Honey And Spice Book Novels & Stories

Hi!!! Just wanted to pop in and say thank you for taking the time to read my work. This is the final book in my Unspoken Trilogy. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!! Book 1 - Unspoken Promises Book 2 - Unspoken Truths Book 3 - Unspoken Desires If you’re starting this novel without reading the previous books - you may get a little lost with all the characters and the fast paced events. ——————————- Chapter 1

I said, rubbing the back of my neck. There was still so much that we did not know about one another but would learn in time. How fucking helpful would it be if there was a file that was downloaded the moment that you met your mate which explained everything about them? Although, that would ruin the surprise of getting to know one another. “Hmm. Do we have honey?” she asked me. I pulled it out of the cabinet and handed it over along with a stirring spoon. It had honestly never crossed my mind to put honey in coffee.

♧ASH (AKSHITHA) POV♧ Finally we are happy because our honey got her prince charming from the beginning iam doubting both of them because my mom used to say that sometimes hate will be the pillar to love because if someone loves a person there is no guarantee that how many times that they think of their love but if we hates someone we always think of that person that will result in love sometimes same thing happened in honey's life she always have a soft corner for him but she hided it from everyone she lied to herself finally she realized before it's too late I wish she get everything she deserves I dont know when iam fallen for nishanth he is a nice guy but I don't know whether he also hav

His thumbs are running up and down to caress her red cheeks . " You know what ... When you eat that spicy food .. you became mad crazy when your mouth was on fire , in burning pain ... And you need water and when I was taking it away you fought back and wouldn't let me to take it away from you .. And now you're good why because of this sweet honey . .. Same thing .. Parth was also became crazy when he got to know that his rooh has ranaway .. If Parth is a burning fire then rooh is a honey for him to get ease ..

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The envelope contained a note card from Reid. He'd written, "I could tell last night that you were having a rough trip, so I stayed home to surprise you. Baby's gone for the night, and I spent the day making a special recipe that I'm calling 'Tasha-licious'. Dark chocolate, chili cupcakes with raspberry frosting. They're supposed to release happy chemicals in your brain." Tasha licked her lips. Damn, she loved the fact her man could bake. "You can eat the first one," he'd continued, "but bring the rest with you, please."

The patterns rose and fell slightly with his breathing, as if his deep-seated greed for money had materialized into some kind of scar after being in contact with my body. My nausea was instantly suppressed by an icy hunger. I no longer saw him as a despicable liar, but rather a ripe honey source to be harvested. Disgust turned into scrutiny. My gaze on him was like that of someone evaluating livestock close to the end of its life. I grabbed Nicholas' wrist, and his skin was hot, like it was on fire. The moment I stepped into Dewy Honey Shop, the cloyingly sweet honey scent intensified tenfold. It was like invisible syrup flooding my lungs. It almost made me nauseous, yet it simultaneously st

she purred, “let’s make sure we’re the ones in control of it.” And with that, Royal Honey Delight was set to become the most exclusive, most expensive, and most sought-after ice cream in the world. And no one could have anticipated just how far its influence would spread. Mina sat in her massive farmhouse office, a cup of warm milk in hand, tail swaying happily as she flipped through the ancient tome of wisdom—or at least, that’s what it looked like to her. In reality, it was just a modern cheese and butter recipe book that Mies had gifted her, secretly smuggled from Earth.

He ran up the stairs and pushed open the bedroom door after taking a deep breath. "Claire, I…" The room was empty. Dim reflections shimmered across the dark glass wardrobe. Justin's hands shook as he slid the door open, only to find that my side of the closet had been completely cleared out. Every trace that belonged to me was gone. Just as he turned to leave, something hard pressed against the sole of his foot. He frowned and glanced down. A diamond ring lay on the floor, glowing so brightly it hurt his eyes. It was the gift he had bought for me in Luzberg on our third wedding anniversary.

Instead, it was a text from an unsaved number, though she knew exactly who it was. “Still thinking about my taste?” Sloane gasped, her grip tightening on the phone. Her heart hammered against her ribs, and a sudden, traitorous heat flooded her pelvis. She wanted to block the number, to scream, to throw the phone across the room. Instead, she stared at the screen for five minutes, her breathing becoming shallow. She didn't reply, but the seed of craving had been planted. That evening, the mandatory league mixer arrived. It was a high-end event designed for networking, filled with wealthy donors and arrogant executives. Sloane hated these things, but she had no choice. She wore a sharp, tailor