Dragon Honey Novels & Stories

The Finches had uncovered a one-in-a-million red diamond in their mine overseas recently, practically priceless in value. Yet he chose to use it here … "How curious," Ezra murmured, eyes glinting as he stared at Rose. Rose's heart felt like it might leap out of her chest as she gazed at the finished creation. She never imagined such a color pairing would create such a magnificent impact! Who was this 'someone special' the host meant? All Rose could think of was the star escort husband's face. She instantly searched for him in the crowd.

"Just a classic? For the VIPs?" "Not classic," Harper replied, her voice leaving absolutely no room for debate. She was already in motion, her hands flying across the premium spice rack. Her fingers wrapped around a delicate glass jar filled with vibrant, dried culinary lavender. Next, she retrieved a heavy jar of rare, dark forest honey. "We are using lavender. Wild forest honey sourced directly from Provence. And we will torch the sugar canopy until the surface cracks with the exact texture of shattered glass."

"Do you want to go further?" My breathing quickened, and then I felt him. He was hard and huge beneath my palm. "Actually, I'm better than them," he whispered in my ear, his low voice making my mind go hazy. Especially when he pulled down his zipper, revealing the tattoo just below his hipbone. Before I could say anything, he pressed his upper body against mine, gazing deeply into my eyes. "Valeria, look at me. I'm better than all of them. I'm your husband."

said the Doña. Truth be told, almost everything was available inside Hacienda Ferman—vegetables, fruits, and other cooking ingredients were all there. So what could be missing? Leah wondered as she waited for the Doña’s response. Is she deliberately making things hard for me? she added to herself. “Ahh, I remember now. What I need is honey. It has to be fresh! You can’t just buy the packed ones—I want freshly harvested honeycomb.” “Huh? The source of fresh honey is so far from the hacienda, Madam. I might not make it back before nightfall if I go to the actual honeybee farm.”

With a dazzle of mystery and excitement at the mention of somewhere she had never heard of, never mind somewhere she had never been. Master Fenn also shook his head, but his chaperone, Lord Fielder, spoke up. "I've heard of them, but we have never come into any contact with them." "They're also a clan of peace and abundance, but their territory is hard to navigate, even with our wings. There's a bit of a remoteness to them, though their medicine doctors are some of the wisest harpies you may ever meet." The female peacock's eyes were glazed, she was clearly lost in a memory of hers, but she contained with some more information, "There's then the hummingbird harpy. They are the ones most in t

If it thought it was me then. "Who am I and what am I?" I asked. " Danae Ravdylon. Bearer of the Ice Dragon." It managed to sound dry even with its kind of voice. I folded my arms and nodded. "So, you're an ice dragon and I carry you. Fair enough." It flapped its wings again. "I am 'THE' Ice Dragon. The only one. The bearers may expire but I live forever. Only I. For another to be born, I have to expire."

We turn to follow them only to stop because Andrew finds something interesting. " Andrew, what are you doing?" Keith calls. " Is this a honey pot?" He asks. " Fucking hell, Andrew, stay away from it. If it's a honey pot then there are bees in it." Raymond says. " Oh relax, stop being a baby. Do you know natural honey has the best medicinal ingredient? Like they're good for the body." Andrew asks as he approaches it. " Nobody cares, Andrew. Get the fuck away from it." I say. But he doesn't listen. The idiot touched it.

Her fingers deftly untied the bag, revealing what looked at first like a simple wooden box, crafted from richly grained walnut. She opened it. Inside, a layer of deep velvet cushioned several pieces of rare, wild-foraged Manuka honeycomb, dark amber and thick with potency. Beside them rested a small jar of the finest Icelandic dried reindeer lichen—a supplement so prized it was said to strengthen the blood—its pale colour and clean, earthy scent speaking of exceptional quality.

Heira chuckled when Xyneth uttered the word 'honey', "If my brother found out that you called me honey and I call you honey, he would definetly devastated and he'll be jealous for sure." She chuckled, "I know." Xyneth opened her fifteenth beer without getting drunk, well she already drunk a hundreths of alcoholics so these is just nothing to her while Heira has already drunk sixteen of the beer and she's already drunk. "H-how come that you're still on your right m-mind?"Asked by Heira who was pointing at her. Xyneth smiled at her, "I used to drink hundreths of these, I've already tried a lot of alcoholic beverages to ease my pain so this is just nothing to me."

I moaned in worry whilst he became my face, whilst he licked at my tears eagerly, in predatory pleasure. He gave me some greater strokes earlier than he paused to nuzzle me even as I pant in soft, frantic breaths of determined give up, and his moan changed into keen, pleased, a lot so that it gave me a jumping sensation of getting behaved like an excellent, nicely used little toy. "The flavor is sort of as exact as blood, my Honey." "Please, can I have an extraordinary name?" The name 'Honey' made me experience a feeling of deep humiliation and damaged submission.