Honey Book Review Novels & Stories

**Keres POV** I observed my honeycomb from afar as my healer frantically attended to her most severe wounds. Though my face seemed emotionless, I was fucking livid! I'll mindlessly eradicate any poor unsuspecting soul who dares have the balls to approach me now. I looked down at my bloodied clothes. This was not how things should have transpired! This was not part of the plan. I plucked the damp blood-crusted handkerchief from my pocket and began suckling it. Closing my eyes at the decadent flavour, trying to ease my temper. I could not explain it, but my honeycomb's blood tasted so sweet, richer than rare wine, sweeter than any mystical fruit I was fortunate enough to taste. Is this why I w

It's called: Sweet treachery. by Penaciousshewa. And help leave a review on her book. Thanks a lot! Author note

Only then did he pull off with a wet pop, licking the cum that had smeared on his lips with his tongue, eyes locked on me. He reached for the honey jar again. My legs were still spread wide, hole exposed and twitching from need. Alex used both hands to pull my cheeks apart, spreading me obscenely open. I felt completely vulnerable as he tilted the jar and poured a generous, thick stream of golden honey directly onto my hole. The sticky sweetness dripped down my crack, coating my rim and slowly sliding inside me. It felt warm, strange, and incredibly… Wonderful.

Honey felt her heart waver. She was not like Amanda. Amanda was still unmarried and didn't view relationships between men and women as something especially serious. But Honey, despite her seductive and charming appearance, was extremely conservative at heart. She had a strong sense of morality and deeply resisted the idea of selling her body. To be honest, if it weren't for her husband, she never would have gone to find Ray yesterday. But… just now, Ray had singled her out.

I appreciated her immediately. Nicole had chosen well, which surprised no one, least of all me. The first disruption arrived at nine forty-two in the form of a text from Honey. The wolves are circling, X. Don't say I didn't warn you. I read it twice. Set my phone face down. Picked it up and read it again. Honey communicated in a register that existed somewhere between theatre and genuine intelligence and the difficulty was always in determining which she was deploying at any given moment. This one had the texture of genuine.

Hehehe Anyways, all I just want to tell you is that don't be obsessed. Whether the person you love does not want you or you are in a relationship, keep obsession out of it. Love is sweet. Taste it ~Author Honeybeehive POV~ Thank you for giving my book a chance, couldn’t have been more grateful. I am really glad I could write this book. I hope one day, when this book goes popular, I will be here to celebrate with you. Thank you once again. Don't forget to check my other books♥️

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.

Jerry squatted in front of me, rubbing my belly, “How can I find another woman? If having you is more than enough. I'm not the old Jerry, I really thank God to have a wife like you. A wife who can be everything and is so perfect. " My tears just dropped then, I quickly wiped my tears roughly. "Can I call you honey?" I said with teary eyes. "Yes, of course." END Thank you for reading, and following this story. Once again, thank you. Maybe a lot is still missing too. Thank you.

Arian's pov I never thought a book club meeting could feel like a battlefield. Today, we are reading The Art of Forbidden by Linda Lively, and from the very moment I flipped through its pages, my face had been hot. The story is about a powerful president who was secretly in love with his male secretary, and if that wasn’t bold enough, the prose was filled with intimacy, longing, and heat. Naturally, everyone thought it would be for people to take turns reading aloud. But I wasn't really in the mood to read, not after what the police said to me.

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.