Honey Don't Novels & Stories

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.

The HOD looked around, confused, murmuring, “Someone I offended? But I didn’t offend anyone.” Assistant: “Honey, what’s going on? Why are you so confused?” HOD: “They said I offended someone… Wait someone?” He looked up at me, eyes widening. He roughly pushed the assistant off his lap. “Is that you? Is it you I offended? Who exactly are you?” Me: “I told your ‘honey’ earlier. Seems she didn’t believe me.” Assistant: “Honey, why did you push me? That’s not nice. And why are you asking this shallow ”

I lifted the lid and glanced inside, my gaze landing on the honey jars nestled securely within. The moment I read the brand, my breath hitched—Gold Drops. It wasn’t just any honey. It was one of the most sought-after, top-tier brands in the world, known for its exceptional quality and sky-high price. Wait a minute ... who owned this brand again? Adams ... something, something. My eyes flicked back to Tiana. Adams? As in Tiana Adams? It took a second for it to click, but when it did, my eyes widened in shock. The little girl standing in front of me wasn’t just talented, but she also came from a family of immense wealth!

This is the first puzzle I've encountered that I didn't want to solve. I don't want to know the meaning behind the look in Cass's eyes.

“Oh, that’s new. Wilbet only ever buys you ugly tulips. These are…” She plucked a rose, pressing her nose against it. “... expensive.” “Must be from the club committee,” I said quickly. “We’re hosting a fundraiser next week.” Cass gave a low, amused laugh. “Club committee? You sure it’s not someone who’s actually seen you smile?” I shot her a look. “Oh, don’t play coy or dumb with me, Aziza. You and I both know these aren’t from Wilbet. These are from someone. Dare I say... special?

Hence, he instructed his assistant to take her away. Sitting back at his desk, he listened to the commotion downstairs, his eyes filled with confusion. He tried contacting everyone in his network, hoping they would loan him some money to stabilize the situation. Alas, Hudson Corporation had become a bottomless pit. No matter how much he offered, he got no response.

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.

he said after he watched her stare at the cup hesitantly, but she'd be stupid not to drink it, at this point she couldn't care less what was in it. "Okay now why don't you start by telling me your name and how you got here, and Hermosa, speak the truth I can tell if you lie and the Don would not like that" he said. After one minute of contemplating she said. "My name is Ally and I ran away from my uncle's house..due to personal reasons," she said plainly. He looked at her to see if she was lying, he was waiting for any subtle change in her facial expression to give her away but there was none.

“What? What has this got to do with the job?” “Just answer the question Miss Snow.” He spoke calmly. “I’m not going to answer that. Those reasons are personal.” “Miss Snow, I don’t like to repeat myself.” He pressed. I sighed and answered him. “I didn’t know you. You were a stranger. I didn’t recognize you as Ace Black of BGGC. But even if I knew, I still wouldn’t kiss you. I don’t do that and I’m sorry we almost did. What I’m not sorry for, is disappointing you because we didn’t kiss, Mr. Black.”

He saw how his stepmother smiled behind his father, and he doesn't want to give her the satisfaction. He promised Arman that they would always talk on F******k, but the moment he turned on his computer, it's not working anymore. He can't burrow his father's laptop, or his stepmother's phone even for a minute. He knows that Arman is already thinking that he already forget about him. "Honey, you're already stressed and exhausted enough because of your business. Come on, let's go to our room, and I'll help you relax." Alicia said sweetly.