Its Chewsday Innit Novels & Stories

I did not infact want any of it, save for the few mango flavored candy, oh and the sour patch packets, but I could not, in my right mind let her have all that sugar. “No way, I did all the work.” That much I could not argue with. Angie was leaning on the couch-not sitting- as she ate a bowl of gelato with ketchup. Urrgh. The horror. “Mummy screamed when she saw a chainsaw man.” Heidi promptly announced, Angie snorted. “Look at all the candy I got. I’m going to have so many cavities!” “first off, It was the terrifier and well…he was terrifying, second, that candy is gonna last you till you turn eighteen.” Heidi wasn’t even listening.

Surprised that he had paid attention to that. “Ok, I think I’ll take you up on that.” My stomach growled and I knew if I didn’t have something in my belly, I wouldn’t be able to sleep. I grabbed my purse and grabbed a handful of marshmallows from the baggie I had stashed in my purse. Some carried drugs in their bags, I carried marshmallows. I popped two in my mouth. A choking sound made my head snap up. Kade patted his chest before letting out a laugh. “Are those marshmallows?” Shock was evident all over his face.

On our way home, we stopped at a shop brimming with vibrant candies, chocolate bars, and treats in various shapes and sizes. Chloe's eyes widened in delight; candy was undoubtedly her weakness. She peered through the glass, contemplating her choices. Bruce stood beside me, arms crossed, both of us observing Chloe with shared amusement.

Maybe not that one…. "Are you threatening me?" Caius phased into my space behind my phone holding a bag of chips I looked at the bag, it had BBQ in bright yellow contrasting with the orange packaging, i had not seen him ever choose any other flavour except this one. I had tasted it before, it was not my favourite flavour of chips but it had an interesting flavour, my mouth began to water, I had been tinkering so much I had forgotten to eat something, I sighed holding onto my sad stomach,

It was enough. After a minute, Zach leaned over and pressed a soft kiss to my temple. “Thank you,” he whispered. I rested my head on his shoulder. “Thank you for staying,” I replied. He tucked the charm into the keyring at his hip, right next to his work badge and his keys. Because this wasn’t just decoration, it was a declaration. “So,” Zach said after another beat, eyes drifting to the kittens. “Want to watch something dumb? Cooking show? Maybe “The Great British Bake-Off” or that one with the weird ingredient challenge?”

Asty glanced over to the Instructor and found him, smiling pleasantly at her. "You seem nervous," Yuran handed over a piece of candy. "I hope this eases you a bit." Asty smiled at him and took the candy from his palms. "Thank you, Sir." It was a piece of honey flavored chews. A confectionary sweet made from sugar cane, sweetened milk, eggs and of course- honey. In Chesterfawn, it was customary to bring a candy along with your travels. It relieves stress and entertains you a bit during a long ride. However it is noted that sweets are usually found more in the cities and capitals, and only the fortunate could buy a pack of these candies.

Quinn made her way back to the kitchen, slapping Sean upside his head as she sat down. Sean was thoroughly confused. “Puppy chow?” His voice went up an octave at the question. Claire couldn’t hide the smirk on her face. “What do you think people feed dogs, Sean?” The panic and shock on his face caused Claire to double over in laughter. “Don’t worry, bud. It’s Chex cereal mixed with peanut butter, chocolate, butter and powdered sugar. It’s the ultimate fat kid snack.” Color finally made its way back into Sean’s face as the girls made lunch and their chocolate snack, unaware they had a visitor.

Well, it seems like I made two friends today. Upon opening the door I was greeted with a mouth-watery aroma. I all but ran into the kitchen which made Evan turn in surprise. I was about to greet him but my stomach beat me to it, rumbling in hunger since I hadn't had anything to eat since this morning. The kitchen island was used as a makeshift dining table with deer chili, garlic rolls with a gooey cheddar center, and Fritos; a carb-tasty meal. I dragged out a stool as my belly rumbled again in another growl of its own.

She had not. It was almost last call when I coerced Axle into heading back to our motel. I didn’t know how I was going to fix things with Charlotte, but I was certain lack of sleep wasn’t going to help me. As we were walking out to the Hummer, we passed through a cloud of pot smoke. It was coming from the same college idiots that had set me on edge with Charlotte earlier, the group of them were leaning against the side of the building smoking. I was just going to leave and forget they existed when their conversation reached my ears.

How had the lunch I prepared for him ended up in Imogen John's hands? Eve followed up almost immediately. [Check his status.] I did, still baffled, and my blood started to boil. Chase Grimm never updated his social media. Yet there he was, sharing a photo of a cup of ridiculously spicy mac 'n' cheese, captioned: [I've missed this.] "Missed this, my ass." I had made him a proper lunch. Instead of eating it, he handed it to his pick-me secretary and chose instant mac 'n' cheese. What was that supposed to mean?