Worth The Candle Novels & Stories

She shook her head, so he poured another one and walked over to his cousin, handing him a glass. “So you are the infamous Brooklyn. Vincent’s fiance. I was curious to see what kind of woman he might fall for. You sure are a beauty, Ms. Eversteen.” Chills raced down her arms. She remained silent as Peter continued to dominate their conversation. “But nevermind that. We are here for business. Tell Vincent that there is one more offer I’m willing to make to him. He knows what kind of… business I’m in. Tell him he can take one every shipment on top of his payment. And an extra bonus for, let’s say, a year?”

And just like that a blurry voice and an image that she assumed that was part of her memory appeared in her mind. 'A woman's worth is more than a man could never work for. A woman is a powerful person who gives light. A woman has been given a womb and a man's part and yet she can give life. A woman has been given a house and yet she made it a home that is full of warmth. A woman is someone who was given a simple thing but can give back precious treasures. A woman has never been worthless. Always remember you are a woman. And you are worth it"

Ava's worked best when she refused to let panic become policy. The apartment was full of candles. Saints, ancestors, lost pets, missing children, accident victims, nameless dead. Flame after flame burned in colored glass. Local fire. Local merit. The Candle Lady kept a shrine in a laundromat sink. She sold flame by the minute to people who needed to speak to the dead but feared full darkness. No system message appeared at first. This place had its own language. Ava knelt before the candles. Ava wiped rain from her eyes. "If this law turns pain into romance, I am burning the filing cabinet."

I gasped, staring at the massive boxes. “Not enough,” he muttered, tearing into the first one. I limped over, glancing inside at an array of bright pink candles in every size. Bending down, I plucked one from the packaging, turning it over in my hand. My eyes watered as I stared at the label. It was glittery and covered in an intricate design of roses in shades of peaches and pinks. “The Perfect Mate,” I whispered, reading what he’d named the candle. Plucking the gemstone studded lid from the candle, I inhaled, gasping at the beautiful fruity-floral scent inside, “Is this really what I smell like?”

"The winds are quite strong today, and we're surrounded by trees. Is it safe to light so many candles?" Shane was just about to explain when Valerie pulled a lighter out of her pocket. "You don't have to worry about a thing, Mr. Paulson! We have to make sure that the fire is blazing! After all, the bigger the fire, the more sincere your feelings are! Also, I specially hired a geomancer to let me know when's the best time to light the candles. We can't miss it!" Edward and his bodyguards were given no time to stop Valerie as she snapped the lighter open and moved toward the candles closest to her.

What? Mr. Palmer's sudden revelation left my mind completely blank. For a long moment, I couldn't process anything. I glanced instinctively at the candle nearby, then turned my gaze back toward him. "W-What do you mean by 'pleasure candle?'" I asked in a daze. What did he mean? What exactly was he trying to say? "When this kind of candle is lit, the scent it gives off can easily stir up certain urges in a person's body."

“They are infused with champignon. Are they in every room?” Livi’s eyes moved to the dresser, where the candles would be. Sure enough, there they were, but they were no longer burning. “Yes,” she replied. “Every room has candles like these. There are also others around the house.” “He is using them to make your wolves weak and keep you from fighting off the effects of his poison,” Eleanor told her. “I put mine off a while ago and I’m already feeling better, but my wolf has not regained her strength fully. As long as these candles are burning, you and the others will not be able to break free of Jonathan’s control.”

She set the candle on the floor outside the salt circle, a good six feet away. I focused on the wick, reaching for that warmth in my chest again. This time, it responded instantly, surging up like a living thing. The candle burst into flame—along with three others nearby. "Control, Tate!" I yanked the warmth back, panicking. The flames died, but smoke curled from the burned candles. "Sorry," I gasped. "Don't apologize. You're learning." Vida reset the candles. "Again. But this time, imagine the flame you want. See it clearly before you create it."

Ersilia proclaimed, lighting a green candle to represent the earth. “Blessing upon the creatures and spirits of the East.” Carlotta proclaimed, lighting a yellow candle to represent air. “Blessing upon the creatures and spirits of the South.” Marcia proclaimed, lighting a blue candle to represent water. “Blessing upon the creatures and spirits of the West.” Malvina proclaimed, lighting a red candle to represent fire. “Blessing upon the witches and werewolves gathered.” I proclaimed as I lit the black candle to banish negativity and then the white for balance.

"I recognize your refusal to just accept the fact, however, that is the stable fact. I even have examined many things, however, at the very least, she changed into the only one who delivered mandrake leaves into the cooking -- that is unmistakable." "...And so? Are you announcing the elegance rep is the witch? Anyway, what approximately the natural tea and scented candles you gathered from the vice-president?" "Of path, they have been analyzed. In phrases of components, not anything unusual. I additionally brewed the natural tea and drank it, the flavour is pretty good, very normal. I am additionally checking out the scented candles proper now -- reputedly there may be no hassle." Saying tha