Honey Crush Novels & Stories

The next few days were spent in isolation. I couldn't bring myself to tell Ronnie about my latest fail and couldn't move on without talking about it. My entire clan was now comprised of full-blown sugar-hole lovers, none of who would understand. The only other person I talked to these days was Collier. I'd tried to let the whole panty debacle go but couldn't seem to rid my mind of the dating fails. Three glasses of wine in, I took the plunge. Me: You busy?

Out of all the hangouts in Rock Castle, they had to choose Crush, one of the most challenging clubs to get into, especially on the one weekend when the hottest DJ in town makes an appearance. "To help you get over the man whose name we won't mention!" Sienna, her best friend since primary school, said in a hushed tone. The clear plastic beads dangling on the ends of her long ombre braids chinked as she turned her head to match her death glare. On her 'bad' days, Sienna was cute. But on a good day, like tonight, she was smoking hot. The guys milling about, desperate to get inside like they were, clearly thought so too. They could barely peel their eyes from her.

The girl leans into her as the guy Jonny stares down at Loyalty from the stage, and starts to sing out the lyrics to David Archuleta’s song ‘Crush’. My internal rage grows as he reaches this one verse, “why do I keep running from the truth? All I ever think about is you. You’ve got me hypnotized, so mesmerized, and I just got to know”! Yeah, I have to know too, buddy, because if she is returning those feelings I’m going to have to murder your ass! “Do you ever think, when you’re all alone, all that we could be, where this thing could go? Am I crazy or falling in love? Is it real or just another crush? Do you catch your breath when I look at you, are you holding back like the way you do”? Yea

"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

“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.

"Yes Lorraine, no we haven't met before. I'm a member of the club. I'm what you called a headhunter for a job available. But I specialized in a different kind of field of expertise. I've heard about your situation. Please don't leave, just listen and think about it. You don't have to answer or even get back to me if you're not interested." I was about to get up, this sounded shadier. I didn't like where this conversation is going. Then she gave me her card, there was no company name, just her name Adriana and her mobile number. There wasn't even a last name. I drank more champagne, and try to stay as still as possible.