Candy Sans Novels & Stories

Get food. The waitress who approaches our table is young. Pretty. She smiles at me. "What can I get you boys?" She leans forward. Showing cleavage. Before—months ago—I might have flirted back. Might have enjoyed the attention. Now? I barely look at her. "Coffee. Black. And a burger." I hand back the menu without meeting her eyes. She looks disappointed. Turns to Colt. "And you?" "Same." She leaves. I open the mind-link. Include all the warriors in our group.

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.

Fresh flowers in a small vase. Dad pulled out a thick photo album from his coat. It was filled with pictures he had taken over the years of children all across the country, their faces lit up with joy as they ate the noodles. "Layla, look. Everyone says your noodles are delicious." His voice cracked as he stroked the cold photograph on the headstone. Mom's hands trembled as she pulled out a package of fresh candies from her pocket. She had searched the entire city to find the sweetest, best ones.

Chapter 29: The Rival’s Hunger The next morning, Theo Langford made his move. I was alone in the gallery’s back storage room, carefully uncrating a new piece by a young Bushwick artist, when the door opened. Theo stepped inside like he owned the place, carrying two takeaway coffees and wearing that same polished, disarming smile. “Peace offering,” he said, holding one out to me. “Flat white, extra shot the way you like it, according to the barista across the street.”

" I looked back to face him. "I have money. More than anyone can imagine. I own a house in Italy, Birmingham, Sweden, New York, California, and in about a few days here. I sold my last one. So I don't want to hear what you have and what makes you rich. I want to know what separates you from half those other rich idiots out there." He was taken back. "You have a bad attitude which probably explains why you're here with that phony. You have nothing special that every other female here doesn't have. So maybe you should be telling me what's so great about you." I walked a few inches towards him so now we were eye to eye. "I am Sugar, that's what's great about me." It was like something clicked i

With what must be a paling face, I stare up at the nun smoking a cigarette, choking when I realize it's Daria. The billboard says, "Forbidden Fruit Taste The Best," and then it switches to a website where you can read her story. There is a small text about her cancer and that she is finally living her life again, enjoying her forbidden fruit—whatever the fuck that means! "Killian?" Jenny asks, following my gaze to the billboard before turning around and aiming her massive smile my way. "Pretty right? I've already read her story. Her name is Daria, and her forbidden fruit is falling in love despite having cancer. It's so romantic. She is deeply in love with someone she calls Mr. Mysterious, b

“Do you have the name of the person that issued the passes?” “Tim Costa.” The guy nodded slowly, still frowning. That was a name outsiders never got to know. Maybe they weren’t lying? A band like No Return, with so many drooling girls among their followers, always had their fair share of fake passes requests. Silvia showed him Jim’s email, that included a picture of the green things. “This is what I’m supposed to get validated by you guys.” They man kept nodding slowly and frowning, but Silvia retrieved her phone when she saw his eyes going over the text of the email.

James smiled closer and cuddled her affectionately. "This is yours, Candy!".

"Sounds fair," Lillian admitted. "You're killing me here," Solomon sulked. "Anyone with a brain would check the stores first." "Good call." She grabbed his arm, dragging him to the shop. Moments later, they stood at the counter. The owner handed snacks to students from a glass case. Those colorful packs were labeled "Dream Candy". The slogan went like, "Want high scores? Eat Dream Candy." "Two packs, please. Pink ones," Lillian said, drawn to the bright packaging.

"Anyone hungry?" "I'll puke all over you if I eat," Ethan says. "Not hungry," Alessandro says. Colt brings his eyes to me. "What about you, Cee?" "Well...the cotton candy looks good..." "Cotton candy it is!" He walks up to the booth and orders two cotton candies. My eyes nearly pop out. They're triple the size of an average cone. "Wow," I say as I take it from Colt. "Is this how you serve it here?"