Novel Candle Co Novels & Stories

"Like the first only you can light it but that's only when you're in danger,when you need help,and one thing is this won't light up with matches,it's with your power" "It'll be like a signal message."Castus look at her in puzzlement. "I mean a signal,like a transmitter" "Meaning?" "Signal,like when I'm in danger this candle inform people."

Clinton began to speak to others concerning what they had in stock for them all. “Concerning the venue for the reunion party, I have two places in mind”, he said and was interrupted by someone. “I just hope it’s not Queen’s hotel?” Ella threw the question on him as they all laughed. “Definitely not, we’ve got a more lovely place for us all, he said and continued, I have Bema garden and resort and Exclusive lovers garden and suit. So, it’s left for us to make a final decision on the one we are going with”, he ended.

“scented candles? What type of candles are those? ” “ Candles which gives out scent when lit, some have flower scents and other herbal scents ” Xavier explained with surprising ease, almost like a merchant himself “ A princess with a merchant’s ambition. That’s rare.” Asher was amused “They are of excellent quality,” Xavier added, surprising even himself with the small note of pride in his voice. He knew because he secretly asked one of the staff to bring him the candle so he tried. Asher smirked slightly. “If you are very sure of her and if it pleases her, she may trade freely within Greta. I admire a woman who seeks her own path.”

I gasped, staring at the massive boxes. “Not enough,” he muttered, tearing into the first one. I limped over, glancing inside at an array of bright pink candles in every size. Bending down, I plucked one from the packaging, turning it over in my hand. My eyes watered as I stared at the label. It was glittery and covered in an intricate design of roses in shades of peaches and pinks. “The Perfect Mate,” I whispered, reading what he’d named the candle. Plucking the gemstone studded lid from the candle, I inhaled, gasping at the beautiful fruity-floral scent inside, “Is this really what I smell like?”

"It's not a regular candle. It's soy-based and has a low-melting point, unlike the normal kitchen candles. It doesn't dry into hard wax, it turns to oil on your skin." Despite his explanation, I still swallowed hard and eyed the candle warily. I guess I wasn't only afraid of needles, I was also afraid of hot wax from candles. "Do you trust me?" He asked gently, as he touched my face. I nodded, but still.. I couldn't drag my eyes away from the candle in his hand. Seeing that I was very nervous, he went back to his kinky drawer and returned with a blindfold. "This will help calm your mind," he muttered as he placed the black fabric around my eyes, blinding me.

he teased. Ava’s heart raced as the telltale click of a lighter reached her ears. The aromatic scent of the candle reached her, bringing a calming sensation amid the growing anticipation. "I’ve always loved playing with candle wax, you know," Carver whispered, his breath caressing her ear, sending shivers down her spine. He let the candle burn for a moment, the soft glow illuminating the room, casting shadows that danced on the walls. The first drop of melted wax landed on her sensitive skin, and Ava gasped, her back arching in surprise. The warmth spread, fading to a gentle tingle.

"Ready?" I grab my debit card and ID and put them in my back pocket. I don't feel like lugging around a purse all day. We head to the elevator and he presses the R on the floor pad. The doors open up to an amazing view of the river. There are small shops lining the walkway along both sides. Flowers, candles, perfumes, restaurants, and bars...anything you can imagine is there. Kids are laughing and throwing bread pieces in the water to feed the ducks and turtles. Music is coming from various shops, it all blends together perfectly. We start our adventure, we come to a tiny candle shop. The woman inside is making a set of tapered bright red candles. She dips the string in the wax and lets it

Inside, there’s a gnarled purple candle with black gems embedded in the wax, a clay bottle of concentrated herbal tea, and a golden chain. “The candle can create light or darkness, depending on which end you light,” Layla explains. “Lighting the dark end will make a dark shape around you, into which no one can see. But be careful - you also won’t be able to see inside of it.” “Just like a lunar eclipse,” I say, smiling. “One of these days, I want to hear everything about the celestial realm,” Layla says. “And then I’ll write it all down, and we’ll have a book together.”

Fire seems like the only way to make them see, to break the soundproofed barrier trapping me in this suffocating silence. I scan the room, my eyes frantically searching for something to ignite. The moonlight reveals an array of objects, each one a potential accomplice in my desperate quest for recognition. The flickering shadows play along with my erratic heartbeat as I grab a candle from the bathroom. The scented candle in my hand feels like a lifeline as I rush to the bathroom. The idea of setting the room ablaze still lingers, but a flicker of caution remains. I grab the candle, the scent of lavender soothing my senses momentarily. With determination in my eyes, I scan the room for someth

She held a glass of red wine, taking absent-minded sips, but her gaze was locked on the nightstand—where the scented candle from earlier sat, a silent temptation. The steady patter of water from the bathroom abruptly stopped. Her heart gave a sudden, hard thump. As if moved by some unseen force, she finally set the wine glass down, picked up the candle lighter she'd prepared earlier, and reached for the candle— Click. A flame sparked to life, and a unique fragrance began to diffuse into the air. The scent was strange. At first, it was a faint, floral note of white flowers, but upon closer inhalation, it seemed mixed with the smell of damp moss after rain and an unidentifiable, spicy underton