Do You Know Candice Novels & Stories

She would be thirty in a few days and just the thought of that, brought another sad memory to her. “OMG! It’s Candice,” Zara squealed in excitement and didn’t wait for any introduction as she gave her a hug. After disengaging, she said, “I am a big fan of your works and honestly, I knew it was you who set all this up. Thank you so much. You don’t know how happy I am right now.” Candice smiled and said, “You can thank your husband for that.”

"And who the hell is Candice?" Killian guided her to the couch, easing her down. He sat close to her, taking her hands in his. "I was going to tell you once you were fully recovered. Candice leads the Raven vampires," he said quietly. "She's old—I mean, not physically old—vampires don't age—once they're turned, they stay like that." He held her hands tighter now. "She's over 150 years old, if I'm not mistaken. "What?" Annie was bewildered.

I ask as I plaster on my professional smile and walk over. Candice is probably one of the most gorgeous women I have ever met. Long thick red hair, bright blue eyes that match her brother's, she is on the tall side, like me, and has curves in all the right areas. The moment I met her I couldn't tell if I wanted to hurt her for being so beautiful or worship the ground she walked on. "Hey Anna. I was wondering if we could talk to you. Privately." Candice asks. Her voice seems a bit on the hesitant side and that only has my eyes wondering over to Austin.

she said seeming like nervous. "What happened Candice?" I again asked staring deadly in her eyes. "Brandon just messaged me, that Stacey bitch is asking out Joshua for a coffee date." she said hesitantly. How dare she? That bitch! Josh is mine and he will go anywhere with me only. He will hangout with me only. "Anyways it's not our busi-------" as Candice was saying but I got up and strode towards the canteen room. IT IS MY BUSINESS!

I finally said that I would and now we were on our way to Paris, to meet up with her at her condo. She was my grandfather's sister, Eliza Brinx, she was a fashion icon and the most adnired family member in the Brinx line of work, she was the prettiest woman I've ever seen in all my life, even at the age of fifty, Eliza was a remarkable being, she was a model and also an entrepreneur. She was my favorite person in the entire world. "Why do I allow you to take me out of the US?" Elijah asks, scanning the busy streets once we got out of the car, outside of Eliza's condo building.

“Or should I say, previous Luna, as you seemed to have been banished from your lands?” “You know me?” “Better than you know yourself, I suppose.” “Who are you?” The blonde woman raised an eyebrow. “You don’t know me?” “I wouldn’t have asked if I did?” She cleared her throat. “Well, I’m Gamma’s little sister, Candice.” “Gamma…oh, you meant Zach’s little sister? Well, it’s nice to meet you, Candice. I’ll see you around. For now, I need to speak with—”

Gabe then nodded. "Let's meet, I'll send you the place." Candice said with her stern voice. "What's th—" before she could even finish her words, Candice already ended the call. "Why did she call?" Gabe asked immediately. She looked at all of them as she sighed deeply. "She wants me to meet her," Larisa announced. She didn't waste any time and she quickly changed her clothes, ready to meet Candice all of a sudden. She received her message for their meeting place.

“I just need the right people to know the right things. A few well-placed words to the right bloggers and Isabelle’s little secret takes care of itself.” “What secret?” Dave turned to face me fully for the first time since we’d sat down, something sharpening behind his eyes. Before I could answer, my phone buzzed on the bed beside me. I glanced at the screen. Candice. My pulse kicked. “Who’s Candice?” Dave asked. I didn’t answer. I was already staring at the notification, the name pulling me back to the last time that number had appeared on my screen—the meeting I’d shown up to expecting information, and instead found myself standing in front of Matteo Moretti.

“I’m Cutter Michaels.” Candice had turned to stone, as if looking into Cutter’s blue eyes had the same effect on her that Medusa’s stare mandated. Trying not to laugh, Ru stepped forward and gently placed her hand on Candice’s shoulder. “Candice?” she said, quietly, into her friend’s ear. The mention of her name jarred her back into reality. “Hi. I’m… Candice Stein,” she said, finally taking his hand. “It’s meet to nice you.” She shook her head and tried again. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Now, who is in charge here, Candice?” “You are, sir, and only you!” “Good girl. Now behave and get ready for the dinner party.” Cameron I watch as Candice leaves my office to get herself ready. I close my eyes to try to relax. She has pissed me off. Who does she think she is, asking me about a particularly complex subject that doesn’t even concern her? Yes, she may be The Lady of Bluestoria but I can always kill her if I want to. She needs to