Honey Come Back To Me Novel Novels & Stories

Chinyere ran back into the store and looked for somewhere to hide but there was no where to go. She decided to hide behind the shelf farthest from the door of the store. Her heart was beating even faster than before. She peeked from behind the shelf at the door and saw that Mr. Oko was standing outside the door, his back facing the door. She turned away quickly. It was, after all, her head that made Mr. Oko see them in the first place. She stood still and deathly silent but when her stomach rumbled, she grabbed a packet of biscuits that was sitting on the shelf and began to munch on it after opening it.

Any resemblance to real persons, places, or events is coincidental. Cover Art by Shannon Nemechek Marie Lavender © 2013, second edition published 2020, third edition published 2022. GoodNovel edition published 2025. Upon Your Return Book One of the Heiresses in Love Series Marie Lavender Dedication To the one I love – without you, this book might still be a work in progress. I will always be thankful for the chain of events that brought us together. Fate often guides two soul mates in the right direction to find each other.

Thea looked into Haley's pleading eyes and asked, "Do you really want to go back to your past life?" Haley said, "Thea, I didn't want to forget my past." "If your past was not so smooth and fulfilling, or filled with unbearable pain and devastation, would you still be willing to reclaim it?" Haley gazed affectionately at Thea, who was so gentle, with clean eyebrows and eyes. The way he looked at her was filled with love. He thought, with someone like Thea, no matter how unbearable the past was, there would always be a little sweetness.

"Oh, please, he's not treating us. Everyone knows he's doing this for the campus belle, Ariana!" The moment I heard that name—Ariana—I froze. That was my ex-girlfriend. Instinctively, I turned toward the group, my voice slipping out before I could stop myself. "Ariana?" Everyone stopped and looked in my direction. Sure enough, standing right in the center was my ex, Ariana Hale. And beside her—Elliot Reid, the very man who had always hated me back in college. A rush of emotion hit me. It had been three years since we last met, and I almost stepped forward to greet her. However, Elliot immediately moved in front of her, blocking my way.

"In another life, will we be a family, too?" Images from the past life flooded my mind. The icy ocean, the taste of salt, and the darkness. The memory of Alan with Harmony under the sunset burned painfully bright. As I sank into the sea, all I felt was regret and anger. But now, standing here with the man I loved and the life growing inside me, I smiled. "Who knows? Let's appreciate the life we have and live it to the fullest." This time, I finally took my life back. At this moment, the world was calm. All was right.

A breathtakingly fake, utterly convincing smile bloomed across my lips. ​"Happy birthday to the esteemed Madame of the Hemswoods," I declared softly, keeping my piercing gaze locked onto hers, ensuring she read the silent promise in my eyes that I had returned to collect every single debt she and her son owed me.

I tried to get off the bed and I quickly got site of my favorite novel. I picked it and smelled it. it smelled just like him... lime and... honey.. creepy l know ' That bad honey ' I rolled my eyes as my subconscious spoke but in my bestfriend's voice " now she even interferes my thoughts" I looked at the book dreamily... I know how much it ends but I keep reading it . reciting the day he gave me the book, six years ago 'i heard you loved books...this one's shitty..but it was a last minute so..'

The city where I'd spent eighteen years of my life shrank smaller and smaller until it dissolved into nothing. That city held my shattered youth. And two men who had hurt me deeply. I closed my eyes. Tears slipped down in silence. Goodbye. I told myself: Elara Pemberton, today is the day you're reborn. ... Five years later. Paris. At an exclusive industry gala, I moved through the crowd in a crisp white suit, champagne in hand, every bit the rising-star architect known as "Echo." Those five years, I'd thrown myself into my studies and my work with everything I had.

“Would you like to go back to our room now, honey?” The word "honey" was used by Noah, and maybe he deliberately asked that question loud enough so that everyone's attention was now focused on him and his wife. Maybe those people thought that the word "honey" was not only used in a sentence but that Noah was as sweet as honey. Those people might feel jealous once again, but Jessica didn't feel anything in her heart even after receiving the sweet taste. After all, she knew the truth behind that sweet taste, and it became bitter when it reached her heart.

“Lexie, dear, I think there’s someone outside. Looks like a visitor of Ram’s.” I frowned, confusion slicing through my exhaustion. Who would come at this hour? When I stepped out, my pulse faltered. Standing by the gate, poised and unapologetic, was Honey. His mistress. The woman who had shadowed my marriage like a curse, now dragging three large suitcases behind her as if she belonged here. Her lips curved into a smirk. “What a surprise. You’re still here,” she said, her tone dripping with mock sympathy. I stiffened. The urge to scream burned in my throat, but I swallowed it down. Months of trying to understand why Ram had ever let someone like her near our lives had taught me one thing, si