Novel Candle Co の小説・ストーリー

Using the lighter, he lighted the 'candle'. The 'candle' was really made up of a tubular metal, one-inch wide and three-inch long, but with dulled spikes of half-inch long. The spikes dotted the whole of the metal tube outside. It was hollow and had a metal vial inside, which had a wick and oil. The fire was slow-burning and it gave the metal a low heat. The heat could be handled by bare hand but when it was inserted between the legs, the pain was excruciating. "Come here, Hess..."

The image burned into his retina before the darkness returned, deeper. “Stay where you are. I have candles in the kitchen cabinet.” He navigated the now-labyrinthine familiar space until he found the cabinet. His fingers searched the top shelf, locating the cold cylinder of an emergency candle and, beside it, a box of matches. The scratch of the match was obscenely loud, a small yellow explosion that illuminated his tense face for an instant before he touched the wick. The flame was born, flickering, then steadied, casting a trembling sphere of golden light and dancing shadows.

Then, he nodded and left. I walked over to Julian with a calm expression. "We need to talk." The city lights gradually dimmed. The night grew quiet enough that it felt like the only sounds left in the world were our breathing. I looked at him. "So, tell me. What exactly do you want?" Julian's gaze, however, landed on the box in my hand. It was a box of cookies I had baked. Shane had always loved them. After a long silence, Julian said softly, "I want some too."

With Bennett's fiery temper, Sean could end up worse than just beaten. Sean could not risk it. His face darkened with a terrible gravity. In a heartbeat, Sean blurted, "Honey, Mom's spiritual advisor said you should light a candle on the quiet rooftop before the baby comes, to pray for a safe birth!" A rooftop? The only way up was the stairs. It looked like Sean had a plan to send me tumbling down. I did not argue. I just followed him up the stairwell. "Babe, I'll lead. Watch your step, okay?" said Sean, his concern as thin as ice.

Ava's worked best when she refused to let panic become policy. The apartment was full of candles. Saints, ancestors, lost pets, missing children, accident victims, nameless dead. Flame after flame burned in colored glass. Local fire. Local merit. The Candle Lady kept a shrine in a laundromat sink. She sold flame by the minute to people who needed to speak to the dead but feared full darkness. No system message appeared at first. This place had its own language. Ava knelt before the candles. Ava wiped rain from her eyes. "If this law turns pain into romance, I am burning the filing cabinet."

“Your… kind?” We were passing the candle shop now, but it was closed, with a handwritten sign on the door saying that they’d be open again at nine sharp tomorrow morning. The window displays were full of autumn-scented candles, and I resolved to go back at some point, even as I pulled my gaze away to answer Skye.

He must have flickered the lighter to burn the candle. Seriously, this blindfold is rising my excitement more. Not able to see what he is going to do next is so thrilling. I'm not afraid even a bit right now, rather I'm sexually anticipated because I'm certain he will never hurt me. "I'm using soy candle, they are low-temperature candle which doesn't hurt but still I'm not sure about you. So, just stop me if it hurts." He explained to me. Oh my God, finally, it's happening. I'm brimming with overwhelming excitement.

he ordered, his voice trailing away as he turned to leave. I dried quickly, leaving my hair tousled and damp after rubbing it through with my towel. Alex left the cabin door ajar, just enough for me to peek through. Wrapping the soggy towel around me, I tiptoed across the wooden floor. He pulled the curtains across the windows to darken the room, that way, we could appreciate the candlelight. Flames flickered in the fireplace, crackling softly as they feasted on the chopped wood and lint. It grew colder at night, but I didn't always notice because my men kept me warm in bed. He placed scented candles of assorted sizes around the room. I recognized the subtle hint of jasmine and chamomile, an

“In that case, let me show you the decorations I have with crystals and candles.” “As for the candles, we want fantasy ones, not real ones,” Deborah added. “We don’t want any accidents with fire since it’ll be outdoors.” “I understand. Don’t worry, we have both types of candles,” the shop owner assured them as she led them to a room where some centerpieces were already set up for them to choose from. They looked at the decorations, but none caught their attention, so the shop owner offered to design one on the spot based on their preferences, sensing that they had a specific vision in mind.

Well, she said candles help her relax and he does have some scented candles upstairs so he could help her with that. The frown wiped from his face and he smiled in understanding, "Oh, I see. That's a great idea. I actually have some candles in my room if you want me to grab them." Andrea's smile only widened when Lucas asked about the candles, "Oh no, you don't have to worry about that. I have my own candles with me," she said with a chuckle. However, the confusion on Lucas' face did not dissipate, and he couldn't help but feel his mind start to spiral. What kind of person carries candles around with them?