His And Her Honey Novels & Stories

“I have the perfect pastry for you…how about giving him macaroons” I looked at the woman as she winked at me. "It's the perfect gift for everyone .. they are commonly called pastry jewelry, it's the perfect gift I assure you. » I nodded, convinced by her pitch, and she handed me a piece of paper and a pen making me look at her puzzled. "Because you're nice to me, I'm going to give you a present... How about we make this gift package unique for your boyfriend?" I lowered my head in embarrassment and she asked me to tell her about Michaël, the color of his hair and his eyes. I did it and a few minutes later, I was paying at the checkout thanking her for her attention. She is so nice...

"Yeah the poor wife of his is me." "No wonder I felt your name a bit familiar." She hummed to herself and I found myself getting confused. "Is he that famous?" Flora nodded at my question. "Girl, the news has said he runs the biggest chains of hotels and restaurants. And not to forget he has this company, called D.Co, news--this is one of the largest operating systems here in U.S and all over Europe." D.Co, where did I hear this word again? "And they are like billionaires."

"he stammers . "Just send for her "as I sit on the principal's seat He scurries away with his back soaked in sweat . Few moments later , a girl walks in with hoodie and sweatpants and her hazel hair in a messy bun she looks up and is shocked but covers immediately and says. "Hello" I smile as i look at her and says " hello little mate" "It has to be a mistake ,I already found my mate and he rejected me "she whispers I clench my fist and ask as I tried to suppress my anger "did he touch you" I ask?

“A-angghh… H-Honey…” To be continued…

He absolutely adores Charlie. In the first year, I secretly hired investigators to look for Chris. Jason found out and, ironically, had been doing the same. One day, after the umpteenth cry in the shower, I realised I had to stop. It was killing me. I started a honey company. Raw honey, candles, beauty products, even surf wax and tent sealant. We opened a small shop six months ago. I study business now too. Next year I am focusing on operations to smooth out the issues in the company. I have taken bookkeeping courses and now manage both my books and Jase’s.

The girl looked at Liam Graham and said, still seductively, "What will you do with my name, honey? I know you are not interested in my name. You are interested in me. Then why should we kill our time here not going to a room?" Liam Graham looked at the girl and said, "You are such a fire. So I won't mind taking a taste of you. Moreover, who does not want to check a honey girl like you? I can bet you'll be the best honey I'll ever taste." The girl heard Liam Graham's words and said, "If you want to taste honey or chili, you have to go with me. So, honey, are you ready to go with me?" Liam smiled and nodded his head happily.

Honey shifted her eyes from Neil to her and smiled arrogantly. "Yup. My boyfriend isn't only the most successful businessman in Chicago but can also wage wars for his Princess. He is extra possessive and wouldn't mind cutting off your limbs if you dare try to touch me." While on the one hand, her threat snatched the air out of Rose, Neil, on the contrary, remained unfazed. Honey furrowed her brows, but her lips parted in shock when the corner of his lips tugged upwards.

“Visitor like you.” I tilted my head, intrigued. “Huh? What do you mean by that?” Honey placed a finger against her lips. “Very powerful,” she whispered. “And pretty. Like you. Light like you.” That gave me pause. Powerful? Pretty? Light? She might not have spoken in full, grown-up sentences, but sometimes Honey said things that felt too sharp to ignore. “I don’t know anyone like me,” I murmured. Honey just giggled and tugged at my hand. “Come! She’s here now!”

His fingers pushed my panties aside, stroking my still-sore folds gently. I moaned into his mouth, legs parting wider despite the ache. “Asher…” I gasped. “Shhh, let me take care of you.” He reached for a bottle of honey from the gift basket Maria had left on the counter, part of the welcome setup. With a wicked grin, he drizzled the golden liquid over my chest, watching it trail down between my breasts and lower, over my stomach to my pussy. The sticky sweetness made me gasp at the contrast with the cool air.