Candy Stories Novels & Stories

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

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.”

“Yeah, but I’m also fast, you know! I bet you’re gonna puke when we get there.” Jai looked at him. “I bet you not.” Harris’s eyes sparkled. “Whatcha betting?” Jai blinked a few times. “Grated ice?” “Frozen treats?! Sure! I’ll bet you candy!” Harris reached out his hand. “Sure.” Jai accepted it with a smile. “Candy, huh?” Harris grinned. “There’s this old candy store in the town’s center. You’ll like the candies there.” “You can just take me there without betting.” Jai said as they walked out.

“Then maybe that’s your answer.” Later that night, Ryan stood by his window. The streetlights blurred in the distance. His inbox pinged again a reply from L. Tansey, offering a call. He didn’t answer yet. Instead, he opened a blank page. And he typed: “A Story That Doesn’t Belong To You” by Ryan Calloway He stared at the title for a long moment. Then under it, he wrote: “This isn’t a story about revenge. It’s about reclaiming.” Two weeks later.

Therefore, she distributed most of it to the kids and they didn't mind taking some from her. "Aunty." The girl pouted as she clumsily unwrapped the candy. "Why are there no Prince and Princess? Aren't the King and Queen supposed to have one?" Hailey paused and a hand slowly wandered to her stomach. There was almost a Prince or a Princess. Kara watched her expression and gave her a pat on the shoulder. She must have guessed what kind of story Hailey was telling the kids. "Oh! You've got a stubborn wrap, wouldn't come off, right?" Kara pointed at the candy in the little girl's hands and the kid nodded furiously.

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Her narration was so vivid, so detailed, that one would think she was reading from a book when in fact, she wasn’t holding anything at all. “You’re amazing, Miss Sandra! You know so many stories! Can you tell us Snow White next?” one child exclaimed in admiration. “Jack and the Beanstalk!” another chimed in eagerly. “Miss Sandra, Alice in Wonderland, please!” came yet another excited request. “Wait! Wait, one at a time,” Sandra said with a laugh. “Don’t worry, I’ll tell you all those stories.” “Do you have a secret library of children’s books stored in your head or something?” a familiar voice teased from behind.