Honey Don T Go Novels & Stories

He had Italy's top goldsmiths forge a solid gold cross taller than a man. He dropped millions on a private Mediterranean island—naming it after her. For the first time ever, the reclusive Don went public with a social handle: LoveLucy. His first post was a sickly-sweet declaration: [Thank you to the most important woman in my life, Lucy, for giving me my firstborn son. My life is now complete.] The press conference dragged on for three days. Every major family, politician, and business shark filled the hall. Cameras flashed as Vincent posed with Lucy on his arm, all smiles.

He pulled me into his arms as though nothing had changed. "Alright, don't be mad. Next time I'll take you with me," he teased against my ear, dismissing my silence as nothing more than a woman's temper. His gaze grew hungry, predatory, as if he might devour me whole the very next second. But before anything else could happen, his phone buzzed on the table. With a frown, he stood and answered it. I exhaled in relief until I heard the syrupy, delicate voice on the other end. "Honey, someone's knocking on my door. I'm scared!"

"You don’t belong here." I let out a dry laugh, taking a sip of my nearly finished champagne. "Trust me, I know." He tilted his head slightly, studying me. "Yet you still stay." I turned, staring at the city. "You speak as if leaving is as simple as slipping through a door." "Isn’t it?" I exhaled sharply, shaking my head. "You don’t understand." "Then help me understand."

Being stared at by her like this, Cristofer didn’t feel uncomfortable at all and just stood there calmly. After a long while, Estelle, who was about to be late, finally agreed to let Cristofer take the children away and hurriedly said, “Yvonne didn’t eat much this morning. She needs a snack at about ten o’clock. She usually drinks hot milk with honey. Yvonne is as picky about food as you are. She won’t drink it if you don’t add honey to the milk. Feed her some fruit at about four o’clock in the afternoon. She likes to eat grapes and watermelon but don’t let her eat too much, or she will have diarrhea...” She provided Cristofer with a list of instructions and then asked worriedly, “Have you r

Carlo La Rosa was the Don of the La Rosa famiglia of Neopolis. And I, Lydia Luciani, was sent to him as a plaything to settle a debt. There was a hideous scar on the back of his hand. Whenever he brushed his hand against my skin, it left a sensation that was both itchy and painful. For three whole years, Carlo treated me as nothing more than an outlet for his needs. There was no foreplay, and he didn't even bother turning off the lights. He forced me to look at the mirror, to watch how I was slowly and mercilessly consumed by him.

Once they got home, both women took out the food, finally relaxing as if a heavy weight had been lifted off their shoulders. Justin frowned and asked, "Why were you gone so long?" Honey replied awkwardly, "There's hardly any food now. They didn't want to sell at first. We had to beg and negotiate before they finally agreed." This time, Justin was not so easy to fool. "Who would be stupid enough now to sell their food and water?" he demanded. Honey quickly shot Amanda a look, signaling her to help back up the lie. But before Amanda could speak, Justin suddenly grabbed Honey and sniffed at her hair. His face changed dramatically.

I could never remember another person making me feel safer but he did, truly. Elizabeth, Marcus and Paul kept the house stocked with whatever we might need, and they were busy bringing us food from the pack kitchens, or things they had picked up from various restaurants, snacks, anything I needed or wanted, and things for Killian as well. I had never realized that Killian had such a sweet tooth until Elizabeth kept bringing him all types of candy, and then he confessed his weakness for sweets to me. I thought it was rather endearing and cute.

"What is this?" "Honey water," he said and she frowned. "I do not like honey." "What?" "I do not like honey."

I look at him, then towards my dad. "All sorted, people know it will be closed Saturday. Only those invited will come princess." My dad smiles at me. "Okay, well I sorted my dress and flowers. So, we still need food, cake, and other things sorting." I look at Damon and smile. "Food is sorted baby girl, cake I know someone, we can go together." He smiles at me. "We're going to go, let me know if you need anything princess." I watch as my dad and mum leave, turning I look at Damon and smile.

' napakagat nalang siya sa labi upang pigilang ang namumuong pagngiti. "Ah tita I should go now," mabilis nitong paalam nang hindi nito makayanan ang kahihiyan at kaganapan. Totoo naman kasi, halatang sinisiraan nito si Honey sa kanila. Kahit siya ay hindi manhid para hindi makuha ang ginagawa nito. Kaya hindi rin siya papayag na walang gagawin para sa babaeng mahal niya.