Honey I'm Going On Strike Novel Novels & Stories

A fear I could not handle. As Henry persisted, fueled by both alcohol and misplaced longing. He grabbed my arse. I tried kicking him where the sun doesn't shine but I couldn't as he trapped my legs between his. "Henry… please… stop!" I pleaded, struggling against his insistent hold. Tears were already gathering in my eyes, and my lips were quivering. As Harvey's attempt at a forceful kiss became more intense panic surged within me. Just when it seemed I couldn't escape his grasp, a sudden impact jarred our entangled forms. A powerful force sent Henry stumbling backward, releasing his grip on me.

"Why would you say sorry to her? He knows it's July but he brings this fake bitch anyway. He fucking promised us, Nate!" I don't know why she hates me so much or what's the connection between Honey and these two but please, you guys don't have to waste your energy because I'll be leaving in six weeks. By all means, take him any way you want. I'll be flying back to Jakarta the second his new Scarlett is ready to take over. "Genevieve." Mrs Gunn, Honey's Mom says that name in a stern tone. The girl immediately shuts her mouth and looks at her with respect, severely intimidated by the woman, "Mimi."

He handed it to Melisa. "Is this what you want?" asked Melisa, holding up the folder. "Give it to me!" Adine still struggled and almost let go. "Then I'll go." "Take it yourself!" Melisa struck a match and set fire to the end of the folder. The flames grew as the middle-aged woman dressed formally blew on the fire. "No! Stop it!" Adine struggled even more, but her strength could not save her from the grip of Melisa's two hired thugs.

Two months later, Dewy Honey Shop's business was only improving. More women kept coming in, and I became more and more proficient. Today, a new customer came in—a young girl no more than twenty years old. She timidly walked into the shop, her eyes red and swollen. She had clearly been crying. "Do you really have that kind of honey here?" She asked in a low voice. "What kind of honey?" I pretended not to know. "The kind... that makes men obedient. " She blushed. "My friend introduced me to this place."

I just stand there, my hand still hanging in the air like an idiot, as she strides away without a backward glance. As she storms off, I know I’ve succeeded in pushing her away, in smothering whatever spark we had under the weight of my cruelty. But victory has never tasted so fucking bitter. //**Please note that, for personal reasons, this and Kingpin's Fixation will be my final books with Goodnovel for a while**//

Ram’s POV Honey’s voice grated against my nerves long before the plane even left the ground. She had that tone again, the one that dripped with entitlement and forced sweetness, the kind that made my temples pulse. This morning, I told her to get the hell out, to take the damn plane and disappear. She stayed anyway. And honestly, I didn’t even feel surprised. Just disgusted. “Ram, remind me again why you changed your mind?” she asked, feigning curiosity but clearly fishing for a fight. “I thought we were staying in New York. Why are we on a plane going back now?”

He has a kind of puzzled look on his face. "What's wrong?" I ask him, frowning. He hands me the piece of paper, taking a seat beside me. It is actually a letter. Soon I realise it's a letter from the rose milk girl. There were only a few lines, 'Dear Aaron, Don't expect rose milk anymore. Sorry, I terribly failed. I quit. Goodbye.' I look at Aaron puzzled. "What happened?" "No idea," He shakes his head. "So it's over?" I ask in surprise.

Taking of menstruation, I’d be pain-free for nine months. I smiled in response. He wiped the sweat off my forehead because I was dripping again although we didn’t jog. “Let's go home?” he said. “Nah, I don't want to see Rhen's face yet.” Shit, why did I say that? @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO Thank you so much!

Esther interrupted Chinyere. "Don't you want to be free?" Chinyere asked. "You've only been here for about three days, we've been here for years," Esther said, "of course we want to be free, but we know better than to run away from Mr. Oko, he's a very powerful businessman." "But--" "No buts," Okwudili said, "and don't try to run away, it will only land you in more problems." "The water has boiled," Esther said, changing the subject, "I'll make tea while you serve the bread."

Then it hit him and a smirk plastered on his face, “Oh right. We definitely have to go mow. “I can’t wait to officially have you, Mrs. Hudson.” I chuckled, feeling butterflies in my stomach. This is really it. I can’t wait to be on more adventures with my husband, Eion. It was all worth it. And I’m proud to say that I am Snow caught in his Winter Heart. **