Honey: A Novel Novels & Stories

After that, Cristofer would go for a cycle ride. She still remembered that Cristofer could ride his bike very fast and that the osmanthus trees outside the Hudson’s House were in full bloom, filling the air with a pleasant, sweet scent. Several years later, she broke up with Cristofer and then met Mr. Mysterious. At first, she was in awe of Mr. Mysterious. And she would feel a little nervous every night when she went to see him. But later, she began to look forward to seeing him every night.

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.

Considering our proximity, I could practically hear her heart thumping so fast as though it was about to fall out of her chest, and the thought of the effect I was having on her made me smirk a little. She had shiny black hair that had hints of brown in it like it had been highlighted, and it smelled of a mixture of lavender and honey. Looking down at her, I could see she was pouting her lips a bit, causing her nose to scrunch up, making her look like a cute little doll. “I think I’m done,” she said, screwing the cap back on the ointment. “Thank you,” I responded, picking up my shirt and putting it back on.

"Take her to the broken walk-in freezer and let her reflect on her actions." When the servants grabbed me, I didn’t even struggle. Yvonne trailed behind with a victorious smile. "See, Zoe? You were once their pride. Now they all hate you. One word from me, and you’re locked up like a stray dog. Since you didn’t manage to kill yourself after a hundred attempts, maybe this time, I’ll help. They’ll only love me now." As the door slammed shut,the broken walk-in freezer suddenly resumed working wich freezing air hit my skin like knives. I curled into a ball and started shivering uncontrollably.

"Honey, don't be sad. Things are getting better for us now. "Once work calms down, I'll go back with you so you can apologize properly to your parents. Blood's thicker than water, after all. You're their son. They'll definitely forgive you." Back then, I leaned against her shoulder, feeling warm and guilty all at once. I thought that once this busy period passed, I would go home and make up for everything I owed my parents. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine they were already gone. Even less could I have imagined that the woman I had loved with my entire soul had never deserved to be called human.

"Manhattan honey tastes like it's in a hurry." I was tasting the new spring batch. The first of the season. Always the best of the year, the bees having been at the early blossoms, the honey carrying something specific and temporary that was gone by summer. "Well?" June said. I held it on my tongue. Thought about it. "The cherry blossoms," I said. "You have hives near the park." "Prospect Park," she said. "Three hives. You're the only customer who tastes them." "They're there," I said.

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be constructed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental. Hold Me Close (A Heron’s Landing Novella) Published by Blue Violet Press LLC Seattle, Washington Copyright © 2016, 2017, 2020 by Iris Morland Cover design by Qamber Designs

I did not think it would happen ever but, I feel like I am finding myself again for the first time since I became a Vampire. To my great surprise, I have found someone to care for. It will never be the same as Eliza. Nevertheless, she is wonderful. Her name is Lucinda, and she is a woman who works for a bakery next to my shop. She has a lovely daughter, when I first met her, her daughter Molly had a condition that made her crippled. Physicians did not believe that she would live very long. Lucinda worried constantly about her. Her husband had left her and never returned shortly after conception when she told him the news. If he ever does, I will personally kill him for abandoning his family.

And shes there that night! “But strangely... though you are unconscious, you didn't have any internal wounds,” she added after seeing the suspicious in my eyes. She prove as he added the jade, “That contain our recent activity. The whole association hunts the rumored Lycan who cause chaos in the secluded island beneath the Thousand-Volcanoes-” I raise my brows upon the heard of it. “So what did you discover, then?” I ask just as I cut her off. She seems don't mind the cut off and continued with a strange expression, “This is confidential-”

he asked and suddenly Honey understood why Azreal wanted to know about her memory and her heart began to pound in her chest. Azreal watched the young woman in front of him fidget and the wolf within him writhed with impatience, so the Alpha growled low and threatening, Honey nervously looked around but the place Azreal led her to was deserted. The only things apart from the two of them occupying the space were a few grand, bare trees with silver tips on all the branches and two broad wooden rakes. Honey squinted in the dim light as Azreal walked forward and held his palm out to her, “come on then,” he coaxed, and although she did not take his hand Honeysuckle stepped closer to Azreal and squ