Candy X Novels & Stories

Today is the day of the Candy Wonderland party to raise funding for the women’s shelter and the children’s hospital. The ole ladies and locals have really outdone themselves. The clubhouse and club grounds look magical. Giant pink and white cane canes stand on either side of the clubhouse steps. There are big lollipops in various colours and individual candies decorated all around. Some hanging from the branches of trees and in the grass on display. There are huge ice cream cones, donuts, cakes, balloons with confetti that look like sugar strands, giant gummy bears, jelly beans that are little chairs. The place would give the witch from Hansel and Gretel a serious case of envy.

She rushed into the living room, looking around for a glass and quickly getting herself a drink. Renee closed the door after everything was carried inside. "Sit down and catch your breath. Have you eaten?" "Yeah, just had some takeout," Candy replied, putting down her cumbersome backpack before collapsing on the couch, her limbs spread limply while she stared at the ceiling. "Shit, I'm so dead…" "That much stuff is definitely going to be taxing," Renee smiled. "Get some rest—I'll help you unpack." Candy looked at Renee sideways while sighing, "You're the best, Renee. Love you!"

The redhead asked. "No dear, go ahead. I did as your picture provide me with. It has been a while for me." She blushed and opened up the box. I gasped loudly making Alex turned his head. He was not ready to see a large penis shape cake complete veins popping out and it was the biggest fucking penis cake I've ever seen. The two women were giggling. "Oh my god! It is going to be so great! Thank you! I can't wait to eat it." They paid up and took their cake away with them.

Dannie took a long drag from the joint, counting to three before she released it. Her confrontation with Cass had her afraid of being a hair’s width from triggering another shift. Dannie tried taking a hot shower, reading and even dancing, but she couldn’t get her mind off of the nightmare and the black magic book. So she went for Plan B — Mary Jane. Drugs like pot usually didn’t work on the wolves due to their super-high metabolism, but as hers was maybe only a little above human normal ranges, so things like pot worked on her just fine.

''It doesn't feel like a happy birthday, '' I signed back, my shaky fingers displaying just how exhausted I was. Zak sat forward and pulled something from his backpack. I noticed as he handed it to me that it was a bag of peanut m&ms, my favorite kind of candy. He winked at me before leaning back in his seat. I opened the bag and poured out a handful and handed them to him. He took them gladly. ''How are you?'' Zak asked me once he finished them off. His sharp eyes had been studying me the entire trip. He knew the answer.

, I smile. “It’s an excellent thing babe", says Xander as he melts the remaining chocolate in his palms and rubs it across my breasts, down my tummy to my pussy before his tongue follows suite and I lose all coherent thought. I wake up to the house phone ringing. Xander reaches for it on the side table with his eyes still closed, “Hello?...Yes Charles…No its fine, get him some refreshments and tell him we will be right down.” He turns to me and smiles, “sorry babe we have to get up.”

They were left with the responsibility to take care of two growing teenage girls; that is almost becoming adults. Candy is a year old than me, she is already eighteen years old, so the adult age implies to me; I am yet to be eighteen years old.

I was not certain who all would end up coming. Xylern smiled at me and tossed me some Kwistaca, a Fae candy that tasted like kiwi. It was my favorite candy. I unwrapped one and held it up to my mate’s mouth. His lips wrapped around the candy, and it was easy to see that he enjoyed the taste too. “Kwistaca is my favorite candy,” I said, popping a piece as well. “Come now, sister. That does not paint the appropriate picture. You are obsessed with this candy. For her birthday one year, Caiathus and I gave her fifty pounds of this candy. Did not even last six months,” Xylern tattled on me.

"Candy. It's short for Cassandra." That was cute. "Okay, Candy, I don't know if you've properly thought this through. I mean... you don't even know me! I'm just some guy off the street of one of the most dangerous cities in the world, and that's by your description! Gun or not... how can you trust me?"

I'd missed it one year, too tired from an all-nighter grading essays, but this year, it was on. It was, as ever, a heck of a party by teacher standards. Drinking in moderation, unlimited chips and queso, and best of all, food not served with a ladle drawn out of a metal tub. I stuck around long enough to have lunch and dinner. I got to retell the fiction of being mass flashed three separate times as the crowd changed over the hours and demanded salacious gossip. I poked a little fun at Candy while a big group of us were gathered, claiming that I'd bumped into former student Xavier Burney not long ago, and he'd told me she'd gotten herself a new tattoo. A crimson-faced Candy sputtered out a l