Honey 2 Kat Graham Mga Nobela at Kwento

Never Again 🌷 “Spin me around, knock me off my feet, try to stay dry but you rain on me. You know, you can be my hurricane. Blow me away, pick me off the ground, try to stay dry but I just might drown. Honey, you can be my hurricane.” -Midnight Cinema ~•~ E V E L Y N• It was Saturday afternoon and I was at the grocery store getting supplies for the week ahead, well this was Kat's turn to get all the groceries and since Mason and Kat weren't getting their 'cozy-alone-time', I was incharge of doing the job today.

Liam explained as he released me and cupped my face. “Her real name was Honeyrah, who also happened to be my second cousin and one of the best wedding planners in Italy. You don’t have to be jealous of her, okay? But I guessed it was my fault then. I should have called her Neyrah over the phone and not Honey—causing a rage to my real honey.” Liam leaned forward and kissed my forehead wholeheartedly. What the… so, that Honey was in fact—Neyrah? Damn! Why does she have to use so many nicknames? I gasped.

Meanwhile, mayhem had broken loose at the Hudson Manor after Robert’s mother Carol Hudson and sister Larissa learnt that Sarah was Theodore Hills’s daughter and also the world famous author Honey C. whose books earned enormously and who was pursued by Hollywood film producers to sell them her book rights ! “We have done hara-kiri mom!”, Larissa whined. “ Who would have ever thought that obese koala bear who slogged day and night without complaining is someone born with a golden spoon in mouth and had a battery of servants and maids at home to do the menial jobs she did here?”, Carol palmed her head in dismay.

Kane asked. Mona still looked thrown off. She blinked at the menu, then at him. "...I don't know." "Should I order for you?" She nodded slowly. "Yes, please." Kane ordered them both mashed potatoes and a glass of red wine. When the wine arrived, Mona lifted the glass, taking a cautious sip. Her nose scrunched immediately. Kane smirked. "Something wrong, princess?" Mona pouted. "This isn't sweet wine." He raised a brow. "It is."

Xavier shouts excitedly. That boy gets off of his Mom's arms, he takes off his shoes quickly, then running towards Ramon who is still wearing an apron on his body. "Yeay, yeay, this dinner menu is delicious," Xavier's cheering, jumping to hug Ramon who has just served the food on the dining table. "hehehe, you should consider proposing to me, " Ramon's joking while taking off the apron on his burly body, then hangs it next to the refrigerator.

“Your date must have been fire.” “I think whatever you’re cooking is on fire.” I point to the stove. “Shit!” she squeaks before darting back over to it. “Ma'am, would you like me to help?” Graham asks. He’s standing close by and already has an apron on. “You make me sound so old when you call me ‘ma’am.’” “Miss. Parks,” he tries next. “I’m not super hungry.” I fight a laugh because the kitchen is a disaster. “Luke will want to eat my food,” Kat says defensively.

She was trembling constantly now, thighs shaking, voice gone hoarse from begging. “Please—please just let me—” “Not yet.” He reached for the honey. This time he didn’t drizzle. He poured it straight from the jar in a thick, amber stream directly over her clit and watched it slide down in slow, viscous ribbons. The honey was warmer than the chocolate, thicker, clinging to every fold. When he finally touched her again it was with the pad of his thumb—pressing the honey into her clit in slow, firm circles while two fingers slid back inside, fucking through the sticky sweetness.

“ Honey , please calm down . “ said mr Karlo trying to ease his wife’s anger . Mr Adam couldn’t even laugh as he looked at madam Laura’s enraged expression . Madam Diana wanted to speak a little but she thought that it would only amie things worse . She couldn’t even speak up for her son in this matter as he was totally and definitely in the wrong for his behaviour towards Antonio .