and walks to the door, pausing just long enough to look back, his expression unreadable behind the mask. “You might be good at playing the game, Candy, but you have no idea how dangerous it can be when the game plays back.” And with that, he slips through the door, leaving me in the dimly lit room, my pulse pounding, every nerve buzzing with the thrill of what just happened—and the dread of what might happen next.

“Oh, I don’t know,” Zack counters smoothly, setting his drink down with deliberate precision. “Maybe you should try both and see which one you prefer. I am pretty sure my flavor is way more addicting that whatever is in that glass.” His green eyes lock onto hers with challenging intensity, daring her to argue with his logic. The waitress arrives with their burgers and fries, but Zack barely acknowledges the food, too focused on winning this verbal sparring match. “Besides,” he adds, his voice dropping to a husky murmur that is meant for her ears alone. “You can’t exactly get addicted to strawberry milkshakes every single day. My flavor? That is available on demand. Twenty-four seven.”

I told her. Selling drugs just didn't sit well me at all. Not one bit. “But why? You'd ma–” “Guys! I have an idea!!” Candy chirped in, squealing like one who just won a lottery. We all stopped stopped talking and peered at her. Anticipation coursed through me, my ears standing at alert to hear whatever idea she had that made her squeal so loudly. “How about you offer hacking services to people?!” Candy squealed again.

He soon realized it was not something that could be left exposed to humidity for too long because the candy quickly deflated into a thick clump of pink sugary blobs. He could not fight his desire any longer and took a large bite out of it. The past Damon would have never imagined himself eating in the proximity of a toilet. But today, he finished the entire cotton candy until the stick was all that was left. Jeanette was still nowhere in sight. Impatient, Damon called out her name to the inside. There was no response. Something was not right. Damon tossed the stick and ran inside the girls’ bathroom. He made it as far as the door before he felt something dense hitting the back of his neck. A

“I guess I have to tell you now. There is no point in hiding it anymore. Can we please get all of my necessities, and all of Granny Apple’s things, and get out of here. I promise that I will tell everything on the way back to Blue Moon.” Thank goddess that I had taken all of those anger management classes, because the anger I felt in this moment –-at whoever would do these things to Candy—was lethal. Was it possible to be more angry right now than I was on the day that I challenged Alpha Fred and Danny? I silently continued to help Candy, including by packing up her bathroom things and some of her other necessities. I also let her quietly point me to areas and things that needed to be p