Sweet Sugar Candyman Novels & Stories

Even after reaching the sidewalk where she last saw him, she cannot find him anywhere. “Miss!” A voice calls from behind her. She turns around and sees a tall, well-dressed man looking at her with interest. “Yes?” she replies, still distracted. “You’re selling homemade sweets, right?” “Oh, yes!” she says, opening the cooler to show him the selection. “These are today’s flavors.” “I’ll take two of those,” he says, pointing. Catarina takes out two small clear boxes and hands them to him. He opens one, tastes a brigadeiro, and smiles.

He made crude jokes - she rolled her eyes and pretended that he wasn't hysterical. Our introductions were easygoing and pleasant. His first words were: I'm a Sugar Daddy, sweet thing. Want to ditch the brooding snore fest and come live in sugary bliss with us? All the while Crystal, his girlfriend, stood next to him, nodding with a smile. If looks could kill, he'd be dead. That vein in Hendrix's forehead throbbed, while I bit my lip hard in order not to laugh. A snort still escaped, and my pain-in-the-ass Daddy softened a bit.

I hugged my aged father, my regretful mother, and my accomplished brother. A breeze blew through. The candy on the headstone lifted into the air. It spun once like a red butterfly and flew off into the distance. Goodbye, Mom. Goodbye, Dad. Goodbye, Liam. I had tasted enough of the bitterness this world had to offer. This time, I was going to taste the sweetness that remained. The wind died down. Sunlight fell across my headstone, warm and gentle. It felt just like that afternoon when I first walked into the kitchen and lit the stove.

the man said as he pressed his face into the crook of Lucrecia's neck. He held Lucrecia's palms, so she couldn't get rid of the man's head from her neck. But, deep within herself, there was a spark that had dimmed so long that now felt like it was rekindling. Lucrecia tried to refrain herself, It was impossible to give herself to a man she didn't know, although she was attracted. Was it the wrong decision for helping this man? "And also you're beautiful," the man said when they looked at each other.

“Wow, sugar you look as sweet as candy. Hey, that’s what your stage name will be, Candy Cane. Every time you walk out onto that stage, I want you sucking on one. You will lick it until all the men are so hard that they practically want to jump you the minute you step foot out there.” Mr. Knight says while the rock-hard erection in his pants salutes me.

A man dressed entirely in black, lounging on a luxurious leather sofa with his legs crossed, savoring a little candy. “Want a taste that badly?” he teased, tugging his shirt open further to reveal more of his chest beneath the fabric. I huffed, turning my face away and crossing my arms, but the truth was my heart raced as I imagined the taste of his lips—whether they’d be sweet or tart. “Do you have any idea how much sugar is in that?” I asked, changing the subject. “They’re sugar-free,” he replied, pulling another candy from his pocket as he chewed the one in his mouth. The faint crack of the colorful little ball between his teeth drew my gaze back to him. “Where did you grow up?”

I confess, and she smiles. “I figured as much but trust me, this will help.” I sigh but agree, and we walk out of the safety of the locker room into the loud club floor. Men are shouting and squealing, and I turn toward the stage, watching a dancer spin down the pole, completely naked. I gasp, and Mindy smiles, passing me a shot, “That’s Candy. She is one of the best dancers we have. She is very popular.” “I can see why,” I gasp, “How does she do that?” I ask, gulping down the shot.

They kept whispering to each other when they thought I wasn’t looking. Halfway through the night, Sugar finally took the stage — masked as always, voice smooth and dangerous as he sang about forbidden desires. My heart raced. I pushed through the crowd until I was right at the front, screaming his name. When the performance ended and he stepped off stage toward the back exit, I didn’t hesitate. I ran after him, slipping past security like I always did. “Sugar!” I shouted, grabbing his arm in the dimly lit hallway. He turned, tall and muscular, tattoos peeking from under his shirt. Before he could say anything, I threw my arms around his neck and pressed my body against his.

The passerby looked at him and didn't understand what he was selling. "Good, then I have to do it myself." Eric pulled the wrapper on the straw column, the eye-catching red color appeared glossy with the sugar. “Here is sugar-coated haws, five dongs a sugar-coated haws. Sweet and sour, eat once and want again.” As he walked, he advertised but did not see anyone approaching. So he had to eat a tree slowly for others to see. "Hey young man, how much is a candy stick." "Yes, ma'am, a five-dong candy stick."

Why was Candy suddenly talking like that? ***