Quotes Candy Novels & Stories

the butler asks as he places the pitchers on the table. “I am not that familiar with cocktails,” I reply and stare out at the dark pool. “Well… what kind of candies do you like? I can try to recreate it.” I really have to stop and think about it. Lucas didn’t allow me to eat sweets, and I have forgotten what I like. “Uhm… maybe salted caramel, I guess. And Turkish Delight.” Chad nods. “I think I can do something with that.”

Cassian’s smile grew, and he tucked one of the candies he held into the inner pocket of his coat. “I already told you they’re sugar-free, but if you don’t believe me, you can try one.” I loved sweets but avoided them as much as possible, and this wouldn’t be an exception. “No, thank you,” I said firmly, turning my face away. “I think you misunderstood,” Cassian said. I looked at him—he already held the candy between his fingers, unwrapped. “I’m not offering; I’m telling you to try it.” I swallowed hard, reaching out to take the small pink candy, but Cassian pulled it out of my reach. “Open your mouth.”

she introduces herself. "It's wonderful to meet you Lily," grandpa smiles and pats his lap. Lily climbs on to his lap and he grabs something from his pocket. "These were your dad's favorite candy as a child. Do you want to try it?" He holds out a cherry flavored Jolly Rancher. I do love those. "Yes please," Lily smiles and grandpa unwraps the candy before giving it to her. "You can't bite it, and don't swallow it right away," grandpa says.

He opens the door and I walk in looking around and my jaw drops The floor is carpeted in red cushions if that makes sense. I turn to my right and I freeze. Guns are all displayed and framed like souvenirs. Looking on my left blades sprawled out onto tables. Walking closer to these tables, different bottles are labeled with different things "Uhm Matt what are these bottles of gummies and shit" I turn to him "Well they are like Viagra but they don't exactly make you hard or tighter. They add the same chemical that you get in chocolate but x2. Then once your body has broken it down you become impulsive and out of control. You start feeling happy and numb "

he asked her. "Sure. Even though we just ate, you can't watch a movie without popcorn." Jocelyn shoved her hands into her coat pockets. He placed a hand on the small of her back and walked with her up to the concession stand. "Two large Cokes--" "Diet for me," Jocelyn added. Caden chuckled. "Correction: One large Coke, a large diet, and one large popcorn." In the mood for something sweet, he looked over the candy counter. "Candy?" he asked Jocelyn.

"What do you want? What's good?" "I'll have the croquette with everything and eenie minie mo it...it's all awesome." "Chick, give me your favorites." Tapping my chin, I mentally ran through my preferred list. "Try the house Cubano...it's really good and legit." "Noted." Her phone went off, but instead of answering, she turned it off. "Drinks?" "I'll have a Jupiña." "The pineapple soda, right?" "Yup." "I'll be back, brat. Call you to give me a hand?"

It was Candy! ***

We claimed a corner table and settled down, the pizza box becoming the centerpiece of our impromptu lunch. As Zara distributed slices, the conversation shifted. Lydia brought up the so-called public health benefit—the candy that had been causing me so much grief. “You know, that candy has become ridiculously popular,” she said, her tone laced with mild annoyance. “It’s like everyone and their dog is talking about it. They’re even marketing it as some kind of miracle cure.” Tina nodded in agreement. “I’ve tried it a few times. It’s not bad, but I wouldn’t call it miraculous. Just…different.”

I asked, eyeing it suspiciously. “Open it.” I peek inside and my jaw actually drops. It’s full of candy. Not just any candy, my favorite candy. Sour gummy worms, chocolate-covered pretzels, those weird strawberry things I can never remember the name of but always buy anyway, and even those little caramel squares that stick to your teeth. Knox pulls out two pieces and slides them across the table. “For every question you get right, you get a reward.” My entire mood does a complete one-eighty. I sit up straighter and grab the candy like it’s made of gold. “Are you serious right now?”

Cus looked back over his shoulder. "Whatever you want." "Anything?" Cus’s eyes went wide, his sharp features finally softening. "Within reason. As long as I can buy it or steal it without losing a limb." "Reese’s Cups. A bulk crate once a month." Kan stared. "Reese’s Cups?" The guy was definitely pulling his leg. He demanded high-end tequila from Timothy, but from Kan, he wanted gas station candy? Cus nodded, licking his lips. "The miniatures. So I don't get a sugar crash as fast."