Honey Don T Go Novel Full Novels & Stories

She married him to save her father's life. He married her to settle a debt. Neither of them expected to fall in love. Isabella Romano never wanted this life. She grew up watching her father drown in debts he couldn't repay, surrounded by men who smiled while they threatened. She wanted freedom — a future she chose for herself. Instead, she got a wedding dress, a stranger's ring, and a debt paid in full through her own hand in marriage. Dante Moretti is the coldest don their world has ever feared. He took control of his family's empire at twenty-three and buried his heart alongside the woman he lost. To him, Isabella isn't a wife. She's a payment. A term in a contract he never wanted to

“What if I try and fail? What if I hurt him? What if I destroy the only small happiness I have?” Belle’s expression softened into something like pity and steel mixed together. “If you can’t do it, then you walk away anyway. You find help. You don’t stay to be broken. If you try and fail, that’s not the end of the story, Giovanna. That’s the middle. You keep going.” I looked out to the sea again,the same steady waves, the same tide that always turned. For the first time since I had heard him admit nothing, I felt a sliver of resolve. It was small and shaky, but it was there.

Schuyler's P. O. V. “Can we go to the mall?” Honey suddenly asked me while we were having breakfast together. She was sitting on my side and I don't even know why she's distancing herself already when they're still engaged to each other. “I need to buy something.” I looked at her and was about to answer when Archie cut me off. “Sure. What time?” Archie abruptly said and now I started to notice that Zehan's movement slowed down.

Light flooded through tall windows; he could see comfortable reading nooks and antique furniture. Honey sat curled in a large leather chair by the window, a book open in her lap. She looked up as he entered, her copper hair catching the afternoon sun, turning it to flame. She’d abandoned Joy Smith completely here, in her sanctuary, no wig, no glasses, just Honey in her natural state. "How was the interrogation?" she asked with a knowing smile. She knew her father well. "Thorough." Grayson approached, bending to kiss her lightly. "Your father loves you very much."

said the Doña. Truth be told, almost everything was available inside Hacienda Ferman—vegetables, fruits, and other cooking ingredients were all there. So what could be missing? Leah wondered as she waited for the Doña’s response. Is she deliberately making things hard for me? she added to herself. “Ahh, I remember now. What I need is honey. It has to be fresh! You can’t just buy the packed ones—I want freshly harvested honeycomb.” “Huh? The source of fresh honey is so far from the hacienda, Madam. I might not make it back before nightfall if I go to the actual honeybee farm.”

"If you stay here you will end up with him again. You two are like magnets that make everything explode around you when you're together. I don't know if it's safer here than in Canada. You don't have to go to your aunt's. You can buy your own home. Go to school and live how you want." "I know. I spent years there dreaming about the big city. Then while here, in this house, all I wanted was to leave New York. I don't know what I want anymore." "I'll help you with whatever decision you make." He kissed my head. "I'm heading to bed. Goodnight, Sol." I rummaged in the fridge a bit looking for something that was not in there. I closed the doors a little hard in frustration. What I wanted was far

“Honey-Glazed Chicken with Sweet Potato Mash. I hope you enjoy it.” “Oh, thank you,” I said gratefully, the sight and smell of the food making my mouth water. “It’s been so long since I’ve had something this good.” “You’re welcome,” she said with a smile. Madam Dorothy spoke warmly, "Now that you're better, You’re ready to go home, right?” "She's not going home," Dontrell replied bluntly. Madam Dorothy blinked, surprised. “She’s not?” Dontrell shot her a stern look, but she quickly regained her composure and turned to me, offering a smile.

Lucas— wrong. I was making a huge mistake. Caspian was too smart for simple passwords. He probably had layers of security I couldn’t even imagine. If the laptop locked me out or sent an alert, I was done. Still, I kept trying, fingers flying. “Come on,” I whispered desperately. “Just one clue. One thing that makes sense of any of this.” I was about to try one more when I heard it. The soft click of the mansion door. My blood turned to ice. I froze, my hands still on the keyboard, the laptop screen glowing with another failed password attempt. Then I heard footsteps across the hall.

“Yes, a very big dinner, we make as many different dishes as we can, to try and accommodate everyone. And dessert will be an equally large spread. I hear the faint growl of her stomach, and she nods enthusiastically. Doctor Anders discharges her and we carefully lead the way outside, using the stairs this time. She is very hesitant at the sight of the large black vehicle. She seems to wait for something while looking into the opened door that I have been patiently holding for her. She sighs deeply before getting in and I truly feel relieved. Although to be honest I don’t know how I would have let her walk away. I wanted her to choose to stay, but I had no idea if I was capable of letting her