Honey And Spice Novels & Stories

He sat across from her, jaw tight. A waitress approached their table. Honey smiled, already feeling better. If I’m going through all this madness, I’m at least eating good. “Seafood, please,” she said. “Everything you’ve got. Shrimp, crab, oysters… all of it.” She tapped her fingers on the table excitedly. Jayson blinked. “You’re going to eat all that?” “Yes,” Honey said, leaning back. “Any problem? Or are you suddenly worried about money? She waved her hand dismissively. “You shouldn't be… you can afford it. You are Jayson Kingsley after all.”

They wrestled near the door with such sizzling and sensuality while their clothes were still on. “You’re so hot, honey,” she remarked. Honey. That was the second time she called him honey. Cyrill doesn’t know whether Rozelyn leaving him all alone to visit Vesta is a good thing or a bad thing. He somehow wished Roz was here to help him with ‘knocking girls down’. He certainly knew that Vesta would never call him honey. For her, honey is a sweet treat and must not be used as a nickname for a person. So something is certainly off about Vesta—that is if it was really Vesta manifesting in front of him.

"If you're, then good for you." Six more returned with the items then Harry came back with two bowls of spaghetti and meatballs which he set down on the table. "I'll do it for you." George offered as Ethan made to remove his jacket. "Don't want you getting your hands dirty." "Thanks. Make sure you mix everything very well." He ordered. "I want them to stink so bad that the smell won't come off for several days." "Yes boss." George grinned. Everyone watched in horror and fascination as George mixed the sand, water, spaghetti and meatballs together with a stick someone had provided and the pungent smell from the mixture caused one of them to throw up while some left the cafeteria.

he chuckled as he asked her. “I heard,” Scar said. “Mouse, this is more like an audition than anything else.” He said softly. “An audition for what?” she asked as she looked around. “To find the perfect baby.” He said. “What?” She asked as she met his eyes. “Your friend must be one if she was able to get you in here. It is a closed event.” He said. “A baby, you know sugar, baby.” “A sugar baby?” She asked. “Sweetheart, you know nothing about any of this, do you?” he asked, taking in her wide eyes.

The day after the wedding, we were going on our honeymoon when Heidi showed up with their usual clique, urging Larry to go shark diving with them near a desert island. I tried to stop them to no avail and was dragged along to a deserted island. And before going into the water, Heidi changed tampons in front of everyone. Blood is known to send sharks into a frenzy, and I tried to tell her to stay on the boat. Instead of listening, Heidi called me out for being paranoid in front of everyone, and everyone promptly agreed, saying that I was making a fuss out of nothing and making Heidi look bad. I expected Larry to stop her, only for him to snort at me. "You're just trying to make yourself look

fairytale love story. Since Sasha suddenly returned to town, Emery had been spending less and less time at home. Even when Luna had a high fever a few nights ago, he still refused to leave Sasha's place, where he was staying. Emery had gone out of his way to make me look like a nagging, controlling wife. In my past life, I always wondered why his friends hated me despite how well I treated them—cooking meals, buying groceries, and giving them all the space they needed to hang out.

She was selling Spiced Root Cakes—round, golden-brown discs fried until crispy, dusted with chili powder and salt, and wrapped in leaves. Next to her was another stall selling Honeyed Fruit Skewers—glistening berries and chunks of sweet melon dipped in clear, golden honey that sparkled like amber in the sun. Aurelia’s mouth watered instantly. Her cravings flared up so strongly she could barely think of anything else. "Lucien," she whined, leaning towards him, her voice dropping to that sweet, irresistible tone she knew he could never resist. "I want that. I want the spicy cakes and the honey fruits. Please."

We walked through the small door and took a seat on a small booth, a lady who looked nothing like Honey, walked toward us, unlike the red headed girl sitting opposite to me, a blondie, tall girl stood in front of us. "Who's your friend Honey?" she asks her in a cold voice. "My friend, she fell while hiking, and I'm helping her," Honey says, but her mother growled at her, she must be pure dog and stupid. "I'll get you the food, but don't turn this into a charity organization," she says and walks away. "Lovely mother of yours," I say looking at her retrieving back. "Let's hope yours is nicer and would come get you before your real scent gets out," she says. "My scent?" I repeat. "My herb mix,

MAISIE Jason reached for the pot of honeycomb. He broke off a portion of the comb and held it between us.. "Old tradition," he said with a smile that made my heart race and my breath catch. "For sweetness between us, always." He traced the honeycomb along my collarbone, the sticky sweetness cool against my flushed skin. Rivulets of honey dripped down, tracing paths between my breasts and soaking into the delicate lace of my bra. The contrast between the cool honey and my heated skin made goosebumps rise across my flesh, my nipples hardening visibly.

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.