Novel Candle Co Novels & Stories

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.

Eleanor arrives home just in time to read her a bedtime story. I wait in the kitchen and reheat some pizza for her, searching online for new candle fragrances. I’m obsessed with scents and candles and use them at home, work, and even in the gym. I know it annoys everyone, but I still collect and gift them. They can clear unwanted smells quickly but delicately and don’t overflow my senses. "Thanks for today again," Eleanor slumps down on a chair, exhausted. She works as an accountant for a big company, and they seem to always be behind schedule. She must work on some Saturdays to catch up. They need more people at that company.

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.’

“He said to eat without him, but to save him some, as he’d be late.” “Alright,” Rhett began to serve the food onto the plates. “We can have fun without him, until he comes. Do you want to light some candles and open a wine?” “Sure,” Cameron moved into the dining room area of the open planned kitchen/living space. “I ran by Aislen’s house,” he said as he set the wrought iron candle holders onto the table and lit the tapers spiked onto them. They were scented, something dark and mysterious. Rhett’s purchase, Cameron thought as he breathed in. Heath would have chosen a designer scent, something expensive and recognizable, probably from one of their aftershaves, but Rhett’s choices were darkly s

She herds some shuffling around her, and for a moment, her brain went all red mode, thinking Alex was serious about the whole strip cuddle thing, but a small light entered the room after a brief moment. It was not a candle. It was lighter. Regan thought was in awe when Alex bought a lot of candles to light up the room, when she means a lot. She means a lot. I mean " Allot...." "Alottttt...." Like hell lot! His pants pockets were an overflow of candles as well his hands. He lined them up on the table and every surface he could find flat enough to balance his candles. After placing the last candle, he turned to observe his work. The room looked so beautifully enlightened. He stood back to watc

he glanced at me and He began arranging the candles dramatically. “I ordered them from an online store,” he said proudly. “I saw that they help set the mood for relaxation, so I’m trying to set the mood.” He gestured toward the candles like a man presenting a masterpiece. I forced a smile. “Very impressive.” “I know.” Adrian said looking entirely pleased with himself. The candles flickered gently around the room while the music continued playing quietly in the background. Almost annoyingly perfect. I watched him walk back toward the kitchen. A few moments later he returned carrying two wine glasses. One in each hand.

He asked. "I think Jane and Mary might like it, they asked about wax play last time we talked but they weren't sure what they were looking for in a candle so they might not mind that it's partially used." "It's settled! We'll offer it to them and if they don't want it I guess we can burn it like a normal candle?" "Works for me. Now I am going to get cleaned up. Can you order some food while I shower?" I asked. "Can do." He smiled and kissed me gently, "How did I ever find such an amazing, smart, sexy woman who enjoys my kinks and communicates so well?"

“Help me with the candles, Ash.” She pulls me up, leading me away from the bonfire towards the tent, where our bags are piled in a jumbled heap near the entrance. She crouches down to the sand and turns up the flame on an old gas lamp from the cabin (packed by the ever-thoughtful Elliot, of course) and unzips a bulky black beach bag, lifting a wide cardboard box out of it. She lifts the lid to reveal a chocolate cake on a silver platter. Nodding, she rips open a packet filled with white candles. They’re not the small, thin candles you’d usually stick in a birthday cake – but regular sized candles like you’d put in a candlestick.

"Yes. I wanted to give you something different. Since rose petals are common, I chose spices. Besides, aren't they much healthier?" Sky nodded in agreement. "You are indeed full of surprises. My guess was wrong. But at least, I was right about the candles." "Not really," Louis quickly denied. "You mentioned romantic candles. What I prepared was an aromatherapy candle, and there aren't many. Just one. I remember clearly that you don't like waste, and you like uniqueness." Sky smiled meaningfully. "Is that why you prepared those books? So that our honeymoon will seem unique and different," she pointed to a small shelf placed near the bathtub.

The fire is nearly dead, but I can still see around in the room. Cesar is not in the room. The door is cracked open slightly, but the hallway is pitch black. Where could he have gone? I grab one of the scented wax candles off of Cesar's jewel table and bring it to the dying fire. I thrust it into the embers, trying to get it to light. But the fire's bright glow sinks into the logs before a spark can touch the tip of the candle. "No! It's not working" I hiss softly in the night. Before I know it, I'm surrounded by darkness. I sigh somewhat loudly, my great whoosh of breath coming down onto the tip of the candle and igniting a nearly-dead spark that has graced me with its presence.