Novel Candle Co Novels & Stories

Faye's piercing gaze fell on Jayden. Startled, Jayden shuddered and almost lost his balance. "B-But how can that be? Mr. Karry sent that candle to us. An elder from the Doctor's Organization custom-made it. It's said to help soothe the mind," Jayden explained in a panic. "Taylor said he hasn't been doing very well for the past few days. I put it there in the hopes that he will get better." "You've been tricked," Faye answered crisply. "This candle doesn't help to soothe the mind. In fact, its aroma can arouse the parasite within Mr. Shaw Senior's body.

The scent is soothing, warm, made to ease the body into rest. “How do you never run out of these?” I say lightly. “I can’t even sleep properly because I don’t have one.” She takes the candle from my hand. “Are you having trouble sleeping because of the candle,” she says coolly, “or because of the drama you keep creating?” I look at her. “I heard the noise,” she adds. “Rowan was here, wasn’t he?” I slump and fall onto her bed. “He won’t let go, Cole. He’s refusing to accept it.”

Isabel’s POV I rubbed my temples, trying to shake off the lingering heaviness in my head. “I’m fine. Maybe it’s just grogginess from sleeping too long.” Emerson nodded, but kept studying me as if he wasn’t convinced. I decided to change the subject, if only to get his scrutinizing gaze off me. “The new scented candles are nice. Where did you buy them?" I asked, looking at Marianne. Her face lit up at the compliment. "Oh, I’m so glad you like them! They're handmade by my family. We’ve been making them for years, mostly for gifts and home use. But if you enjoy them, I could have them send more."

just for her. But he is not done charming her yet with gifts as inside the bigger bag that contains the boots is a smaller pink one from a candle company inside the mall. It contains a various assortment of small votive and tea light candles of all different colors. But the highlight of the bag is the three large pillar candles that he has attached a rose to with tape. There are two pink roses and one white rose, each with their stems neatly trimmed in half so they could fit more discreetly in the bag. "Well I guess you remembered my little candle fetish huh, baby," she says while carefully peeling the tape off.

I removed it from his mouth and firmly held it 'til he gave me an answer I'll be satisfied with. “Why here?” He took a deep breath and looked up at the ceiling as if the answers were there. And after what seemed like an eternity, he finally looked at me with a smile on his face and eyes emitting with something that made me feel safe even if I am with a stranger. “I guess I want too much.” He was definitely a riddle. I shook my head with an amused smile on my lips. I finally gave him his cigarette and I lit it with his lighter. “What does that make you feel?” I asked, pertaining to his cigarette.

We’re in the loft studio I sometimes rent for product shoots, and today’s subject is a sustainable candle company called Wax Poetic, run by an ex-theater couple who are currently arguing in the corner about whether rose and sage is a scent or a lifestyle. “You can’t tell me rose isn’t a grounding note,” the husband says, arms flailing like he’s mid-Hamlet. “You said that about patchouli last week!” his wife fires back. “We can’t ground every damn thing, Mark!” Sophia snorts quietly and I nearly lose it. “How did you get roped into this again?” she asks, fiddling with a stray fern I absolutely did not approve as set dressing. “They’re friends of friends,” I say, snapping a quick test shot and

It looked like I was in the Mummy Return movie going to find some mummies there. Could Zander Have A Mummy As His Lover There? Wow, Now I Have A Mummy Competitor. Anything Is Left That Idiot Did Not Stick His Dick Into? I wanted to go there but I could not find anything that could help me to see things. I forgot my phone in my room. I started going through a cabinet and came across a candle. This could work. I concentrated on the wick of the candle and thought about fire. The candle wick soon sparked into flame.

Really, it had all the trappings of a nice hotel room, with a vintage seaside charm. However, the bed, or the amenities of the little shack weren't what had me captivated. The room was filled with burning candles. They were in the windows, on every ledge and counter in the space. Tall pillar candles, tea candles, column candles, and candles in little jars. It smelled like sea salt and cologne, the way I was used to Rowan smelling. I breathed it in deeply.

The aromatherapy candles flickering gently along the banquet tables blended beautifully with the expanse of stars scattered across the Maldivian night sky, serving as silent witnesses to the birth of a new legend within the international corporate world. END OF CHAPTER 233.

Running a business. ‘I have a question.’ ‘Yes, of course you do. Ask me anything.’ He was so cool and sophisticated and she was no more interesting than her seventeen-year-old self. ‘You want to know more about the product? It’s a really good-quality candle. It’s made of beeswax and it’s smokeless and virtually drip-free.’ ‘I can hardly contain my excitement.’ But he was smiling as he picked up the candle again and she had a feeling his mind was still on seduction rather than the product in his hand. ‘That wasn’t my question.’