Rejected Candy Novels & Stories

“Both.” “Hmmm… tempting,” I said. “I’ve been in an actual battle with one of the vending machines in the office for weeks. One time, I put in two dollars for a bag of skittles, and it gave me a pack of gum. That I didn’t even want. And if I did, why would I choose coldgreen, who chooses coldgreen?” “Someone with poor judgment,” Blake said, eyes glinting. “Exactly! Thank you. Finally, validation.” I pointed at him like I’d won something.

“You should come by for dinner at some point, but I’m sure you’re going to want the rest of the day to survey your new property. I hear a Matt Wallber takeover isn’t once you should get in the way of.” He laughed and grabbed his briefcase he stopped beside the bar before looking at Renda. “There are a few boxes in the cabinet,” he nodded across the room. “Take what you like. It’s… rare for this office to get many visitors who want Cocoa Madness.” Renda beamed at him, “I will.” He nodded and headed out with a wave. Matt sipped his coffee with a pensive look. “How do you have more than one pack profile?” I asked, unable to contain the question. “Isn’t that illegal?”

“You’re very lucky, Penny. One of these batches was rejected by another client, and the other two are excellent-condition clearance items we found in the warehouse today. In fact, these two batches are in even better condition than the rejected ones. Take a look at the video.” However, the colors seen in the video were different from what could be seen in real life. Hence, Penny responded, “Mr. Fay, would it be alright if I travel to Union County now and personally select the product I want?” Getting her hands on rejected stock was a once-in-a-blue-moon opportunity. There were probably several hundred others waiting to get their hands on the items as well. Mr. Fay had only reserved these pro

"But I got this chocolate custom made for you before you got pregnant. I know you might think that I'm wasting money but would you please accept my gift?" He opened the box of chocolate, put them in front of Meredith, and added, "Look at this, are you really willing to let this chocolate go to waste?" "Can't we return this?" "How can we return something that was custom-made? You even said to yourself that they had to create a new mold." Meredith looked at those pretty chocolates and still felt a little uncomfortable. "But how can I eat such pretty and expensive chocolates?" "They're just chocolates. We can always buy more when we finish them."

Silver had helped with the chocolate candies suggestion, narrating how obsessed Alexa had been about it when she was a teenager, and how ecstatic she would be when she got it, and I had to scout the entire city to find it. There wasn’t any store that still sold it, and so I had had to have it sent down on express from another city. I couldn’t even begin to explain the stress that went into that, and now, it just felt like I had wasted all the time and effort. She did get the delivery; I had been assured, and she must have gotten my card. “This is just my tiny way of saying that I am sorry for standing you up earlier today. I hope you get to forgive me and we can have a meeting tomorrow.

"We saw you on the news! Everyone’s talking about the Red Savior!" I forced my mouth into something resembling a smile and ruffled his hair. "Still kicking, kid. Don't believe everything the TV tells you. I’m out of here tomorrow." "We brought you the good stuff," a girl whispered, shoving a handful of crumpled, colorful hard candies into my palm. "The Don gave them out to celebrate the Savior. We saved the cherry ones for you. They’re the best." The sugar hit my tongue, cloyingly sweet, a stark contrast to the bitter metallic tang that had lived in my throat since the Wall. I hugged them, their small, warm bodies a brief shield against the reality waiting outside.

I tried to nap, but every time I closed my eyes, I saw rejection letters stamped with red ink. We regret to inform you... 'Unfortunately, we are unable to offer you admission...' 'Your application did not meet our standards...' The imaginary rejections played on loop in my mind, each one more devastating than the last. What would I do if they said no? What would I do if this path, the only path that had felt right in weeks, was closed to me? I had thrown all my hope into one basket, and now that basket was sitting in some admissions office somewhere, being judged by strangers who didn't know me, didn't care about me, didn't understand what this opportunity meant.

"You said you wouldn't be back for another month at least!" "Plans changed," Nathan said, laughing as he hugged her back, lifting her briefly off her feet before setting her down. "Turns out three months backpacking through South America is enough to make a man miss actual plumbing, decent coffee, and people who don't try to sell you llama wool at every single bus stop. Where's Ryan? I want to see his face when I tell him about the time I nearly got arrested in Bolivia."

Even though it hurts but it was better to let her go. Yet to see her happily engaged and ready to be mated with someone else it really kills me because I love her so much. “Stop drinking Dante” Jem tries to confiscated the vodka from Dante but he moves his hand away while Jem tries to reach for the alcohol. After Daniella accepted his rejection from years ago when they were both teens Dante stood there with hurt and sorrow. So he ended up drinking vodka without an ice or anything to change it to make it less strong. He has found himself a place near the cliff in his territory and drank his sorrow away.

My unofficial rejection had in turn given me the truest love, and while I wouldn’t wish that pain on anyone, I’m grateful for my life now. The End.