Quotes Candy Novels & Stories

Carol pleads, and I just nod still not able to form words yet. I dig through the food items until I find a box of expensive chocolates. I tear them open and put one straight into my mouth, I don’t even stop to check what the flavour it is – I just need the sugar. It’s coffee liqueur and dark chocolate and I know it’s a little early for the small hit of alcohol, but it’s just what I need to bring some sense back.

He found himself in a quite awkward situation. Zara only nodded her head. She could not bring herself to speak. Oliver saw that introducing himself was a wrong move. So he searched his pocket for something. He smiled when he found it and revealed it. It was a little roll of candy. He offered it to her. Zara stared at the candy in confusion. "I heard that eating something sweet when one is sad can heighten one's mood. Then again, I think you'll need more candy," Oliver explained, hesitantly.

I wonder how they were keeping up, and Gaby hasn’t made any reports to me which means everything is going smoothly. “Noel, should we add red candies to the list? I need to pass the final list to those in charge of food.” Gaby asked. Red candies are candies, specifically made for occasions like this. And it takes a long time to make and it requires the sugar and the human blood to gum together so that no one will actually have an idea what was used to make it. And it does taste nice, not to talk of how it is decorated making it look so magnificent. “Yes they should. They should be made in batch and I want like two batches packed perfectly.” I ordered.

“Did we really need all these snacks?” Annie said as she looked between Stolas and Candy, their arms loaded with candy, popcorn, and sodas. “Shifter.” Candy said as she shrugged her shoulders and smiled over at her mate, “And I didn’t see you complaining when I asked for the sour watermelon candies.” “I’m not, it’s just a lot.” “We’ll work it off later.” Candy said, a plan already forming to make this date more interesting. “I promise to share my popcorn,” Stolas said as they walked up to the attendant. “Can you grab my phone?” He asked Annie as he turned around.

“Goddess, how old are these?!” I looked at one of the cards. “This one says twenty sixteen.” “Well, they are definitely going in the trash.” “Now hold on,” I grabbed the box of chocolates, “I’m kinda curious if they are still good or not.” “Don’t do it, Teddy. You’ll regret it.” But I watched Melody’s face as I plopped one into my mouth. She winced and watched my face with curiosity and a slight hint of sympathy. I wondered why she gave me that look; but then the taste hit me. It was like an old balloon and chalk had danced across my tongue; the sickeningly sweet and rotten sour taste of the inside cordial spilling into my mouth when I bit down.

He took a bite of his cotton candy and turned to Faith, “Hey, Faith, wanna taste mine? See if it’s sweet?” Faith glanced at him and replied deadpan, “The main ingredient of cotton candy is sugar, powdered and spun. I don’t need to taste it—I know it’s sweet. And too much sugar dulls your brain and rots your teeth. You should cut back.” “…” Quincy stared at her, utterly speechless. Seriously, how was he supposed to flirt with that? * After the amusement park, Sebastian had arranged a place in Departure City for the kids to stay. Vaughn and King would be on duty to protect them.

With the unshakable confidence only children seemed to possess, she marched over to me, candy in hand. “Hi!” she chirped, stopping just in front of me and holding up the half-eaten glob in her hand. “You want some? It’s strawbwi.” I couldn’t help the smile that pulled at my lips. “You’re sharing your candy with me?” She nodded so hard her curls bounced, her sticky hand reaching out even further. I leaned in slightly and sniffed, it really did smell good. Sweet, a little tangy. Comforting in a way I didn’t expect.

I relaxed slightly, the tension easing from my shoulders. I leaned back against the seat, closing my eyes. I popped another candy into my mouth, savoring the familiar taste. This addiction to lemon candies… it was almost as potent as my addiction to Logan. He made me love this sour taste, and now I am mad for it and can’t move on. “I’m crazy! I’m definitely crazy!” I muttered to myself. I was running mad with each ticking of the clock.

The holy trinity of cheat-day heaven. “Hey, Claire! What’s cooking?” I shouted, kicking off my shoes and throwing my bag onto the couch like I owned the place. Her head popped out from the kitchen, hair tied up in a messy bun, cheeks flushed from running around. “Popcorn, chips, and candy. The essentials.” “Bless you,” I said, pressing a hand to my chest dramatically. “I would die for you.” We set up together, lining the coffee table with bowls of gummies and chocolate bars, scattering sodas around like grenades waiting to explode with sugar highs.

“Habit.” “It’s a good habit to have.” She bounces on her toes a few times. I chuckle because the sugar seems to already be coursing through her. “If he’s allowed to have a piece, I have a lollipop or chocolate?” “I want candy,” Cullen says, patting the top of my head like a bongo set, solidifying that candy is exactly what he doesn’t need. Should I say no? Yep. Will Terry be pissed that he’s hopped up on sugar? Absolutely. Am I going to deny my kid this little ounce of childhood joy? Nope. “Lollipop, please.”