Bee Season Novels & Stories

Steve sighs, “Well, she lost her Dad a while ago. Her mom is nothing to write home about; she dates the worst men, drug addicts and men with pedophilia tendencies. I don’t think Bree can leave the house or the cafe since it’s all her dad left her. Her mom has tried to sell the house and cafe, but we always stop her. Bree has gone through a lot. She wasn’t lucky like you. I hope you can learn to take care of each other.” Guilt coils in me painfully, and I nod. “She wants to come over often.” I remind him. “She can. Bree is a good girl, and I know you will learn from each other.” He nods, and I smile, “Thank you.” Mom looks pleased, “So, how is basketball, Sebastian? When’s your next game?” I

Clyde Dante "Mr. Dante, do you want some?" Sean asked. Sean here asked me if I want salad and a tuna mayonnaise rice ball? He made it for Beverly and Beverly ate it with a big smile from her face because she freaking loves tuna. "No." I answered. "Why bother asking him? I thought you're making this all for me?" Beverly asked in a bitchy tone. "Of course." Sean asked and then he excused himself to go eat lunch.

** Breaking New Ground** Spring in Seabreeze had fully arrived, bringing with it vibrant blooms and the soft hum of renewed life. The town was bustling with activity, the streets filled with locals and tourists eager to soak up the mild weather and the charm that only a coastal town like Seabreeze could offer. For Claire and Ethan, the season symbolized not just the renewal of nature, but also the blooming of their own dreams.

Yes, I like to stare when it's starry. - "It reminds me of when we were younger..." I smiled as I remembered. "Whenever we traveled to the beach, you would wake me up at dawn to look at the stars. - And you'd drag your feet and complain," she said, "but in the end we'd always sit on the sand and watch the sky and the sunrise! - "You always had the power over me..." I shrugged - "I was the bad boy only in front of our friends... remember that time we had sex in the sea... in Buzios?" I said.

“Do you want to visit a club or…?” "No. No. I don't like crowds for tonight. Can we take a quieter path? I think the smell of flower plantations at night is quite pleasant for now.” "Okay. So I'm going to choose the turn on the right. Do you mind?" "What's in there?" Lucas shrugged, not so sure. “There is a small bar that is quite famous for its delicious wheat beer. I've been there twice and the atmosphere is quite calming because it's surrounded by wheat fields.”

She rushes me inside as more guests arrive that I do recognise some were at my wedding in Bali while the rest was at Calvin's cousin's wedding in Italy last time. So this event would be attended by all the Gunns? Minus Calvin Gunn? *** 'Bee Meets Honey'. As cliche as it sounds, that's the theme of today's event hence the dress code to be yellow and black. Exactly as what Gen promised, it was indeed a fun day when everybody participated in the games and I can't believe I have this much laughter in a day after such sorrow I've faced these past few weeks. At least now I have something to remember by, the last piece before I leave New York for good.

Chapter 36: The Mess Before The Beautiful. Sebastian’s POV The drive to Grandma’s house was unusually quiet. Normally, a car ride with the four of us would be filled with snarky jabs, off-key singing, and the occasional wrestling match in the backseat between Damian and Brandon. But not today. Today, Becky was pressed up against the window in the backseat, earbuds in, hoodie pulled over her head, acting like the world didn’t exist. And maybe to her, it didn’t.

“There’s still the equinox coming in a few month’s time. Why would you need so much time to prepare for your paltry celebration?!” “Paltry?” Beckett scoffed. “It’s only the year’s largest celebration.” He tipped his head in Jayce’s direction. “And we’re planning a wild hunt to end the event. Hoping to score a Spark for our ever lonely Prince of the Spring Court.” He curled his lip, distaste breaking through his boredom. “It wouldn’t do for a Prince to Spark with some Unseelie. Could you imagine the gossip?!” He shuddered for effect. “I don’t need a Hunt, Beckett. And I certainly won’t be Sparking with any brownies or winged creatures either. It’ll happen when the Goddess wills it.”