Dimension Candy Novels & Stories

I agreed. "Let's look around!" Daphnie and I explored the store. There were giant gummy bears, packs of gummy food, flower bouquets, marshmallow treats, and sugar sticks. The store was every kid's dream and every dentist's nightmare. In the center of the store was a Buffett where you make your box of candy. There were pieces of caramel, milk chocolate, dark chocolate, white chocolate, nuts, mints, and other sweets. "Wow. Daphnie, do you wanna make a box of candy?"

“But a promise. You’re mine, Kira Holt. I want the world to know it. Move in officially. Build this life with me—messy family drama, business wars, and all. I’ll protect you. Spoil you. Fuck you senseless every night. And let you stand strong beside me as my equal.” Tears pricked her eyes. She slid the ring onto her finger—it fit perfectly—then kissed him deeply. “Yes, Daddy. I’m all in. Sugar Daddy tastes sweeter than anything I’ve ever known.” Damien’s laugh was dark with promise. He kissed her again, slower, sealing the vow as the jet touched down.

It is a small space with shelf-covered walls. There are glass bowls on the shelves, each one of them containing different colors of sweets. Lemon-shaped yellow candies, caramel-flavored sticks, colorful lollipops, red and white sugar canes...Candace enjoys the view and looks at them with enthusiasm. This is a delightful opportunity to act like a little girl who needs her daddy to take care of her. "Ah, sir! They look incredible." She bites her bottom lip and turns around to face the man who watches her intensely. "May I try one of them?"

"Want a piece of candy? Sugar might help." Claire nodded, the motion weary. Casper pulled out a small, crinkly candy wrapped in iridescent, rainbow-colored cellophane. He carefully unwrapped it to reveal a translucent, gem-like lozenge inside. Claire stared at it, her breath catching for a different reason. A wave of pure nostalgia, sweet and sharp, cut through the numbness. That specific candy… with that exact, garishly shiny wrapper… It was wildly popular at her high school. She'd loved them but could rarely have them because of her terrible sweet tooth and constant warnings from the dentist.

He soon realized it was not something that could be left exposed to humidity for too long because the candy quickly deflated into a thick clump of pink sugary blobs. He could not fight his desire any longer and took a large bite out of it. The past Damon would have never imagined himself eating in the proximity of a toilet. But today, he finished the entire cotton candy until the stick was all that was left. Jeanette was still nowhere in sight. Impatient, Damon called out her name to the inside. There was no response. Something was not right. Damon tossed the stick and ran inside the girls’ bathroom. He made it as far as the door before he felt something dense hitting the back of his neck. A

"That's a snack." "Then I want a candy apple!"

We claimed a corner table and settled down, the pizza box becoming the centerpiece of our impromptu lunch. As Zara distributed slices, the conversation shifted. Lydia brought up the so-called public health benefit—the candy that had been causing me so much grief. “You know, that candy has become ridiculously popular,” she said, her tone laced with mild annoyance. “It’s like everyone and their dog is talking about it. They’re even marketing it as some kind of miracle cure.” Tina nodded in agreement. “I’ve tried it a few times. It’s not bad, but I wouldn’t call it miraculous. Just…different.”

They were certainly the ideal and the rarest there was, but Renee also knew Adam wanted to use the opportunity to get closer to her and to reignite the flame of their marriage that was already in ashes. "Nope. I'm not strapped for cash," she said and hung up before Adam could argue. Throwing her phone aside, she frowned and scoffed, "Hypocrite." Knock, knock. "Hey, I'm home!" Candy exclaimed as she entered Renee's office cheerfully, looking sharp in a suit and carrying a box of sweets. "Here. I bought these just for you." Renee reclined against her seat, watching as Candy grinned, her cheeks flushed and with a clear hickey on her neck.

" 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

I tried to lock my teeth but he succeeded. A burst of sweetness overcame my taste buds. Strawberry. It’s the strawberry candy I love so much. I sucked on it and I wept. It’s my favorite candy. He forced the candies in my mouth every time he thought I was done. Just when I thought his sick game was finished, he stuck his finger in my mouth. I spit it out. I lashed out and tried to bite him. The movements made me more dizzy. “Hmm hm…” I heard him sucking on his finger. “That candy tastes so good on you.”