Honey And Vinegar Fly Trap の小説・ストーリー

"Heart-Eroding Honey is made by extracting the soul essence of the greediest and most corrupt men, brewed in the beehive using a special, secret method. When they were alive, they exploited others to the fullest. After they die, we transform their desires into the most powerful temptations. Their bodies will become eternal honey sources until they are completely drained dry." She pointed toward one of the honey sources that was twisting violently. Within that blurry humanoid mass, a face of extreme pain suddenly became clear. It was the husband of that wealthy lady I had seen! He was notoriously famous for his greed when he was alive, but now, he was silently roaring in the beehive, his faci

Unable to endure the amusement, she stood up. "I'll prepare warm water for you to bathe in. You must be tired from working all day,” said her and then walked to the room after getting Davino's nod. Not long after, Uncle Bob came bringing souvenirs. Uncle Bob handed a varian of honey bees he had brought to Davino. "What's that?" asked Davino, frowning. “It is honey that can increase the vitality of both men and women. You and Safira can drink at least one spoonful of it a day so she can get pregnant quickly,” explained Uncle Bob, smiling mockingly.

Inside the glass jar, a small yellow black bug with purple strips, a bee with a sharp pointed stinger is peacefully gnawing on a strange black flower with petals that looks like a broken skull. Venom opened the lid quickly, and the originally peaceful purple stripe bee started to rouse, speedily flapping its small wings and flying outside the glass jar. It flew into a circle before landing on Venom’s palm. Whispered words fell down and the purple stripe bee suddenly flew up and zoomed, chasing Asha’s direction on the flowing river.

“If you’re here, show me.” The house fought back. Lights flickered. A mirror in the hallway cracked. But this time something new happened. A single drop of dark liquid appeared on the ceiling above them, slowly forming a word in dripping letters: “Basement.” Rachel screamed. Lily stared, frozen. The drop fell, splattering on the floor like blood. The Harringtons decided that night to accelerate the sale. They accepted a low offer from yet another couple the next morning.

But with these creatures, that’s a different matter. Humans grabbed by their feet; the creatures continue to fly through the tunnels. Thanks to the honey’s sticky characteristic, it’s not easy to remove it from their body just by facing the wind. A big familiar opening has been seen, and the team knows that they are now reaching their destination – the queen’s nest.

I could see him talking as Ruth paced back and forth . "What will you do after he pay's back ? " Suddenly my heart skipped a beat , who were they talking about ? Suddenly the mop I had kept leaning across a table fell down . " Who's there ?" Aaron yelled and gasp jumping back . I gulp walking behind the bar counter and biting my lip as Aaron slammed the door open . My head swiftly turned to him . I covered up my anxiety with a smile . " Um , It was me , I was cleaning " Aaron visibly relaxed looking at the fallen mop and the package in my hands , " Oh , This was mailed in the morning , I was bring it to you " He nodded , " Keep it on my desk "

Hundreds of boxes stacked at the front desk, the dark red fruit piled into little mountains. A young girl from HR ran up. "Mr. Bassett… we're really doing this?" "Yes." "And the campaign?" "Do it." By three in the afternoon, the company's official account posted. The photos were meticulously arranged: cherries spilling onto velvet cloth, a company-logo card beside them, handwritten words: [Sweetness fills the New Year.] Caption: [This New Year, we don't want money. Just sweetness.] The comments exploded. The first few praised it.

They were small, black annoyingly aggressive insects. "Ow! Something bit me!" she yelled, slapping her arm. "Don't swat," I commanded, though I was already feeling the sting on my neck. "The CO2 from our breath and the smell of the fruit is drawing them in. We need to get into the shelter." But the shelter was worse. The blue tarp had trapped the humidity and the scent of our stored tubers, making it a literal breeding ground for the swarm. The air inside was thick with them.

"We're going to outsmart it. Fetch me those extra nuts and fruits we didn't use earlier. I'll prepare something irresistible." I pull the recipe from memory. "Nutty Trail." Ingredients for Nutty Trail: 1. Mixed nuts – a handful. 2. Dried fruits – a handful. 3. Crushed crackers or breadcrumbs (optional). 4. Honey – just a drizzle. I gather what we have left: a handful of nuts, some dried fruits, and a few crumbs George digs out from his pocket. "Watch this," I whisper, focusing. I sprinkle the nuts and fruits on the ground, drizzling the honey in a trail leading toward an open clearing.

No, I can't be thinking that, then can anyone tell me why I was stuck in a fucking trap, this is too much. I tried moving around to see if I could free myself but it just got worst because the movement made the trap move down a little like it was going to drop me but left me still hanging on the air and I didn't know how high up I was, I didn't want to break any bones. I again tried for anything that could free me but came up with nothing, at this point in time I was near tears and the ideas my mind was building wasn't at all pleasing.