Worth The Candle Novels & Stories

This wasn't dirty money—it was money I'd earned by trading away my freedom for the rest of my life. I closed my eyes, no longer willing to explain anything. I asked, "What do you want? As long as I have it, I can give it to you."

"Right? I mean, if I wanted to spend that much, it better make my room smell like a spa in Bali and come with a free vacation voucher." "Oh, totally. And look at this one." I reached for a candle labeled Morning Dew. "I bet it smells like grass after a rainstorm, but not in a good way." She leaned over, taking a whiff, and immediately recoiled. "Ugh, nailed it. Why is everything either citrus, sea salt, or vague concepts that make no sense?" I smirked, setting the candle back on the shelf. "Capitalism at its finest. Slap a fancy name on something basic, double the price, and convince people they're buying luxury."

“I don’t need it anymore.” He didn’t flinch. “Then I’ll give you something else instead. You paid. It would be wrong, against my nature, to let you leave with nothing of equal worth.” I exhaled a frustrated sigh and walked back to the counter, arms crossed. He placed two objects gently before me: a short, unlit candle and a wilting white flower. He gestured to the candle. “This is a demon-detection candle. It flares blue in the presence of evil.”

"Don't get anyone. Just stay with me for a while. I've been waiting a long time for this." I sat on the edge of his bed. Seeing how worn he looked, how hollow his face had become, I could not hold myself together. The tears kept coming. A warm hand rose and brushed them away. "Don't cry." His thumb lingered at my cheek. "You asked me earlier whether it was worth it. You asked me once before if I regretted saving you. Here is my answer. You're worth it. I've never once regretted it. Losing you would hurt a thousand times more than any bullet."

Bellatrix’s side table had glass encased candles, one emitting the fragrance of spicy leather and the other was an exact replica of when the rain descended on a dreary afternoon against a subtle breeze. “Now that’s talent.” I chuckled softly to myself. Lila can make a profit and expand her business internationally, candles with this type of craft and quality were difficult to come by. An exasperated groan reverberated through the room. I laughed deeply, the sound vibrating in my chest. “I had no idea that you missed me this much, Ma Cherie.” I teased with a devilish grin. Locking eyes with her as she loomed over me like a dark angel ready to take my soul.

The Dim lights, neat bed, and on the bedside table sat a candle. A Maison Margiela one. The glass was elegant, the label clean and expensive-looking. The label on it was clean and it clearly looked like a very expensive item. The lavender scent was already drifting through the room, soft and calming. I smiled to myself. She was very thoughtful. Really thoughtful. Most girls wouldn’t think to set something like this up for a first meeting. It made my chest feel warm.

"Some lady was upsetting me and I touched her and her hand started burning." "Hnmm." "Did you want to hurt her? "Not intentionally." Gwenda nodded. "Okay. I'll give you a simple test and then I'll see what you can really do." Gwenda added and Viola nodded. She reached her purse and brought out a candle. "Light it." She said as she gave the candle to Viola. "What?" Viola said and Gwenda shrugged. "I'll be waiting here. Light the candle with your magic." Gwenda said as she plopped on the bed.

"Three feet will still work without doing any damage, but it will hurt more dripped onto the breasts around the nipples and onto the vulva, so you can take that into consideration. You may wish to hold the candle higher in those areas so the relative level of pain remains the same. Rose, Slut, give these two slaves an orgasm to increase their endorphin levels." Rose bent over me on the bench and started licking my slit. Due to my increased excitement, it only took a few minutes before I was writhing in orgasmic pleasure. When my spasms ended, she stopped. Lisa was going through the same, moaning as Slut sent her over the edge. It was already worth it to me. "I'll do this slave, Scott. I want

“I can prove the candles were poisoned!” A moment of silence fell over the room. Even Leah stopped crying. “Prove it?” Tristan repeated, perplexed. “What more do you need to prove? The candles were already tested—they are harmless.” “The candles were switched!” I said loudly. I pulled out a crumpled tissue from my pocket and held it up for all to see. “I found this in the trash. A few days ago, I wiped candle wax with it. Smell it now, and you’ll notice the sweet, sickly scent of poison that makes your head spin.”

Wu and scoffed "What difference does that make who I am? Do you want to buy them or not? I'm in a hurry and don't have all night!" Mr. Wu said very formally to Lois " These peices of Jade Candle Sticks are listed in the Offical Book of Antique Jade Artifacts with the current owner's name. They are valued at over $5 million. If you are not the current owner, I must assume that you have stolen them and will have to summon the police to investigate this matter."