Mumbles Candy Novels & Stories

Females were such an unpredictable specie that there was nothing more difficult than trying to appease them, not even signing a billionaire dollar deal. I suddenly remembered that Katie was a food addict that specifically likes sweet food, especially Dessert so I knew she'd probably warm up to the idea of coming back home to meet one of her favorite snacks. There was a popular dessert shop called M. Candy that was listed under my company because we just acquired it and it happened to be quite close to Grey's Yard so I quickly dressed up and made my way to it. A familiar but unlikely scent immediately hit my nose as soon as I walked into the bubbling shop that has a heavy dessert smell but th

Emilia frowned, not understanding, and slowed her voice, "Then we can both lay down our weapons—" "It's not the same," Lola thought for a moment and told Emilia, "When the strong and the weak fight, you can't say that throwing away all weapons is fair." Emilia looked at the running children in the distance. Angus brought some candy over. The candies were very cheap, made with a lot of sugar and cheap artificial cream and fat, mixed into a crude milk flavor, and stuck to the sugar paper. Once it warmed up a little in the hand, it was hard to pick off.

said Madison. We parted ways with the crowd and stopped at a small building that was selling a strange decorative meal that was so beautiful. "What are those?" I asked. "Candies, chocolate, cakes, and donuts," said Madison. "Which one do you want to try?" she asked. I pointed at the candy. A round, colorful, red one. She paid for it. "This candy is called a lollipop," explained Madison as she gave it to me. I took it from her hand and brought it very close to my eyes, staring at it with curiosity. Observing the myriad colors it had.

Without another word, Emily walked away. Ace shut his laptop with a snap and scrambled after Emily. Once he at at the conference table, he cocked his head. “What’s wrong? You look like shit.” “I’m fine,” Emily practically snarled at him. “What do you have to tell me?” What Ace wanted to tell her was to chill the fuck out, but he held off, knowing Emily would shove the words down his throat. Instead, he opened his laptop. “The candy company account is being marketed strictly to children, but are you aware they have a retro line, as well as a no-sugar, low-sugar line made with natural sweeteners?”

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.

“Did we really need all these snacks?” Annie said as she looked between Stolas and Candy, their arms loaded with candy, popcorn, and sodas. “Shifter.” Candy said as she shrugged her shoulders and smiled over at her mate, “And I didn’t see you complaining when I asked for the sour watermelon candies.” “I’m not, it’s just a lot.” “We’ll work it off later.” Candy said, a plan already forming to make this date more interesting. “I promise to share my popcorn,” Stolas said as they walked up to the attendant. “Can you grab my phone?” He asked Annie as he turned around.

Quickly, the floor was filled with loud chatter and each and everyone of them must've been inquiring who the bitch in the pantsuit was. “Smile a little bit, sis,” Arlow whispered when he welcomed me with a hug. “You're intimidating our employees.” I raised an eyebrow at him. Our employees? I plastered a forced smile for everyone to see. “Everyone,” Arlow announced, heads turning at our direction, “meet MB Motors' newest creative director, my sister, Anne Melbourne.” Applause from everyone echoed throughout the floor that was a bit uneccessary. I flashed them an awkward smile while scanning their faces.

“It’s been forever. Where’ve you been?!” “Around.” I moved to the counter, lowering my voice. “I need candy. The sweetest kind you have.” The sweeter it was, the more potent. The stronger and more likely to make me forget. “Sure thing.” Gummie ducked below the counter, a few seconds later, she came back up with a small bag. “These are pricey though. Like, really pricey. But there’s nothing else like them on the market right now. Pure, clean, strong as hell.”

I’d just survived the ‘Public Display of Lip-lock Disaster’, and now I was about to play ‘Guess What the Man Who Could Kill Me in Six Seconds Doesn’t Know About Me’. Knox didn’t even pretend to refuse. He lounged back, one arm draped over the backrest, his gaze fixed on me. “Go ahead, Little Cherry. Make me curious.” He murmured, enough to make it sound like a fuckin’ dare. I shot him a narrow-eyed smile. “Alright. Something you don’t know about me…” I said putting on my best thoughtful face. “Hmm… here is one, when I was twelve, I got chased by a goose for stealing its bread.”

McCullen Confectionary was an enormous, towering building—so vast that even after a couple of weeks on the job, its scale remained unfathomable. The factory’s conveyor belts extended far beyond what the eyes could see, flanked by expositors, extruders and enrobing machines. The hissing and clanking of the machinery were so loud it was impossible to hear clearly. Tens of thousands of workers moved in precise choreography around me, going about their duties. Gummies, candies, pastries, cakes, chocolates and cupcakes in every imaginable form streamed past me in gleaming trays. The aroma of sugar and cocoa hung heavily in the air, overwhelming my senses, I could now understand why people called