Honey I'm Going On Strike Novel Novels & Stories

Chapter 21 * Marvy's Pov * I groaned lazily as I stretched my arms, trying to fight back sleeping. I jumped up immediately I remembered I would be having a test soon. Oh gawd, I'm dead. I didn't read a thing. I rushed to my bag pack that was lying helplessly on the floor. I brought out my books hurriedly and tried cramming as much stuffs I can into my head. ***

When she reaches page 250, she found a little envelope, and she opened it, Jette opened the small paper inside, and she reads it… Burn the book by finding someone whose sole intention is the worst for you. You have to get three strands of hair from that person. Put those hair in any part of this book, and it will burn slightly. “There are three rules, and it seems that the first rule is already so difficult. What more if I find the last 2 rules?” she tells herself. “Where on Earth can I find Annie? How can I get three strands of hair from her?” added Jette. ***

“Because while you’ve been moody and brooding over mystery girl, I’ve been busy falling for a stripper.” I blinked. “Excuse me?” He winced. “Her name’s Ivy. Stage name Honey.” I couldn’t hold in the smirk. “You’re into a stripper named Honey?” “She’s not just a stripper.” “That’s exactly what I said about Bells.” “Then maybe we’re both royally fucked.” I snorted. “She’s human, right?” “I think so,” he said, unsure. “She doesn’t know what we are. I don’t think she even suspects.”

"Damn, honey, maybe we should have put you in a muscle-T. You're more fit than most Extinguisher men." "Abby!" I laughed. "What?" She shrugged. "I can't appreciate a good physique?" "Don't you have Jared's physique waiting for you back at the Council House?" I lifted an eyebrow. "Eh." She shrugged. "I'm not engaged yet." "I am not even getting into this conversation, Extinguisher Abby." I rolled my eyes at her. "Oh, come on; I'm just having some fun. Hey, look." She pointed across the street. "There's an F-U War restaurant. Do you think it's run by hippies?"

I asked "I told you not to call me honey!!!" She glared She doesn't like it she said she's like a bee if I call that. She pouted. "Okay my girl, let's go" I took her hand. I told my goodbye to my friends. I went to my car and started the engine. Chicked and Beer! Here we go~

She fanned her burning mouth. "Slow down will you?" His face cringed. "But I'm so hungry!" She tried to speak with the noodles in her mouth. "Tch, hot! Water!" She took the glass beside her. He shook his head as he clicked his tongue finding her hopeless. "I was so shocked by the fact that I'm inside my own novel, I forgot that I haven't had anything since the day I came into this world." She wiped the bowl clean and rubbed her tummy satisfied. "I was so hungry that I didn't even have a chance to complain about this food-" She smiled nodding.

Jerry squatted in front of me, rubbing my belly, “How can I find another woman? If having you is more than enough. I'm not the old Jerry, I really thank God to have a wife like you. A wife who can be everything and is so perfect. " My tears just dropped then, I quickly wiped my tears roughly. "Can I call you honey?" I said with teary eyes. "Yes, of course." END Thank you for reading, and following this story. Once again, thank you. Maybe a lot is still missing too. Thank you.

A genius gifted people that are respected in the empire. "Oh I'm just kidding. I can't read, I just pick the best cover among them." Elise said to the boy wearing her puppy face. "Hmm, how naive of you." Said the boy that is now glaring at her. "I-I'm s-sorry." Elise, who wanted to go back quickly, apologized to the boy. She didn't let him say anything more and just ran away. After meeting Alicia in the cashier they both leave the bookstore. END OF CHAPTER 5…

Her words shocked all the employees. Furious beyond measure, Philip slapped her hard. "Don't talk nonsense!" Jane covered her face, laughing. "You don't dare to admit it? If you really wanted to marry Ms. Brock, why give me a chance? You don't want to let go of her, yet you keep stringing me along. You're the pro player here."

You're not responsible for cleaning up after a director's mess. Me: [Listen to me. Turn off your phone and enjoy the holiday these next few days. When work resumes after the New Year holiday, you'll see quite a show.] I set my phone down and looked out at the fireworks beyond the window. The calm before a storm is always the most beautiful. As for that tank of fish, let it be the first "opening gift" for Vanessa's so-called "international" administrative department. … On the third day of the New Year, I had just poured myself a cup of tea when my phone was bombarded by calls from an unknown number.