Novel & Cerita Candy Mag

I secretly swallowed because of the view. They were still shouting. I breathed deeply before starting to shake my body. "Shit! We missed you, Magda!!!" "You're mine now! I'll pay a lot!" "My f*cking hormones, sh*t! Shake it off Magda!" I could see in their eyes the admiration for my inherent beauty and charm. I felt like I'm a famous television actress that everyone is obsessed with, like pizza that will never be rejected when laid on the table, like wine and beers that can almost replace the water if swallowed, like a bad drug that when once you use, you will never stop using it and like a potion that once you have been subjected under its magic, you will never be able to escape anymore.

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.

He wanted his cousin. He slammed his palm onto Daryl’s chest, forcing his magic not into the Prisoner but into the thread of his bloodline. A desperate gamble. If their blood was truly rare enough to chain monsters, then maybe — just maybe — it could resist them too. For an instant, the silver dimmed. Daryl’s own voice broke through: “Killian— don’t— let go—” And then the Prisoner roared, using his body like a weapon, flinging Killian backward into the crypt wall hard enough to crack stone.

“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.”

After Candy toured the entire museum and saw all the beautiful paintings, she decided to sit down to relax her feet, she’s wearing a four inch heal and her feet was starting to get cramps. She turned around but almost every table was already occupied. She saw only one seat vacant in the cocktail bar. She stepped near the cocktail bar and picked up a glass of champagne from the tray carried by the waiter she met. When Candy sat down she slowly drank the champagne. Candy was not used to drinking alcohol but it doesn’t mean she’s ignorant of its taste, she has also tasted wine few times when she attends parties.

Something tells me that it must be his mistress that he left to see. Allen walked quietly into the room, it was my girlfriend's bar, so no security dared stop me, I just followed Allen straight inside the room. “How did it go?” I heard a young lady's voice. It sounded like my girlfriend Joan but that was impossible, she was visiting her grandmother for the holiday. “Guess who isn't getting a breakup,” Allen laughed loudly. “That bitch thought she could just break up with me and leave me broke, that was a wide idea.” “She would be at your mercy…it's only a matter of time before you are the one heading The Rodriguez's group,” the lady added.

I confess, and she smiles. “I figured as much but trust me, this will help.” I sigh but agree, and we walk out of the safety of the locker room into the loud club floor. Men are shouting and squealing, and I turn toward the stage, watching a dancer spin down the pole, completely naked. I gasp, and Mindy smiles, passing me a shot, “That’s Candy. She is one of the best dancers we have. She is very popular.” “I can see why,” I gasp, “How does she do that?” I ask, gulping down the shot.

I can feel myself starting to panic and the clocks ticking towards the time I'm meant to be leaving. "Like it's a real date." Kian adds. He's close enough for me to grab him, rubbing the top of his head while he tries to fight me off. "Here." Maggie's passes me a big bar of chocolate, tapping my arm so I release Kian. "Ignore them teasing you and take this. You could do with a friend and she seems lovely, even if you're just friends." "We are just friends." I narrow my eyes at Lloyd and Mason who are pretending to hump the cupboards behind Maggie's back.

“It’s been forever. Where’ve you been?!” “Around.” I moved to the counter, lowering my voice. “I need candy. The sweetest kind you have.” The sweeter it was, the more potent. The stronger and more likely to make me forget. “Sure thing.” Gummie ducked below the counter, a few seconds later, she came back up with a small bag. “These are pricey though. Like, really pricey. But there’s nothing else like them on the market right now. Pure, clean, strong as hell.”

She said simply. "Oh okay! Shall we change it then?" She nodded. Candy is more of an introvert than an extrovert, she doesn't talk much. "Come," I said and stood up. "Hector we're coming." I said to him. Candy picked up her tray and stood up too. She smiled as she interlocked our hands and I smiled too as we walked to the counter. I finally have a female bestie but she'll leave soon, either ways am glad I met her.