Candy Danger Novels & Stories

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."

Dangerous. Waiting.

She says, and I chuckle at her. “I’ve always wanted to say that.” I laugh and so do the girls. Candy doesn’t get out in the field much, she doesn’t like it, but she will if needs be. Give that woman a coffee, a laptop, and a phone and she could destroy a country with a snap of her fingers. No wonder the government was after her. I watch as Skylar, Cleo, and Naomi all change before my eyes. “Weapons?” I ask her, and Candy looks at me.

Dangerous. Patrons and staff of SubTerra used only one word to describe Jon Moretti; dangerous. He was one of many dangerous men who walked through the clandestine establishment, and yet Jon Moretti was the one they warned her about. Career criminals, thieves, arsonists, gang members, murderers… the club was a prestigious hub, built specifically to give these menacing people a place where, ironically, they could feel safe. A place they knew police officers wouldn’t be barging through the door to arrest them, thanks to a low-key business agreement between the owner, Frank Muscovado, and some crooked government officials with the power to sweep the booming business under the rug.

Candy explained at same time Joshua walked back to reception holding dust pan filled with broken flower pot from earlier and another old looking empty pot “Geeze what happened here” Candy scrunched her nose looking at mess “They broke it” Joshua said as he carefully kept damaged flowers along with some soil in that old pot “We did not” I said immediately “Damm, that old hag was quite even after her pot was broken” Candy hissed “She would have screamed her heart out if it would have been me, last time I accidentally damaged petal of one of her flower and she literally cussed at me… she screamed like crazy and called me several name for damaging her precious gift from his son” Candy scoffed

He'd lost count of how many times he'd repeated those words to his bottoms and after just one taste, he ends up getting bored and discarding them and he will be off to the next target. And now, here he is. On the second taste, and it looked like the hunger keeps growing. What's this feeling? His hands itched by his side, wanting to feel his skin but he doesn't want to scare him or freak him out so he just pulled on the sheet hoping that the itchy feeling would stop. “The… orphanage.” Vincent whispered, his eyes still fixed on the lamp. “What happened to the orphanage?” Dimitri asked. He'd already ran a background investigation on his first obsession and he knew he was adopted.

“Who?” Damien hesitated. “It’s complicated. But I think it’s Luca.” Luca’s eyes darkened. “I knew they wouldn’t stop until they got me.” He swallowed hard, feeling the weight of the threat bearing down on him. Elena squeezed his hand. “We’ll protect you. Together.” The room seemed to shrink as the danger closed in. Every choice, every move from now on had consequences not just for them, but for everyone they cared about. Hours passed as they strategized, contacting old allies, preparing for the inevitable clash. Outside, the city stirred awake, unaware of the shadow war brewing beneath its surface. Elena’s mind raced, replaying every possible scenario, every risk.

What is it about him exactly that I just can't seem to stay away from? “I understand Kade is exciting and new, babe.” Desiree pressed, her voice softened, a tone she used when she thought I was behaving like a child. “ I do, but despite his young age, Kade is pretty smart and he doesn’t tolerate blackmailers!” “Maybe focus on other people like The Honeycomb, I hear half their wealth is gotten from the mafia!” I wave my hand flippantly, “I think you're giving him too much credit. I practically confessed to him that I stole something from Emilio and he still couldn't decide whether to jump me or cuff me?” “He's a guy, they think with their dicks half the time!”

Mourn with me as I lost him all over again. “Miss, Miss, you dropped-“ I knew I hadn’t dropped anything, the chill of the air ran though me as I held myself close. They must have been talking to someone else. “You dropped your lipstick,” I stilled at that, whipping around. That was exactly what Corbyn’s hired details had said, in the test he ran, to prove to me the world was dangerous. But nothing was more dangerous than a person who look you in your eyes and lie to you every single day.

he continued, knowing Silvester has a connection with the elites but he's unsure what it is. "I'm always in danger," Dianne clarified making him smirk. "You can put him in danger." He tilted his head before smirking. "Stop seeing your ex from now on, it's dangerous." She didn't utter a thing and only stared at him. She never intended to meet him again, it was because of Angelica. The telephone on her desk started ringing and she answered it. "There's a problem in front of the building, Ma'am," the woman on the line said and her eyebrows raised.