Honey Don't Novels & Stories

Zedd next to him can only say yes and also be proud ------ Say you like me one more time And I won't mind any problems in my life will you be mine honey? When the sun shines in your eyes Oh Honey Now every step I take with hesitation And I will always miss the memories of the mornings we were high

My husband, Lucien Moretti, had some last-minute trouble at the docks to deal with, so I had to attend the underground auction alone. I didn't expect to run into my ex, Damon Vesper—the man I was supposed to marry five years ago. The man who chose the woman who put my mother in a coma over me. The moment I raised my paddle for my mother's emerald brooch, he raised his against mine. The room laughed, whispered, sneered. They thought I was the same desperate fool chasing a man who'd never loved me. But I wasn't there for him. I was there for the truth—the truth hidden inside that brooch. The truth that would expose the accident that destroyed my family as the murder it always was. And when his

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.

"Three days, Dante. Give me three days where you're just my husband and not the most paranoid man alive." Dante took the menu from him and studied it. "The omelette looks reasonable." "I want the pancakes and the eggs benedict and whatever this truffle thing is." "That's three entrees." "It's our honeymoon." Alessandro took the menu back. "We're ordering the truffle thing." The truffle thing arrived along with enough food for four people. They ate in bed, Alessandro working through his three entrees with focused dedication while Dante had his reasonable omelette and quietly stole Alessandro's bacon.

She hummed softly, like she already knew the answer. Her fingers wrapped around her own cup but she didn’t drink. Just watched the steam rise. “Frank?” she asked gently. I took another sip of the tea. This time I actually tasted it. Chamomile. Honey. Sweet. Too sweet. “He had business,” I said. Rosabella nodded slowly. Like that confirmed something she’d already been thinking. Silence stretched between us. Rosabella leaned back in her chair. Her gaze lingered on me a moment longer than necessary.

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!"

"I can see why you'd have no interest whatsoever." Honey sighed, reaching for her wine. "It's not like that. I'm just...grateful." She took a small sip, wincing as the glass touched her lip. "Besides, there's..." She stopped herself, but it was too late. Both her friends leaned forward. "There's what?" Lauren pressed. "Nothing," Honey mumbled, but Maggie was already shaking her head. "No way. You have that look." "What look?" "The 'I-met-someone' look," Lauren said. "Spill it, Honey Johnson."

Whether this was by chance or as a silent challenge from one woman to another, I wasn't sure. Mrs. Holmes frowned. "I have diabetes. I can't eat those." Skyla froze for a second, her gaze flicking toward the half-eaten cake in front of Mrs. Holmes. "But… don't you love desserts?" Mrs. Holmes' face remained impassive. "What I'm eating is Lily's homemade sugar-free cake. It's not the same as those overly sweet things from outside." The event hall was bustling with people playing games, eating, and laughing. Yet, many of them were secretly watching this exchange.

A drop in the ocean for us, but still a chunk of change for Honey. So the club will be telling them to back off. The last thing Honey needs right now is drug dealers sniffing around looking for her. I watch as Honey chews on the end of her pen as she thinks. She has another two pens sticking out of her messy bun. Papers scattered around the table as she takes notes scrolling on her laptop. She is in her element.

They were all half-naked females, strutting around with trays that contained either bottles of wine or flutes of champagne. My jaw dropped at the sight as I wondered if it was normal. "Don't get too carried away." Dante nudged me lightly and that was when Harry suddenly turned around, beaming at us with two glasses in his hands. He offered them to us before having one for himself. "It's really an honor to have you here, Mr Moretti." He said, glancing briefly at me. "You and your..." "Wife." Dante said, his tone sharp and final. I just stood there, not really sure of what to do.