Worth The Candle Novels & Stories

The man he had underestimated was everywhere he could not reach. Nathaniel’s loss was total. And for the first time, truly, irrevocably, he understood that some battles could not be won with money, influence, or threats. Some victories were meant to belong to those who were worthy, who were loved, who were free. And Isla Hart, glowing and unstoppable, carried her life forward, leaving Nathaniel to stew in shadows that would never touch her again.

The Lily of the Valley mark faced the unlit candle in Marcus's hand, dead-on. "Now the punishment has come. Not from her. From her granddaughter." Luna looked at Marcus. The fingers gripping the candle had stopped trembling. But the body of the candle tilted at a precarious angle. The wick nearly touched the brown scar on the web of his hand. The one saturated through with Old Formula Ink.

It flickered in the draft from the door. "It is... small," Cale whispered. "It's a candle." "It is a timeline," Cale said. "Burning down." "It's just wax, Cale. Don't get metaphysical." "I cannot help it. The symbolism is overt." "Blow it out. Make a wish." Cale looked at Elion. The candlelight reflected in his green eyes, making them look like deep pools of water. "I do not know what to wish for," Cale admitted.

I smiled despite myself, typing back: "Very mysterious, Mr. Carver. Should I be preparing myself for something crazy?" "Define crazy..." "Miles." "Okay okay, not crazy. Just... different. Good different. I promise you'll love it." "I'm trusting you." "You won't regret it." I pocketed my phone and grabbed the "First Snow" candle. The smell was so great. It was like pine and peppermint and something clean and cold, and brought it to the counter. It was forty-five dollar only, so I bought it.

“It’s just something people do on their birthdays. You blow out the candles and make a wish. Since you ruined the cake, you’ll have to do it without one.” I held the candle steady between us, the flame trembling slightly, and waited, hoping that, just for tonight, he would let himself believe in something as simple as a wish. Hades glanced at the candle and nodded slightly. “I see.” His tone was flat, almost bored, like this was just another meaningless fact filed away in his mind. But when his eyes shifted back to me and caught the barely contained excitement on my face, something subtle changed. A corner of his mouth twitched, and he leaned forward toward the small flame.

In his hand were two intricately shaped candles. For a moment, she just stared, her face suddenly flushing a deep, vivid red. She remembered now—the tool shop, the owner's knowing grin, the sly tone as he'd said, "If you find it works well, come back next time. I'll give you a discount." She hadn't understood what he meant at the time. Apparently, he'd slipped in two "complimentary" candles. And one glance at them made it painfully clear—they weren't ordinary candles.

“Just promise me, Laurence. Promise me whatever happens that you will not mark me.” Her rejection left a little sting in his chest, but he understood her worry. He also had the same thought. They had no idea what would happen if he did mark her wolf. It could make the whole situation worse, and even if there was a chance that it would be fine, they couldn’t risk it. Laurence slid one of his hands up and cupped the back of her neck, threading his fingers through her silky brown curls. He leaned forward, capturing her lips with his own in a kiss that was determined and purposeful, relaying his promise with his actions instead of his words.

Marcus asked, holding a bundle of drip candles in one hand and eating a sandwich in the other. “Depends on the quantity. A bundle of 4 costs about 3 coppers. A bundle of 8 costs about 7 coppers. A dozen is 10 coppers. A box of them containing 20 pieces is 1 silver. That’s the pricing of it. They can also buy it 1 at a time for 1 copper. But yeah, the cost depends on how many they will buy.” “1 copper for a candle? Don’t you think that’s too low of a price?” Marcus questioned. He really is a businessman.

The man glanced at the burning blue candle at the foot of the bed, which Valerie was unable to glance at as it made her stomach churn with something she was unable to control. “Does the candle have any meaning to you?” Even though her face was still bright red from embarrassment mixed with various feelings that she couldn't express, Valerie still answered loudly. “The candle only reminded me of feeling sick and scared. If your intention was to torture me then congrats, you did it.” Jose fell silent, stared at Valerie with a deep and piercing gaze from his dark, misty eyes. He shrugged his shoulders. “You will realize what the candle means to you later, Vale.”

she said with a chuckle. “I’m sure you already had that title locked up before today, he said, looking for that smile. I could get used to this he thought as he saw her eyes light up and wondered how it would feel to have that smile to himself.Frowning at that possessive thought, he said “do you have a card or some contact information for your compensation”. Eyebrowsdrawn she shook her head,“as I said it was my pleasure, the girls getting to meet you was compensation enough.”