Honey I'm Going On Strike Novel Novels & Stories

Jenny's gaze kept shifting. First, confusion, then hatred. In the end, all that was left was regret. She gritted her teeth. Her roommates panicked. "Jenny, did you or did you not steal Eve's products? Tell the truth!" "Yes, at this point, what is more important than our beautiful faces?" Jenny finally lost it and slumped onto a chair. Tears fell. This time, it was genuine remorse. "I-It was me! I was the one who stole it!"

"Jessica, you haven't been here in ages. She's the new college student who works at our shop—Lucy Lacher. Your husband recommended her." Then she turned toward the girl. "This is your sponsor's wife. Hurry and say hello." Lucy kept her eyes lowered, her voice barely louder than a whisper. "H-Hello." I couldn't help laughing. Wasn't she just flaunting herself moments ago, bragging about how someone pampered and spoiled her? Why was she shrinking into an ostrich now? Only then did I finally take the egg tarts she'd been holding out the entire time. I glanced down and frowned.

Riftfire surged at her fingertips, flickering wildly, caught between obedience and rebellion. The King watched her struggle, his burning gaze unreadable. “You still resist.” Lena swallowed against the rising panic. “I don’t belong to this place.” The King tilted his head slightly. “No,” he agreed. “But it belongs to you.” The words struck something deep inside her, something she wasn’t ready to face. Because part of her felt it. The Riftfire inside her wasn’t just reacting—it was waiting. Like a locked door on the verge of bursting open.

I pretended not to notice and asked, "Can I borrow your phone?" He nodded and handed it to me. I quickly tried calling Daniel again. As soon as he picked up, I hurriedly said, "Daniel, your whole family got stung by wasps. It's really serious! Transfer the money for the surgery to me now!" I thought he would ask how much, but after two seconds of silence, he cursed at me, "Linda, if you want money, you don't have to curse my family!" I was stunned, then quickly explained, "I'm not lying. They really were stung and are now in the ICU. We have to raise money immediately for the surgery."

Miranda raised her hand, “I'm not going to give you any chance!” The stick came down before I could react. Pain shot through my head, and the room blurred. Blood pooled around my cheek, and tears burned my face. “Please…” I reached out for nothing in particular. However, my pleas fell on deaf ears. Hit by hit, the stick came down on my stomach. Pain filled every nerve cell in my body and I could feel my muscle spasm. “Mom…” My sobs came out, broken and wrecked. I felt a thick wetness between my legs.

"For now, let's go back inside. You need to eat something. We'll figure this out together." As they walked back to the conservatory, Honey's thoughts drifted to Monday morning. It would bring a reckoning on multiple fronts. She would face Grayson as Joy Smith for the last time, reveal herself as Honey Johnson, and then... then she'd have to decide what to do about Sir and Red. One crisis at a time, she reminded herself.

Watch out for “Striking Blow.” (Strike Zone Book #2) This is Pearl and Antonio’s story. Filled with international intrigue and subterfuge. Striking Blow Colombo. Sri Lanka. Pearl needed directions—a map—a freaking GPS back to herself. Finding her worth again meant starting with a physical transformation. For starters, the blonde princess staring back at her in the mirror wasn’t real, and it was time to pack “socialite barbie” away in a dark drawer; time to step away from the two-hundred-dollar haircut and her designer lifestyle.

Me well, I do like a woman and she is stunning. Honey is her name, and she is a bartender in our strip club called Lust. Honey is also a survivor of domestic violence. She fled her hometown and settled down here. Apparently, her husband attacked her, and she defended herself, stabbed him and ran. So was so timid and scared when she came to us for help, but it didn’t matter what she did, she survived and so she works for me. But even though I have feelings for her, I know she is still dealing with her past trauma. What do I do?

What suspicious meant, none of them knew. But they did get a name. Anna Aspert. “I don’t know man but if we go home empty-handed, the boss is gonna flip. Let’s first check all of the rooms.” “All the rooms??? Do you know how many rooms are there in this building? Joe, can you imagine what Jin here is saying??” Joe shakes his head in disappointment while Jin looks defensive. “Hey hey hey, I just don’t want the boss on our ass again. Remember the last time you pissed him off Penti?”

"If she hadn't gotten kidnapped trying to save you, she wouldn't be like this. You're selfish enough—now she's hanging on by a thread, and you still can't think past yourself?" Andrew's phone buzzed. He slipped his hand from mine. "I have to go, Viv. You get it, right?" I didn't even get to answer. Took one shaky step, heel twisted—I hit the ground hard. My arm slammed into the metal flower stand, splitting wide open. White-hot pain shot through me. I cried out. Andrew didn't even flinch. Just ran. Never looked back. As he disappeared through the door, I snapped. "Andrew Todd! I'll wait here till the day ends. If you don't come back—we're done. For good."