Honey: A Novel Novels & Stories

He had just arrived in Aquastead, but those people had already arranged a honey trap for him. Jonathan smiled disdainfully. His expression was cold and scornful. "I've seen many like you," he declared. "The next time you want to seduce someone, remember to act innocent. Men might be more interested in you that way." Innocent? Sorrow welled up in Rose's heart. All men liked innocent women. That was why her fiancé had cheated on her. Her fiancé, Nixon Lane, had gotten together with Kelly Shaffer, a seemingly innocent woman.

Her eyes darted at every dark corner among the buildings and all the establishments around there, but she didn’t find a sign of any suspicious figure there. “Looking for your helpers, huh?” Honey asked her sarcastically, shifting into her human form. Tank, who also shifted at the same time, covered her body with a thick and long robe immediately. Naomi’s eyes widened in horror when she realized that one standing in front of her wasn’t her sister, Xyla, but her wolf. Honey was ruthless, and from the very beginning, she never liked Naomi. So, Naomi had always been terrified of Honey. “You said that you are reborn, right?” Honey asked her in the same sarcastic tone, tightening the robe around h

Dominik said in a cold tone. "Honey, who is she?" asked Adine as she clung to Dominik's arm. "What? Honey?" She gaped wide-eyed. "She is my wife," Dominik replied. "Not the kind of thing you mean." "Wife?" The woman was genuinely surprised. "You must be pretending." She said sarcastically. "What business is it of yours anyway? I've never been interested in you to warm my bed either." The woman seemed to have a beard fire. Her legs went limp as if unable to support the weight of her own body at the insult Dominik threw out.

Then she seems to remember something, and before Hannah can join her this morning, she walks to the nearest trash can and…wait what is she doing? NO! Don’t do that. I can’t help the heart break from what I just witnessed. I wonder why she would do that? Hannah comes back over to Destiney, and they start talking I can’t hear what they are saying but I bet it is something about the flowers because Hannah looks in that direction and walks over and takes them out? She brings them back over to Destiney and they talk some more then Destiney sees the note inside and reaches for it, they say something more and they look as if they are debating on reading it. Maybe Destiney will give it a chance afte

She whispered in my mind and I understood. Was my existence that threatening that I couldn't even get the answer from my own wolf that the goddess had merged with my soul? What was I truly? I grabbed the book and got off the floor, staring at it intently but just then, my eyes caught November outside the window. I looked to see Zayn walking towards the woods. A smile crept on my face as my heart raced from the joy of seeing him. I wanted to call out his name and wave but I had a better idea. I would go down the stairs to see him instead.

Silas The forest shifted. Silas felt it before he scented it — a pull, deep and primal, like the ground itself had shuddered awake beneath his boots. The pines stood still, but the wind twisted sharply, bringing with it a new scent that nearly dropped him to his knees. Wild honey. Moon-touched skin. A heartbeat wrapped in thunder. He froze in place. His wolf surged against his bones, claws raking beneath his skin. Mate. The word wasn’t soft. It was a command.

I think about what I am now. What I have always been. "I will," I say. "But not here." He nods. He puts the honey back. He picks up a different jar — the dark floral one, the kind from the cliffside hives, the one he bought me the first time. He pays for it without looking at the price. We walk back through the market, his hand warm around mine, the city humming under our feet, the old and the new of it layered and alive and — despite everything the woman said, despite the lower frequency I felt at the pillar, despite the shape of what is coming —

I am so sorry for not updating this story T_T I've had a rough year. I basically moved to the USA from Nepal as an international student and the changes have been hectic. I am almost done with my freshman year. I live in New York, and everything is so fast-paced here that I even have difficulty breathing sometimes. I romanticized new york sm and am still romanticizing it. But in general, it is tough to survive here. I am a little more stable now so I will try to update the chapters on time. I have a lot of hopes for this novel in general. But I am not sure if I will make it. But I am not gonna give up. Please bear with me. Thank you so much for all the reads up until now. I am grateful that

She turns quickly to confront the old woman, only to find the rocking chair sitting empty, gently moving back and forth as if someone had just gotten up. A chill makes its way down her spine as she lowers her hood. Her long ebony curls cascade down her back as she loosens them from the tight bun they were once confined in. "This has really given me a headache" she thinks rubbing her temples in an attempt to ease some of the discomfort. Her young face pale and pinched with pain, she once more glances around the now empty cottage before turning to leave, bringing with her the scent of incense.

Who is the person to give all this? “Hazel, pride of my mansion! I am pleased to see you. Good morning, how did you sleep, huh?” Honey was dripping from her tongue but alas, the honey was mixed with sugar. Something fake and indigestible. “Come here, we’ve got a big deal and I want to go there and take care of my customers, as we know how beautiful you are…” she threw a fake smile in her direction. Like always!