Honey Lemon Hero 6 Novels & Stories

He absolutely adores Charlie. In the first year, I secretly hired investigators to look for Chris. Jason found out and, ironically, had been doing the same. One day, after the umpteenth cry in the shower, I realised I had to stop. It was killing me. I started a honey company. Raw honey, candles, beauty products, even surf wax and tent sealant. We opened a small shop six months ago. I study business now too. Next year I am focusing on operations to smooth out the issues in the company. I have taken bookkeeping courses and now manage both my books and Jase’s.

I turned around grabbing the menu and walked towards new customers . "Hey baby , we'll have the Bud light " I nodded . I hated people calling me baby , " I wanna see ! " I stopped on my tracks as I see a drunk guy stumble right in front of me . " Ohh , You the new girl ? Dean's girl ?" I look at Charlie who was walking towards us .

I’m not sure I could count Rosaria as a normal teenager though. Grabbing a glass of Medovukha, I sat on the new couch looking out through the windows. The two on the left had been shattered but you wouldn’t even know. Outside was lit up with the city lights and offices still working. Sipping the sugary and yeasty drink, I sighed. Felicity had made this batch in her push to reach that 12% and with this one she used not just manuka honey but also white jewel strawberries. In her eyes it was a failure at only 10% despite using and importing some of the most expensive ingredients. When she tossed me two bottles, I told her it would be lost on me but she insisted. It was one of her best batches,

The hero league permitted only that the two basic colors; black and the color code of the category you belonged to, must appear. This rule was only for those starting off in Superhero High; the newbies. Kind of like a uniform code or something. His had fitted him to give range to flexibility. The main color black and the only significant green on him was his tool like belt. He had on computerized lenses to make his sight more complex and see other stuffs connected to his computer too. His head phone was on but it was not just ordinary. He had designed them to hear conversations within a thirty-two mile radius when programmed.

Herry said, his body swaying, almost collapsing. This was a typical symptom of low blood sugar. Emily quickly helped him to his room and let him lie down on the bed. "Wait here, I'll be right back." She ran downstairs, opened the fridge, and found a jar of honey among the gifts someone had sent a few days ago. She scooped a spoonful of honey into a cup and slowly dissolved it in warm water. She tasted it, finding it quite good. "Here," Emily brought the honey water upstairs and helped Herry sit up. "Drink this first."

"And when he was really drained, I’d make him a special brew. Something to help him relax." Ivy blinked, interest flickering in her gaze. "What is it?" I smiled sweetly. "It’s a blend of herbs and honey. I always add chamomile and a touch of hazelnut." I watched her carefully. The excitement and resolve in her eyes. So gullible. Ivy nodded thoughtfully. "Leo left in such a hurry earlier. When he comes back, I’ll brew a cup for him." Perfect. I fought the urge to grin.

The inn was full and lively. Ariana smelled the glass in front of her. The liquid had a slight color, something between green and yellow. She also noticed small particles swimming inside of her drink. Once she took a deep sniff, almost instantly she recognized what it was. The green particles inside the drink must be mint leaves. She also recognized the soft scent of lemon. In her country, they didn’t drink lemon with mint. She had never heard of such a combination before, either. The drink didn’t disappoint her. Once she took a sip of a cold drink and the liquid touched her taste buds, she felt refreshed and completely satisfied. She could feel the sweet taste of honey perfectly intertwined

She quickly schooled her face though and retook my arm. “My hero.” I smiled. “I told you I’d keep you safe. I’m the best bodyguard you’ll ever have.” She laughed but there was a hitch in it. Taking a breath and walking forward, I pointed out the food court. “Alright. I wanted to grab a large lemonade. There is this place; it sells only corn dogs, which seems silly but they also have the best lemonade! You can put different flavors into it. It’s crazy! By far my favorite is the cherry.”

She snarled at him. In a mild way it was true. Suzanne O'Izzy was just an average kid, a clumsy kinda girl with big dreams. She wants to be the hero everyone looks up to so badly. Luckily in her country, Herotapolis, there was an organization, Hero League, that could make her dream come true but first she and the others who are vying to be heroes have to go through a test known as the Thriox which consists of three tests. Oral, written and field.

He’s forgetting. Now for the final test — the one that would tell me everything I need to know. "You don’t need to worry, honey," I say softly, letting the word honey linger on my tongue, "I told my friend June to grab it from the store for me." Hermes nods slowly, cutting another piece of steak — and then, suddenly, his hand stills. My pulse spikes. This is it. The moment. He lifts his head, a faint crease forming between his brows. "June? When did you have a friend named June? You could’ve asked Charlotte — she’s good at selecting fine wines."