Dreams Honey Novels & Stories

He wondered. Even if it was a dream, he felt that everything in that dream was so real. He also still remembered how the bride looked. She had long black wavy hair and also beautiful grey eyes. Then he talked to himself, "Will she be my bride? Was the dream a vision of my future like my others' dream?" Daniel was happy for that dream because he hoped that he could get married at the age of 23. It implied that he still had two years left to find his bride.

"As long as you're happy." That night, I lay in my bed, having the most peaceful dreams. I had taken a week off from work to travel around with Mom and Dad. Their smiles grew more and more every day. In stark contrast to my peaceful and comfortable life in Myrthia, there was Nyra, who had just learned in Ardenai that I had sold the house. When she showed up at the house and rang the doorbell, no one answered. At that moment, the real estate agent arrived with potential buyers.

I had learned, through everything that had brought me to this study in Washington with the rose on the windowsill and Julian in the doorway and the baby four months along and the framework expanding and Adaeze's seven names in a notebook on the fourth floor of the federal building three blocks away, that the right pace was the right pace. And this one was exactly right. I closed the document. Julian was still in the doorway. "Dinner?" he said. "Yes," I said. "What did you get at the market this morning?" "The good bread," he said. "And the amber honey from the vendor on the east side." I looked at him. "You found an amber honey vendor," I said. "The rooftop hives are everywhere if you look,"

“Just the bathroom.” Mom hums, unconcerned, and goes back to the stove. I take a bite of toast. Chew slowly. Let the silence stretch. “I slept great,” I announce to no one in particular. “Better than I have in months, actually. Really deep. I don’t think I moved all night.” Ethan chokes on his orange juice. Jack drops his fork. “That’s nice, honey,” Mom says without looking up. “Yeah.” I smile sweetly at my stepbrother, who’s gone pale as a ghost. “I had the most interesting dream, too. But I can’t quite remember it. Isn’t that weird? When you have a really good dream, but you can’t remember the details?”

"Heart-Eroding Honey is made by extracting the soul essence of the greediest and most corrupt men, brewed in the beehive using a special, secret method. When they were alive, they exploited others to the fullest. After they die, we transform their desires into the most powerful temptations. Their bodies will become eternal honey sources until they are completely drained dry." She pointed toward one of the honey sources that was twisting violently. Within that blurry humanoid mass, a face of extreme pain suddenly became clear. It was the husband of that wealthy lady I had seen! He was notoriously famous for his greed when he was alive, but now, he was silently roaring in the beehive, his faci

the doctor said with surprise. “It feels like forever,” I moaned. “In the beginning, I found them exciting. Now, I just wish I could move further with them, or dream of something else. It’s like ‘Groundhog Day’ nightly.” The good doctor surprised me with, “Are you currently dating?” “Are you insinuating that I’m fantasizing about this hunk because I lack a boyfriend?” I asked, indignantly. “The mind is a complex thing. I’m simply looking for a direction in which to search for the reason behind your dreams,” she explained. “I don’t understand why you waited so long to mention them.”

"So... I'd be going to the bakery, I'd need to take a leave from my mistress... " "She doesn't know of your loss?" Leon butted in. "She knows she cares less" Mareili thought about this for a while, she wasn't so lucky as Joachim to win a college scholarship and her Mom wasn't getting much from the corporation as her share was only a little. So, Mareili had to work in the bakery till she could enroll for college. She snapped out and shrugged. "Anyway, I'd be going to the company too to clear few of Mom's files with her personal assistant before I leave"

We were talking about my dream and i opened up about my first kiss. "So, your lips are still a virgin?" They were now confused. "Whatever. It's a no." I sighed and just decided to tell them about my dream. I haven't thought that opening up can actually help me until i felt it. I felt bold but free. It was a good feeling. "Have you prayed before you sleep?" said Honey. "Yes," i sighed. "You probably read too much fantasy books!" I stopped and glared at the giggling Honey. "If it was me, i'd be so thrilled! Visit me in ny dreams baby, i promise, i'd just want to dream forever!" she then sighed dreamily.

My bare feet padded softly across the floor, and I paused by the door, standing just far enough to remain out of sight but close enough to catch the sound. “... Honey?” Cade’s voice drifted in, light and familiar, wrapped in warmth. “Yes, I’m fine,” he said. “I’m heading home. Alright? Yes. I promise. Please, Honey… don’t do this.” I flinched, backing away from the door. The name rang in my ears like a cruel reminder, a sharp intrusion. Honey. Again. That name. The one he called out in his sleep. The one that haunted his dreams.

Wayne's desperate search for his wife had been all over the news, so when he mistook a stranger for Arden, everyone thought he had finally lost his mind. Even his closest friend, Dorian James, wondered if Wayne had gone mad. After all, the woman standing before them was the Henley family's heiress, and she didn't look like Arden at all. Sensing Vincent's rising temper, Dorian quickly tugged on Wayne's sleeve and whispered, "Wayne, you really are mistaken. She's the Henley heiress."