His And Her Honey の小説・ストーリー

Holy hell, no one ever tasted this good. Like sunshine and lemons and my favorite dessert all rolled into one. Adeline is so sweet, so eager, and she kisses me back with so much innocence. Offering herself up to the moment, to the kiss, to me and to whatever crazy thing is happening between us.

My plan was simple… First I wanted to handover Ankita to my boss and then we wanted to send the child to some orphanage to be brought up like an orphan. We were almost in the way of success but this wife of yours didn't want to run away at the last moment, maybe her love for you reappeared. But luckily I convinced her to go away which she did. But our second plan about the baby couldn't succeed as suddenly a man of yours got hold of me and my plan failed. I still thought that maybe the first plan succeeded but this fool chose to come back. Maybe this time wasn't for us...nevermind...but don't worry, my boss is coming to destroy you.. just wait for some days." Helly said and immediately got p

Lily “How is your day going?” Glory asked cheerily on the other end. I stabbed at my lunch, a dry plate of salad, and shrugged. “Not so good. There is no cream to eat my salad.” I whined. She laughed lightly, “Sorry about that. I am on night duty today. We will get to see later. I made apple pie will bring you some.” “I will appreciate it so much.” I mused smiling. “Alright, I will talk to you later.”

He didn’t say I was his fiancée or bride-to-be—just a name. Josie narrowed her eyes slightly as she looked me over, her tone light and pleasant. “Hi, I’m Josie. Come in, don’t be shy. Make yourself at home. What would you like to drink? There’s champagne in the fridge he just bought, or you can try the coffee I made. He said my skills have improved.” She carried herself like the lady of the house. I clenched my teeth, feeling my anger rise. To be honest, she didn’t look like the daughter of heroes who had once taken a bullet for someone. She looked delicate, fragile, and almost spoiled.

"See you later. Enjoy your day at work. Don't work too hard, okay?" Leaving this early isn't my norm, but I need a moment of indulgence, a truce with my stress before I face the firing squad. I head to my favorite local bakery, a small spot that smells like sugar, roasted espresso. I order their specialty: a slice of the most moist, chocolate cake I have ever tasted, paired with a thick, velvety milkshake. It’s my ultimate escape pleasure, a sugary shield against the world. They always run out by mid-morning, and today, I feel like I've earned the right to be first in line.

I just kept glaring, lost in my own world and thoughts. "Hello, Lara, are you there?" He said it and I immediately snapped out of it. " I'm sorry, what did you say?" I said, the bit his lips before saying. "I was asking if the pancakes were enough. You need more honey?" " Yeah, I just need a little drop." " Okay. " He cooed, drooling the honey on my pancakes There were already three pancakes for it. " I'm fine. I can eat this." I said. He nodded, "Okay. Well, I will put mine," he said with a smile.

He pressed. “Yes.” She finally answered. “What else do they carry?” “Vanilla and warm honey.” “Interesting.” Malachi said as if he had figured it out. In his memory, only one person had such a scent. “Who?”

“Remember the perfume I got you on your eighteenth birthday?” I don't nod, too frozen to respond, but he goes ahead anyway. “Honeybee.” He recites, the name is soft on his lips. “Cus that’s who you are. My little honeybee.” His tone deepens, voice laced with deep arousal. His free hand rolls down the band of his pants. “And you never stopped wearing that fragrance. I could single you from a million crowd, Isla… You make it hard not to want you.”