Honey Im Going On Strike Spoilers

They're said to be the spirits of unearthly beautiful women. So beautiful, the men who get a sight of them fall in love and die. So beautiful, women get insane and commit suicide, unable to comprehend the existence of women so celestial. Their voices pour like honey in your ears, leading you to your doom. Their dance is a blessing for your eyes and is the last thing you will see. All places and characters in the story are pure fiction, work of the author. Any resemblance to real places and events is a strong coincidence. One thing is not fiction, though. Beware of the woods the next time you go. If you hear the melodic laughter and the tender singing somewhere far in the distance, hidden in the darkness of the night, know to run. Leave immediately, or know you'll be their next victim.

Felisha Smith is a 28 years old football coach who never supports that dates or marries younger men. To her, it’s absurd and plain . But what happened when she’s tucked into a situation where she has to strike a contract with not just any younger man but her own student Sebastian. And Sebastian Collins on the other hand, the football captain who never liked his football coach on first sight, don’t mind ruining her reputation should she reject his proposed contract.

Pernikahan yang akan berlangsung terpaksa batal akibat perselingkuhan yang di lakukan calon suaminya dan adik kandungnya, membuat Briana amat murka. Di penuhi kemarahan dia pun mencoba bersenang-senang untuk menghilangkan rasa sakit. Siapa sangka kalau malam itu menjadi sebuah malam yang panjang, dimana dia tidur dengan seorang pria tampan yang tanpa dia ketahui kalau pria yang semalam tidur bersamanya adalah Adik dari mantan calon suaminya. Entah kebetulan atau takdir, yang jelas Briana tidak akan menyia-nyiakan kesempatan untuk membalas dendam atas pengkhianatan dari mantan calon suaminya! "Aku butuh pelampiasan!" "Let's play Honey! "

Natalie used to hate stuffed animals. Now she's head-over-heels for a cotton doll. She called it "honey" and told our daughter, Yara, it was her real dad. Cool. Guess that made me the family ghost. At Yara's parent-teacher conference, I finally snapped and handed Natalie the divorce papers. Cue the gasps. Suddenly, I'm the villain. She slapped me—full drama mode. "It's just a doll! Why are you being so extra?" Yara hugged it like it was about to save the world, giving me the death stare. I shrugged, smirking. "You're the one who said it's your dream husband and Yara's one and only dad. So, like... why am I still here?"

Lucy Everhart's bitch of a sister lures her into a trap, but it turns out the man she's forced to spend a night with is actually a bigwig in the business world! They have a shotgun marriage after signing a marriage contract. After marriage, Lucy's secret identities are revealed one after another. Tobias Ripley learns something new about her daily and dotes on her like crazy. He says, "Let's have another child, honey." Lucy doesn't want that. "You have countless mistresses and lovers, don't you? Go to them if you want a child!" Tobias protests, "Nonsense! I have no idea what you're talking about, honey! You've always been my one and only!"

The hotel called, politely reminding me that the condoms used last night were unpaid and had been charged to my membership card. I was stunned. I'd been working late until midnight and hadn't set foot in any hotel. I confronted my husband, the only person who knew my card code. Nathan Phelps looked at me, bewildered. "Honey, that hotel costs over $10,000 a night. I'd never go there. It's probably a system error. Someone must have mistyped the card number. I'll file a complaint tomorrow." Unconvinced, I called my best friend, who managed the hotel. "Tracy, check who Nathan was with at the hotel last night. I'm catching him red-handed."

It's a typical day in Sunhill, a small town in America, until a body is found in a dark alley. The death is ruled a homicide, and the investigation begins. As the police try to uncover the truth, more bodies were discovered. The whole town is suddenly in the grip of fear as their once peaceful home is long gone and now a place of tears and sorrow. It became clear that there's a serial killer on the loose. As the bodies pile up, fear grips the town of Sunhill. No one feels safe anymore. They're afraid to leave their homes at night, and parents keep a close eye on their children. Everyone is on edge, and it seems like the killer could strike at any moment. The police seem to be trying their best but they couldn't apprehend the killer. A group of high schoolers, who were sad about the events occurring in their hometown were determined to find the truth, but they have no idea what they're up against. They may be in over their heads, but they can't give up now. The high schoolers decide to launch their own investigation. They know they have to work together if they want to solve the murders. But as they delve deeper into the mystery, they find themselves being targeted by the killer. They start to receive threatening messages, and one of them even disappears without a trace. They're running out of time, and they must find the truth before it's too late. Some of them start to suspect that the killer could be someone they know. Will the killer be caught before they strike again? Will they be able to solve the case before they become the killer's next victim?

Meine Jugendliebe, die mir die Ehe versprochen hatte, sobald wir das Studium abgeschlossen hätten, machte der falschen Erbin Klara Weber einen Heiratsantrag – ausgerechnet bei meiner Abschlussfeier. Und Michael Hoffmann, der in den Augen aller als aristokratischer Mönch galt, erklärte mir öffentlich seine Liebe – nur kurz nachdem sich meine Jugendliebe verlobt hatte. Fünf Jahre lang war er in unserer Ehe außerordentlich liebevoll und verehrte mich zutiefst. Bis ich zufällig sein Gespräch mit einem Freund belauschte. „Michael, Klara ist inzwischen berühmt geworden. Willst du weiterhin mit Sarah Theater spielen?“ „Klara kann ich sowieso nicht heiraten, das spielt keine Rolle mehr. Außerdem kann sie, solange sie bei mir ist, Klaras Glück nicht im Wege stehen.“ Und seine kostbaren religiösen Schriften – in jeder einzelnen stand Klaras Name: „Möge Klara sich von ihren Obsessionen befreien, möge sie Frieden für Körper und Seele finden.“ „Möge Klara alles erhalten, was sie sich wünscht, möge ihre Liebe frei von Sorgen sein.“ ... „Klara, wir sind in diesem Leben nicht füreinander bestimmt, ich wünsche mir nur, dass wir im nächsten gemeinsam gehen können.“ Fünf Jahre der Selbsttäuschung, und ich erwachte in einem Augenblick. Ich besorgte mir eine falsche Identität und plante einen Ertrinkungsunfall. Von nun an müssen wir uns, Leben für Leben, nie wieder begegnen.

"Everything was fine, until it wasn't. And that was because I was carrying a billionaire's baby from a one-night stand. A cold-hearted billionaire with an enormous ego. The question is, will that baby be my escape from my narcissistic parents, or will it bring even more complications, as I strike a deal with a billionaire? "I am your typical billionaire, the kind who walks around with a proud aura. A one-night with a woman brings me a solution to all of my troubles. But the problem was, I couldn't understand if this woman was bringing me another chance at happiness, or she was just karma, here for a payback."

"Really? You would help me to take revenge?" I asked, stunned. "Yes, I will," Zaylen replied. “So… how do we start, Boss?” I was excited about this. I was done being sad and pathetic. It was time to strike back.  Zaylen furrowed his brow, thinking. “Hmm… To begin with, you should call me Zaylen instead of Boss.”  I gasped at the idea. “But you told us we cannot call you by your name without your permission.”  “Exactly, and now, I'm giving you the permission. Call me Zaylen, Liana.”