Cuphead Candy Novels & Stories

I took a second look around, with a different mindset from when I had entered for the first time with no idea who was the owner. Atleast I know where he invested his stolen funds to. “I didn’t take you as a business person” I clapped back and he laughed. “I didn’t take you as a club person” he responded and I laughed. “I have something for you” he reached for some candy in his pocket, I looked at him and laughed again. “Do I look like a junkie to you?” What he had in his hand was candy made by our factory, one of the best m*th that has been highly requested by students and youths.

Once Carl nodded, Shane dug through the pockets of his white coat before pointing at a colorful bowl on the table. After waving his hands in an exaggerated manner, he lifted the bowl, only to reveal a piece of candy. It was none other than the same brand of candy that brought Carl countless painful memories. The eager anticipation on Carl's face swiftly faded when he spotted the candy. Shane's original intention for preparing these candies was to delight children. However, upon seeing Carl's expression, he immediately realized something.

My chest still feels tight, like the air in the room isn’t enough. It fades eventually. It always does. I swing my legs off the bed and cross the room, careful not to make noise even though I’m alone tonight. My backpack sits by the desk. I unzip the front pocket and dig around until my fingers close around a small crinkling wrapper. Peach candy. I unwrap it and toss the candy into my mouth. The sweetness hits my tongue immediately, sharp and artificial and familiar. I suck on it slowly, letting the flavour settle before biting down.

I’ve never reacted to any man this way, and, I have no clue how to make it stop. Moon finishes first and sits back with his beer in hand and watches me eat. For the oddest reason, I’m not uncomfortable. I would love to know what he’s thinking, though. When I’m done, he reaches into the bag, pulls out four wrapped candies, and hands over two. The tacos are great, but El Tiempo is also known for its homemade Mexican candy. It’s dried mangos dipped in chamoy sauce. There is nothing else like it on this planet.

Clara was looking expectantly inside the shop as she craned her neck, checking if their order would arrive any time soon. Inside, there were shelves upon shelves of the most succulent-looking sweets imaginable: Creamy chunks of butterscotch that changed color in every bite; hundreds of different kinds of chocolates in weird animal shapes arranged in neat rows that customers must be prepared to catch once it either leaped or flew; colorful candy necklaces which adjusted to the size of the neck; miniature candy cones; cans of slithering candy worms; cakes that could be ordered in towers or slices; and enchanted scrumptious beverages which kept on filling to the glass’ rim.

“I wasn’t so sure about this thing, but I’ve officially decided that it was one of the better investments this den has made. Any left?” “I’ve got you, Alpha.” I grabbed a stick and a little cup of sugar. “I saw on the internet that some people make cartoon characters with the cotton candy as it is spun.” “I’m lucky I consistently get it on the stick now.” I handed him the pretty-impressive cone of sugar. At least impressive for me. “Thanks.” He took it from me. “You talk to your mates?” I nodded.

I have the prettiest best friend in the world. “So…what we doin’ tonight?” She asks as she lowers herself on the couch. She reaches into her purse, pulling out what appears like a pack of candy. In the next moment, she tosses it at me, saying, “We can stay in and go do some hoodrat shit tomorrow tonight, ya feel?” I arch a brow, laughing at her as I catch the small plastic package. “You’re funny,” I tell her as I study the small bag that reads ‘Stoner Patch: Watermelon’.

"Yeah, they're good kids. Most of them have moms that work at Wet Wanda's, so there is an affiliation there." "Alright, let's get this over with," Rooster told them as he picked up Carter. "You hold this bud." He shoved the candy bucket in Carter's hand. "Smile big and charm the candy out of these ladies. Daddy wants a Snickers." "Shit." Tyler chuckled, shaking his head. "Just go to the store and buy one." "Not when I can get it for free. I guarantee you he has more candy than the two chicks by the end of the night."

The child adapted. "You don't like peas?" asked the governess on the third evening. “No,” Candy said, stamping her small foot. “Bring me the rice. And get the sparkling juice. Not that old stuff.” “Of course, Miss Candy,” the governess said, smiling through the fatigue that comes from constantly moderating temper. In the study windows, Jamaica watched all of it and allowed herself a thin smile that did not reach her eyes.

CHAPTER 117 Their games is guessing of thing using the bowl of water and one will choose a cotton candy to see the thing inside the candy once its melted on the water. Because they plan the game, so Mariz play the game first. There are two colors of cotton candy, it’s blue and pink. Mariz take the pink one and put it in bowl of water until it’s dissolved and she receive a piece of lollipop. Christian laughing out loud when he saw what Mariz received.