Worth The Candle Novels & Stories

"So basically, she's the life in exchange for a money?" "Yes." "A life you are done with?" "Yes." "That isn't worthy enough. She's useless to you, so I doubt she will be of any use to me too." "Trust me. You'll want her when you see her." "Quite the convincer, but I don't like sharing."

Fair enough, Mom wasn’t at home. “You are going to like it,” he promised, lighting a candle. “The burn… It’s like nothing else.” Dad’s cock twitched against my thigh. “She’s going to look so fucking pretty with the wax dripping down her back.” “Owww,” I whimpered as Cassian tilted the candle and the first drop of wax landed directly on my tummy. Oh God the heat was incredibly hot and burning, but then it cooled so fast, hardened very quickly and the burning feeling turned to a beautiful sweet one. “Oh sweet Lord.”

I really don't know the reason why she was laughing so much. "Eh, because what you bought is really for boost! Then you will talked there and even said that Aivan felt heated!" she was still laughing as she spoke. "What do you mean?" Now I'm the one who doesn't understand what's going on. "Aphrodisiac candles are for s*xual drives, twin! It's for adding a heat effect! Especially for us women!" I covered my mouth at what she said. It has different effect so us girls? So, that's why I was turned on last night?!

"What was worth betraying Serena?" Desmond looked down at his hands. "Five million dollars," he whispered. I felt bile rise in my throat. "Five million dollars," I repeated. "That's what my privacy was worth to you? That's what your years of working with my father worth to you?" "My wife is sick," Desmond said, tears streaming faster now. "She has cancer. Stage three. The treatments are expensive. Our insurance doesn't cover everything. We were drowning in medical bills on top of my gambling debts. Victoria said Marcus wanted to look for job and some of his documents are in your office. She said if I allow her pick the document that Marcus forgot in your office, she would pay off all my debt

It was like flipping a light switch to on and feeling your bulb blaze and start to burn out customer after customer. The current customer in question was a woman rattled on about how she had made one of Gabbi’s recipes for a dinner party and how it had been the absolute hit of the evening. Gabbi thanked her for her purchase and autographed her book. The woman asked for a photograph with Gabbi and she obliged. As the flash lit up the dim room, her eyes felt hot as the little black dots began to form in front of them. She blinked a few times to clear her eyes and, when she finally regained her vision, standing before her was a tall, dark mystery man staring down at her.

He hangs up before I can say anything else. I sit back down and look out the window at the street where Victor walked away and I think about a Thursday morning where all I wanted was a few hours of normal and instead I am sitting in a restaurant waiting for Damien Voss to come and find me because someone who should not know anything about my life knows all of it. The candle I bought is still in my bag. It still smells like something I cannot name. That detail makes me want to cry for reasons I cannot fully explain. ***

Natasha says, "That you could increase your profits if you bundle a candle with one of the mid-range geodes. Cobble together something about sandalwood and-and the pink rock thing working together to cleanse your aura or something.” The way she says it like it’s just made-up gobbledygook is a bit insulting, but I think her heart’s in the right place now. She wants to help, which is great for her spiritual karma. I can’t wait to tell her that. “That way you'd move both. Looks to me like the candles are dying alone on that shelf. Nobody even looks at them." The vendor blinks. "They... are, actually." "And your card reader's charging you too much. Ask the company for the flat rate, tell them a

And I thought about the ivory tapers bought on sale for twelve dollars on a Tuesday afternoon. About the woman who had lit them at seven o'clock and had not known yet what was coming. About every mile of the road between that Tuesday and this one. And I thought: she deserved to know. The woman who lit the candles. She deserved to know that the road led here. And here was worth every single mile of it. The book said so. On the last line. Buy the candles. Light them. Eat the meal. The rest will follow. It was true. It was completely, specifically, unhurriedly true.

Something simple, well-fitted, and appropriate for the occasion. When the cashier told him the price, Ethan paid without hesitation. The money left his savings account, but he didn't regret it. For once, he wanted to attend a Harrington event without feeling like he had borrowed his place there, so he went to the saloon and got a haircut. The barber trimmed his hair neatly and cleaned up the edges. When Ethan looked into the mirror afterward, he almost didn't recognize how different a small change could make him look. Not richer, not more powerful. Just sharper.

"It's not a regular candle. It's soy-based and has a low-melting point, unlike the normal kitchen candles. It doesn't dry into hard wax, it turns to oil on your skin." Despite his explanation, I still swallowed hard and eyed the candle warily. I guess I wasn't only afraid of needles, I was also afraid of hot wax from candles. "Do you trust me?" He asked gently, as he touched my face. I nodded, but still.. I couldn't drag my eyes away from the candle in his hand. Seeing that I was very nervous, he went back to his kinky drawer and returned with a blindfold. "This will help calm your mind," he muttered as he placed the black fabric around my eyes, blinding me.