Honey Crush Novels & Stories

She didn't need to spell it out—anyone could tell what she wanted to say. But Flynn didn't give her the time of day. He merely shot her a cold glance, then said, "Sorry. I don't really know you. And from now on, don't talk to me again." Savannah froze on the spot, all the color draining from her face. This was her first time gathering up the courage to confess to anyone, and it had ended in complete failure. She'd already heard the rumors—anyone who confessed to Flynn would end up being blocked, deleted, and cut off for good. She'd been unwilling to accept that, though. She'd been willing to gamble on the off-chance that it worked.

Crash. The sound shattered through the penthouse. Glass exploded across the marble floor. Whiskey spread across the surface. And suddenly… Another sound. Another crash. 20 years ago. Not New York. Not the penthouse or the present. A different house. A different night. A younger version of myself standing frozen in a hallway. The sound of breaking glass. A scream. My mother's scream. Sharp. Terrified. I turned toward it instinctively. "Mama?" Her eyes found mine immediately.

Daphne! ***

She didn't have to wait for her replies because she already replied. From: Honey <3 : Damn you, my babies why did you drink it? : Anyways, it's okay tho how many did you drink? : Don't drink all of 'em I still haven't take a sip on the beer that I worked hard to buy. Xyneth laughed at what she said and she replied. To: Honey <3 : It's already six out of twenty. Damn, why did you buy so many of these and it tastes good, I feel that all of my stress washed by the beer that I drank.

if only mum knows that he happens to be my crush from highschool well he seems good, you know I haven't worked with him yet we just melt today so I don't know how good or bad he is yet. I definitely wasn't lying about that, because we might have gone to the same highschool but we didn't know each other more than the name, so I really wasn't lying when I said I don't know how good or bad he is yet.

The next night the girls and I went to a club called Vault. It's a nice place to dance and smoke hookah, but it is too damn small. From outside of the club it looks dark with flashing lights; the only way you'll know it's a club is by the music blasting through the walls. They play all the latest hits, some reggaeton but mostly hip-hop.

Flashy Eyes Is there something you want to tell me, BABE?] Oh sh*t…

“Don’t tell me you already have a crush on him. Because girl, I can see it written all over you.” I quickly shook my head, trying to play it cool. “No! I was just… happy that he rescued me from the cold. That’s all. I just wanted to thank him.” It was a lie. A weak one. But it was easier than admitting what I was truly feeling. I had never felt this way before, and I wasn’t ready to say it out loud. Amelia, of course, wasn’t buying it. “Either way,” she said seriously, “just be careful. Don’t fall for him too fast. You don’t even know his character yet. Men can be so deceitful these days.”

"Yeah! Don Bad. Yo! Ladies from this moment, you call him Don Bad; thank you." Loud and I had only heard about xanax from my favorite artist (Youngthug) but we never saw or had it; with the help of my Italian business partners I was able to get a package of it. Loud opened a carton inside the thick 'Bendez' nylon he arrived with and pulled out a bottle of liqueur. "And I gat this for you fam. They call it the American Honey." "Wow! Thanks a lot fam. You gat to open it and take a sip."

RECOMMENDED SONG: **Stuck With You By Justin Bieber and Ariana Grande** “Honey, you are already home! We thought you might be staying at Chris’ or Eva’s for assignments.” Mrs. Lozenge asked suspiciously finding first the locked door, and then Scarlet opening it.