Honey: A Novel Novels & Stories

Sweetness. Too sweet. Spoiled honey and trampled petals permeated the air, sticking to flesh and spirit. The walls had started to twist with eerie veins—pulsing, softly glowing red as if the palace had started to bleed. And over all this, two thrones rested upon an altar of black stone. One was unmoving. Regal. Empty. Perfera's—thrilled with energy.

She thought it would be quiet here. A weekend away. A solo escape into the hills. No cell reception. Just her journal, her boots, and the pine-scented silence of the mountain. Then she found the jars. Dozens of them, lined on a makeshift table beside the trail. Each filled with golden honey. No labels. No prices. Just a small hand-carved sign. “Take one. Leave what you can.” Curious, she lifted a jar. It was warm from the sun. The honey inside shimmered — thick, golden, heavy. She unscrewed the lid and dipped a finger in.

CHAPTER 001 Hannah’s POV: Lucinda Devereaux was taking too long to die. The sizzling meat spat grease as it shimmered, and the sweet aroma of freshly baked bread filled the small food stall where I stood. I flipped the patties on the grill, but my mind was far away, wishing and imagining that it was Lucinda’s lifeless body I flipped over instead. “My food’s burning, woman. Focus!” An angry voice snapped causing me to blink. I stared at the customer’s furious face. “Eh-eh… W-what?” I stammered in confusion.

On the day I got married, my father-in-law personally fastened an obsidian bead bracelet around my wrist. He looked at me and said, "Moses, from today on, you're one of the family. I'll treat you like my own." I had grown up in an orphanage and had never truly had a family of my own. Because of those words alone, I willingly married into the Zeigler family and wore that bracelet for six straight years. Even after it rubbed my wrist raw—leaving it swollen, ulcerated, and oozing with pus—I still could not bear to take it off. Everything changed the day I stopped by my childhood friend's antique and jewelry appraisal studio for a small get-together. The moment he saw my wrist, he turned grim

I had learned, through everything that had brought me to this study in Washington with the rose on the windowsill and Julian in the doorway and the baby four months along and the framework expanding and Adaeze's seven names in a notebook on the fourth floor of the federal building three blocks away, that the right pace was the right pace. And this one was exactly right. I closed the document. Julian was still in the doorway. "Dinner?" he said. "Yes," I said. "What did you get at the market this morning?" "The good bread," he said. "And the amber honey from the vendor on the east side." I looked at him. "You found an amber honey vendor," I said. "The rooftop hives are everywhere if you look,"

Lorenzo. Honey had moved on so fast. It had been just two months that she had been with Michael and now they were trending all over the media as a power couple. Everything about it infuriated me. I knew Honey was a slut, but I didn’t expect that bitch to throw herself to another man that easily after being taken away from me. You could have imagined my annoyance when I had gone to rescue her only to see another man's love bite on her neck. She didn’t even try to hide it, she was flaunting it like a fucking whore.

Completely at his mercy and it's thrilling He takes the honey from my hands and opens the lid. The first drizzle of honey lands on my lips and chin. He takes a step back and stares at my lips then his gaze travels down my whole body. He steps toward me again and he drizzle's the honey on my collarbone onto my chest, my nipples, and my stomach but he drizzles the most on my bare pussy. Each drizzle of honey on my skin has me twitching in anticipation He picks me up and places me on the table. Moving everything to the side. The sun glistens on the honey on my body and his eyes light up. He places his thumb on my lips and smears it all over

She laughed, “Probably a million but I just can’t help myself.” He went behind a tree and in a few seconds, I could hear bones cracking. When he stepped out from the trees my mouth hung open. A huge honey brown bear with golden eyes started walking toward us. Every instinct in my body told me to run. “I know what you’re thinking and I wouldn’t do that. He’s a total predator in this form”, Ophelia said. “Wow”, I said as I started walking to meet him. I put my hand on his side. He was almost taller than me and he was on all fours. “This is so cool.” I could feel his muscles twitch under his fur. Jamison huffed at me and walked back into the trees. He came back fully dressed. “Oh, Ophelia I wan

I draped her pancakes with honey and dropped it on the table right in front of her, serving it with a glass of milk, after which I went back to the kitchen and had mine with a cup of hot chocolate. No one was at the hospital when I got there, and luckily for me, I brought a book along, so I sat right beside the bed and started reading the book. The book was “ My Father's Wish” by Bellaboy, a touching story of how a young man, Hunter, was set up by his late father's will to marry his middle school bully, Hazel, just so that he; Hunter, could claim his inheritance.

I fawned over her, asking how the food tasted and generally playing at being the perfect date. “You have to taste the sauce,” I told her, singling out a shiny dumpling. “It’s really good.” She looked at me for a second then she caught on and took another bite. I wanted to dance around while watching her down the whole food. It was important she finished the entire thing. Very soon, she would lose that thing within her and Orion would be mine again. As the minutes ticked by Hazel began to seem less and less at ease. She had one hand pressed against her temple and she kept shifting her weight, moving like she was wobbly.