Candy Stories Novels & Stories

Instead, it was a text from an unsaved number, though she knew exactly who it was. “Still thinking about my taste?” Sloane gasped, her grip tightening on the phone. Her heart hammered against her ribs, and a sudden, traitorous heat flooded her pelvis. She wanted to block the number, to scream, to throw the phone across the room. Instead, she stared at the screen for five minutes, her breathing becoming shallow. She didn't reply, but the seed of craving had been planted. That evening, the mandatory league mixer arrived. It was a high-end event designed for networking, filled with wealthy donors and arrogant executives. Sloane hated these things, but she had no choice. She wore a sharp, tailor

Calla Lockheart "Can't wait to get drunk and find someone," Candy said as we got out from her car. I can't wait to drink a lot and dance crazily tonight "Me too" I said and we walked into the club and straight went to the bar. We asked the bartender to give us the strongest shot "I'm so happy that they took your song" Candy said and yes I got it. After hearing 3 songs , they took one and I'm so damn happy now.

Before he could retort, Catherine, who had been quiet until now, decided it was time to contribute. "Wait, wait, wait," she said, flipping her hair over her shoulder. "What if we just—hear me out—skip the whole data collection part? We could just make up numbers that look real." Amelia blinked. Lisa sighed almost at the same time Jake did. Charlie pinched the bridge of his nose. Blake barely stopped himself from groaning. Catherine beamed. "I mean, it's not like the teacher is actually going to check our experiment in person, right? We could totally get away with it."

She pressed shuffle and Baekhyun’s candy starts playing ‘I'll become something special So you'd come to me, yeah Even someone picky as you Will be addicted to me, yeah Girl I'm your candy Candy, candy) Special chemistry (Candy, candy) Mature cinnamon (Sweet) Dorky mint (Sweet) What more do you want? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah, yeah, yeah) Got me feeling like pop rocks, strawberry, bubble gum When the pocket is full of scent All I want is you my love (Yep) Candy (candy, candy, candy, yeah) You will feel better

“Candy, you've cared for me and treated me better than anyone ever has. I don't know how to repay you. I can only say thank you.” Candy’s eyes softened as she smiled and squeezed Rivera’s hand. “I told you, we don't need pleasantries between us. Or do we?” Rivera’s eyes softened, and her lips lifted higher. Meanwhile, Candy looked down at the package. “Have you eaten yet?” Rivera’s stomach grumbled, and she shook her head. “We were carried away by the videos. The videos on the internet are very interesting, vast, and endless.” “You can tell me about it.” Candy laughed.

Author's Note This book is a short compilation of erotic stories. Please note that not all entries are heavily erotic—some lean more toward emotional moments, dramatic tension, or character interaction. Also, 99% of these stories don’t follow a traditional plot, so don’t be confused if there's no clear beginning, middle, or end. They’re written more for mood, moments, and expression than full narratives. Enjoy the ride,no overthinking needed. 😉 ********************************************* Kael didn’t wait.

The above sentences are the thoughts of the author about what he thinks, but it is my duty to tell all the things he has in his mind. The space science and the beginning of the human era, why I always talk about the past, why I'm interested in the dead stories, why I tell a tale of another time, why I don't like the present and, also why I'm not narrating about those dumbasses who were about to close the mysterious case of random killing by an unidentified criminal (creature)? You might have so many questions and confusions about the fact that I puzzle a simple story in what we call a Riddle…? But you can still believe in me that I'll give you a gift tomorrow.

Carson was glad Mary was a smart kid. After old Cabbage and his new granddaughter left, Carson left the house in search of a weapon to deal with the dangerous creature in the basement. He had been too excited in the morning to leave with Mary, that he forgot to take the items he had prepared in order to deal with the rodent after Anderson had told him about it.

Candy chuckled and sneered, “That’s where you belong—on the floor. You’re not worth living in a house this luxurious; you’re meant to be a mat for people to dust their legs on.” “Anyways, a promise is a promise. I’m not as cheap as you, after all. Mr. Stanley takes rice and salad in the morning and goes to work until evening. Once he’s back, he likes a refreshing juice first and then fries with eggs. Now that you’ve got what you wanted, I want you off my doorstep.”

"I didn't think you'd still want to leave even after staying the night? Why are you making it seem like I did something bad? I just made money off something. Whether I sold Anna or not, they were meant to meet each other. In this life and the next." Maren frowned, "How did you know–" "I saved your life, Maren." Candy cut her off. "You shouldn't pay me so evilly." "What exactly do you want from me?" She asked. Candy stretched her hand towards Maren, "Join me, we can rule over the world together." "You? Of all people to rule?" "You are looking down on me." Candy said in a small, sweet voice. "You shouldn't." "I don't trust you and I detest the idea of taking over the world."