Honey Don T Go Novels & Stories

“Wake up, bro. Kid isn’t even here for you to claim lack of sleep for your slacking.” I shook my head and focused on stringing up the white and yellow streamers that went with the honey bee theme Pam and Hana decided on. I don’t think Hana gets the joke the same way I do. In the last decade, Pam has commented more than once about Winnie the Pooh and his bottomless hunger for honey compared to my hunger for her. Let Hana and everyone else think it’s just a cute baby thing or that Pam’s number on pregnancy craving has been honey. She puts that shit on everything… and I mean everything.

he tells me. Hmm, I guess that may work. Though I do detest being called hunni. Honey is something you put on toast or use in cooking, made by bees. Not a name I wish to be called by a man trying his hardest to make me want him. Is that where he feels we are at, pet names? “Ok. I guess we could do that, but I do have other meetings arranged while here, so it will have to fit around me I am afraid.” I said, hoping to restrict the time I have to spend with him.

“Sorry, these cookies were baked for my friend. For this lady to just take one without asking, don’t you think that’s a little rude?” Samantha, sitting beside me, bared her teeth like a little leopard. “That’s right, apologize! Didn’t your parents ever teach you not to take other people’s things without permission?” Ashley shrank back in fright, hiding behind Sean. Her voice was soft and timid as she said, “My parents are both gone. No one ever taught me that. Besides, there are so many cookies here, I only had a tiny piece. Why are you being so aggressive?”

Nichole had never spoken to him like that before—so bold, so sassy. His mouth fell open even wider when Honey came back down in a fiery red fitted dress with a long, seductive slit. She looked like a damn model. “Can we go now?” Honey asked, snapping her fingers in front of his face. “Yes… yes,” he stammered, trying to pull himself together. --- Thirty minutes later, Honey and Doctor Brown walked into another sprawling mansion in the same upscale estate. “The barbecue’s out back,” he told her as they moved through the house.

In those charged moments when his thumb brushed my pulse? The conversation shifted to shipments and alliances. I retreated to the bed, mind racing. Lila’s text from earlier nagged at me. Girl, you okay? Enzo’s losing it. She’d always been my rock—the one who listened to my fears about being used. But something felt off. Too quick. Too convenient. My phone vibrated again. Another message from an unknown number: Don’t trust the Don. He uses everyone. Come to the lobby. I can get you out.

When the batter was finally ready, I poured it into the baking tray and placed it inside the oven. Then I started preparing the filling, adding honey, milk, sugar, food coloring, and the remaining ingredients. That's when Ethan suddenly frowned. "Wait..." He stepped closer. "What exactly are you making?" I stayed silent. His eyes landed on the jar of honey in my hand. His expression instantly darkened. "Don't tell me you're making macarons... with honey." I nodded slowly. "And who the hell gave you permission to make that in my house?" His voice exploded through the kitchen, sending a violent chill down my spine.

“Can’t you change the menu? Why is it always grilled pork chops?” The servant kept their head lowered, feeling deeply aggrieved, and muttered under their breath, “We’ve only had it once this week…” Even when noble daughters came to visit the estate, just being led into the hall was enough to put him in a foul mood. Now, the moment he caught the scent of any unfamiliar Omega, an inexplicable irritation would overcome him. He didn’t understand why. All he knew was that he had long grown used to the warm, sweet scent of jasmine that lingered around me, though he had never consciously realized it.

It didn’t take me long to find Honey. She was in a club in one of the shadier parts of Budapest, looking for her next snack. Surrounded by a bunch of duds with drinks, Honey was purring over all of them. I didn’t want to stay in her head because I was afraid she’d detect me and get skittish, so I immediately jumped to the guy she was currently talking to.

The red didn't disappear from Honey's vision even as Don returned with her refilled glass. "You asked for something; I simply made sure to get it done more times than you could've done alone. You wanted to know more about him, no?" Don moved the glass out of her reach before she could take it and down the amber liquid in one go. "Anger doesn't suit you, lovely. Isn't there something you want to say for the extra I went through for you?" Go fuck yourself were the words that hung on the edge of Honey's lips, but she bit them back.

Honey begged, lightly nudging at Kobe, a rather obvious gesture. And, as if on cue, Kobe echoed Honey’s plea. “You seem like a good singer, let us hear it… Please…” Jada wanted to refuse as hard as she could or just walk out of the room. But the song’s title was already flashing brightly on the screen. Honey was also forcing her mic to her. She hesitantly took it, and as soon as she did, she got cold feet. Still, she breathed deeply and started singing. “Go byotch!” Ada cheered when the pitch went higher.