Inappropriate Candy Heart Sayings Novels & Stories

"I'll have to kill so many people;mostly boys but it'll be nothing I can't handle." "Does your mother know how filthy your mind is?". I ask him. "Like way dirtier than a sewer?". "It's not like you don't like what comes out of my mouth." He sniggers. "My goodness!". I slap a palm to my forehead in exasperation. "And you wonder why I keep saying you're not good for my health." "Sweet things aren't good for anyone's health. Causes heart attacks, sometimes death." He says. "You can never say no to candy sweetheart, or can you?".

how can someone like the person who slapped us it is not possible then how you can love him candy you're my world since from childhood I love the way you're I was impressed to your each and every small gestures but today I'm broken I'm broken completely my heart is broken into pieces I'm hitting the wall with my fist I can't loose her you're not someone that can easily move out from my heart candy everytime my heart beats it reminds me it beats for you only I may forget taking breathe but I can't forget you at the sametime I can't stop you I love you candy you're the precious person in my life and all you think is now your prince charming is some other guy what about my feelings the feelings

Allen asked Stella, "Did you receive the candy that I sent to you the last time?" "Yes, it tastes special, and a little salty. The taste is light and quite suitable for my palate. People nowadays have a sweet tooth, but it's not good for their health. When they are hungry, or when they can't taste anything, eating salty candy might not be that bad of an idea."

"The same people who think reality TV is quality programming." "Fair point." Janet pulled up something on her phone and started reading. "Oh my God, listen to this. Someone posted on his show's forum: 'If gay love is a disease, then I hope it's contagious because the world could use more love.'" "That's actually kind of sweet," Jackson said, taking a turn that had Janet grabbing the oh-shit handle. "Could you not kill us before we get dinner?" she asked dryly. "Where's your sense of adventure?"

She gave me a look. “Okay” I admitted. “I was just wondering what your hot cocoa topping says about you.” “Ah.” She smirked. “A cocoa psychoanalyst.” “Exactly. Marshmallows mean you’re whimsical. Whipped cream means you’re traditional. Sprinkles mean you’re hiding a chaotic soul.” She laughed. “And what does double chocolate syrup say?” “That you’re dangerous and I should run.” “Too late” She grinned. “You already signed up for three more lessons.”

Unable to resist, I walked towards it. The anticipation built up as I opened the box, revealing a treasure trove of caramel cubes, each delicately wrapped in golden paper. The sight made my mouth water, and my craving for caramel took hold. It was a weakness of mine—I simply couldn't resist the allure of caramel. Looking at his bitter personality, it was hard to imagine that he could also have a liking for chocolate. But my thoughts quickly surrendered to the captivating allure of the shining caramel cubes, glistening under the warm glow of the light. They seemed to invite me to indulge in their sweet embrace.

It was unbearably sweet, cloying, nothing like the innocent sweetness he imagined. After that, he never liked candy again.

I'ma tell the waitress that my baby need a bottle Order what you want, said it ain't no problem Got a piece of candy, and it's all for you. Moving my head left and right to the song's beat am so excited even though I know the meaning of the lyrics is dirty. You're an adult after all, Em! I shook my head at the thought of Edmund's long lollipop. Shit! I hit my head so many times for thinking about something else. "What do you think?" "Lollipops!" I watched as Edmund's ugly face was on the front screen of the laptop. Why is he like this all of a sudden?

Whoever had done this design was definitely an amateur. Where most would have done flowers or some cartoony figures, I couldn't decipher the message Jared was trying to pass across with the horribly designed chocolates. Well, that was if he did design it. A note was placed on it, and I gripped it, opening it. "I guess this is for you," I said. "What does it say?" Leslie asked. "Indulge in these sinful delights; let each taste linger on your lips like a lingering kiss, leaving you craving for more, just like the pleasures I yearn to explore with you."

"Greetings, Aunt Carissa." Carissa gently tousled his hair, smiling. "What are you doing here alone?" Caden stuck out his tongue playfully, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Mom won't let me have sweets. She says they'll ruin my teeth." Carissa chuckled. "So you're hiding here to sneak a treat?" Caden quickly shook his head, denying the accusation. After a brief moment of hesitation, he held out the sugar figurine to Carissa with an air of generosity and obedience.