Honey And Spice Novels & Stories

It didn’t take me long to find Honey. She was in a club in one of the shadier parts of Budapest, looking for her next snack. Surrounded by a bunch of duds with drinks, Honey was purring over all of them. I didn’t want to stay in her head because I was afraid she’d detect me and get skittish, so I immediately jumped to the guy she was currently talking to.

“I see.” “Ladies, may I take your order?” the waiter asked at this time. Estelle asked Rebecca to order, but Rebecca refused and said, “I’ve never been to such a high-end restaurant. Estelle, you order the dishes.” Estelle nodded and looked at the menu. Then she told the waiter, “We’ll have geoduck sashimi as the main dish. Do you have honey yoghurt?” “Yes, Miss.” “Then we’ll have two portions of honey yoghurt. As for the soup, we’d like creamed mushroom soup. That’s it,” Estelle said.

he tells me. Hmm, I guess that may work. Though I do detest being called hunni. Honey is something you put on toast or use in cooking, made by bees. Not a name I wish to be called by a man trying his hardest to make me want him. Is that where he feels we are at, pet names? “Ok. I guess we could do that, but I do have other meetings arranged while here, so it will have to fit around me I am afraid.” I said, hoping to restrict the time I have to spend with him.

Rose blushed with embarrassment, feeling increasingly lost with Jonathan's out-of-place words. "Honey …" Worried that he might say something even more embarrassing, Rose swiftly turned around and bit his lips, stopping any further words from escaping.

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!

Omg! I'm sorry about the tittle Gary, but it just tickled my fingers to write it down... Gary: Right... mehh...I'm good . . . . I got to the hotel room stated on the keycard after a quick stop at the drugstore for condoms. Damn this sugar thing might have its perks, after all, no wonder all the babies are happy. Shit! I really must be in and out of this thing. I really don't want to get too comfortable and get sucked into this lifestyle.

“Even with chips! The sweetness hits first, then that little kick… it’s like my mouth is dancing!” I laughed, watching her with sparkling eyes. “I know, right?” We kept eating like that — crossing arms, feeding each other chips dipped in the hot sauce, laughing every time one of us made a funny face from the spice. It felt so silly and sweet at the same time. For a few minutes, the whole world outside my room disappeared. It was just us, the crunchy chips, the addictive sauce, and the warmth of being close to each other. We had just finished the last few chips when Nyla suddenly started fanning her mouth with her hand, tongue sticking out slightly as she tried to cool it down.

But he had chosen to leave, to disappear, to hide in the shadows while I ate his food and read his words and tried to make sense of a man I did not understand. I picked up the bread and tore off a piece, and the warmth of it spread through my fingers and into my chest. I dipped it in the honey and put it in my mouth, and the sweetness filled my tongue, and I closed my eyes and tried to remember the last time I had eaten something that tasted like this. The honey was rich and golden, with a floral undertone that reminded me of summer, of flowers, and of warmth that had nothing to do with fire.

With my back to the door, I couldn’t see who had just walked into our midst, but if the reaction of Tate and Louis was anything to go by, I really wanted to. “I’d say it’s a pretty name.” Tate leant across the small table, lifting his weight half out of his seat to thrust his hand out towards the woman who had stopped just in front of me. Her scent assaulted me. Honey and something spicier. Could you get spiced honey the same way you could get spiced rum? “Nice to meet you, Elodie, I’m Tate.”

“Come let us dance.” They danced for a few minutes and Honey said, “I am thirsty. I will get some drinks for us. What do you want to have?” Emily said smiling, “Don’t worry, I will come with you.” “No need girl. Relax! You enjoy dancing and I will get you your drink! You want the blue one right?” she asked very nicely and Emily couldn’t refuse. She nodded. “Right then. I will be back in a few seconds!” Honey smiled widely at her and went away to get the drinks. She took a glass of vodka for herself and the mocktail for Emily. She then secretly mixed a pill with her drink and walked back casually.