Novel Candle Co Novels & Stories

"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.

“Guys…this feels legit. Like…witchcraft legit.” Sky beamed. “Thank you. I pride myself on authenticity.” Charlie sighed. Loudly. “These candles are eighty percent wax and twenty percent chemical fragrance. The only spirit you’re calling is Bath & Body Works.” Sky ignored him and crouched beside the candles, lifting her hands like some medium. “Who wants to join the circle?” she asked. Half the room practically trampled each other trying to volunteer. Tyler, the eternally doomed lunch-money thief, was shoved forward first.

I do feel guilty and not a small bit hurt that he doesn’t trust me though—perhaps I need a demonstration of the gentler side of my fae half. Main street Candlewood is a series of quaint shops that wrap around a large park with a pavilion. Though it’s late evening by the time we arrive, there are still people out, walking hand in hand or pushing perambulators and calling to errant children bundled against the evening chill, laughing and talking, feeling safe and at home under the converted gas lamps that illuminate the streets with a warm yellow glow. Ian points out the office building he shares with Ivan, and right next door the space, where Jack works and I admire the restored Art Deco maso

Rising to his feet, he took a pill the size of a fingernail and ignited an eerie blue candle. He watched as the candle's smoke wafted away from the factory, chuckling. "This candle is made from the poison dart toad's mucus. Matched with the Araneus Floret, none of you are making it inside this factory! The smoke will cause you to hallucinate so badly that you'll start cutting down your friends!" With that, Jaud reclined against his lounge chair, looking like he had won. - The blue candle's smoke soon wafted beyond the factory, and it was Bravo who got struck first since he was leading the charge.

Surprisingly, Lily was also in a black dress and was seen at the same location of the meet-up. Luis was in the kitchen, preparing some tea and some toast when his eyes caught sight of a candle close to the leg of the table. It was not lit. He picked it up wondering what that was doing there in the kitchen. It was almond-scented. "Wait, why will Rose light a scented candle and hide it behind the leg of the table, unless someone did it." he thought. He stopped what he was doing immediately, called his delivery guy and handed the candle to him packaged to be delivered to a friend of his. Luis waited half an hour, and he received a message informing him the candle had a sexual stimulant in it.

DUCHESS 29 Surprisingly, the construction of the candle factory only took two weeks for completion. Even the interior design and instalments were already there and it was according to what I wanted and how it should be. What I loved about the candle factory the most was the stone stove installed inside. It was a fully furnished marble with a rack for woods beside it. The stocking of the fire was covered so there is a less danger and hazard when melting the beeswax as well as mixing other things. There is also a place that is placed beside the stove.

The aftermath of shock, but Lara would sooner have been boiled alive than cry in front of him. “If you were hanging off the edge of a cliff, I’d stand on your fingers,” she told him jerkily. She heard paper tearing. A bottle of ‘Blonde Passion’ landed beside her. “The name caught my eye,” he raked down at her, “and the stupid salesgirl sprayed some of it around me. That was yesterday and I still can’t get rid of it!” A long silence stretched. Her teeth bit into the hand she had wedged against her mouth but she couldn’t stop the faint tremors still racking through her.

Leaning on the countertop as she walked over to her kitchen table. She manages to light some candles as she places them around the house in different areas of importance. She leaves 3 burning candles in the kitchen on each end of the counters and one in the window for Ross so that he makes it back to her in good health. Then she takes two of the candlesticks and puts them in the living room, and then one in the half bath downstairs.

Folding my hands together, I made a silent wish. "May your future be bright, Joe. May all your dreams come true." I blew out the candle. Darkness swallowed the room again. My eyes held no tears—only emptiness. Unlocking my phone, I stopped at an unread message. It was from the manager at the beauty salon where I worked part-time. [Belle, we've got a big client from Great Eastern University tomorrow. Can you come in?]