Candy Quinn Novels & Stories

One of them was Candy, with a pair of long tassel earrings dangling from her ears, while the other, June, wore large round earrings, a rose tattoo on her neck. They deliberately walked up to Waverly. "Hello, hello. Isn't this the girl in the video? I heard she's the wife of A Country's President. Did the President fail to keep up with her in bed? Why would she have to seduce her own uncle? How wanton," Candy said disdainfully. "Godd*mn right, she looks like an old hag. Look at how she gets around. She's not half as good-looking as her Aunt Qianna, and she'll never be. How did her uncle fall in love with her?" June said.

someone called snapping me back to reality I turned around and I saw a beautiful,slender hoodie and glasses. She smiled at me, I smiled back shyly. “ You are not from around here,” she said. I nodded my head and she took my hand and walked me through the class “ Judging from your age we are classmates and you will be my seat partner. My name is Melissa Gold, I am sixteen years old and you.” She said very excited I looked at her and smiled “ My name is Jessica Brown, am sixteen years also” immediately she heard my name she smiled and said

she replied and then took off to continue the fight. Ronan has a hunter’s knife. Which seems cliché, but Adrian isn’t even phased. Candy has a baseball bat. What? Does she think she is Harley Quinn? She’s failing miserably. Harley Quinn at least had style. Candy is only a whore with a bat. I took control and shifted. Adrian is growling. Ronan is smirking. Candy looks like she is ready to play. I smiled. “Your turn, assholes.” Ronan smirked. “You’ve nearly died both times we fought, Sinclair. What makes you think you will get lucky a third time?”

The noisy living room fell silent in an instant, and even the air seemed to have frozen over. Overwhelming Alpha pressure radiated from Leonard, forcing everyone present to bow their heads instinctively. "The…The Alpha King?" Timothy swallowed hard, trying to suppress the terror welling up within. Even so, his hand clutching the slave serum trembled. "Sasha has already been marked. She cannot marry you. Who here is your Luna Queen?" "Beta Timothy Newsom." Leonard sneered. "Who gave you the right to address me like that?"

She looked me up and down like I was something stuck to her boot. "So you are the famous Jenna." She set a plate of food on the table. "The girl who broke our president's heart." "I did not mean to—" "Save it." She lit a cigarette, blowing smoke toward the ceiling. "I am Candy. I run the girls here. Colt says you are staying, so we need to establish some rules." "Rules?"

The camera zoomed slightly, and another figure stepped into frame. Cassidy Monroe. She wore black gloves, a silk blouse, and a smile that didn’t belong to a human being. “Good evening, Garden Metro,” Cassidy’s voice purred, her words carrying a venomous elegance. “I’m sure by now you’ve all seen the little… fairy tale Elara Quinn told you. So I thought I’d tell my side.” She gestured lazily toward Penny. “This young woman is a barista. She serves coffee. She has no stake in our war—except that she knows Elara. And you see, Elara decided to make all of you part of her crusade.”

said Candy. “You keep saying your master; does that mean I’m your master now?” “Yes, but there are a few things you need to know about me. I am a Succubus, a Spawn of Hell. I can be anyone you want me to be, and I’m your bodyguard,” replied Candy. “My bodyguard; so you were the last reaper’s bodyguard as well?” “Yes, I was.” “Well, you suck,” said Dale. “Yes, and very well I’m told,” replied Candy.

She was on her phone talking to one of her friends and wouldn't keep it down, my earphones did no good, because she was extra loud today. Sighing, I closed my journal and my planner. I moved from the floor to the couch, I really thought that I was going to be free from her today, but I was left home with her, Chef was out doing grocery shopping, I had begged him to take me but he refused to, said he didn't want to lose me in the crowd. "Oh come on Tiffany, you know I'll win best dressed" Quinn says biting into an apple, I'm surprised she even remembered those.

I turned around and Channing was standing there with hurt in her eyes. "Yes. Her mate is Richard Brickenden." "You mean John R. E. Brickenden?" She asked, tilting her head with confusion. "What's the R and the E for?" Was his name really not Richard Brickenden? "Richard Earkenhait. We had a run in with him back when I was just a kid." So she didn't lie about her mate, but she never told us what her mate did. She was hiding something. "Do you know what she's the Founder of?"

My Nine lives were coming up. 5 YEARS AGO.. As a woman, people have certain expectations and sure have a lot to say about us. How we dress or what we wear. Limiting our abilities because of shoulders and what we do when the workday is done. But when you have the mind of a genius you have the ability to destroy and concur. And that's what I did and what I am going to do. But I was no businesswoman who is fighting for a CEO job. I was no housewife trying to repair things with my cheating. But most of all I was no Mafia leader or falling for a Mafia leader. I was Sugar. And I get what I want not caring who it hurts in the end. Because all people ever do is disappoint and ask for more than given