Honey Novel Novels & Stories

As the initial surprise settled in, Daisy found herself enveloped in hugs and laughter, her worries momentarily forgotten in the embrace of friendship and celebration. The room buzzed with chatter and laughter, each moment etching a memory that would stay with Daisy for years to come. Amidst the joyous chaos, she couldn't help but steal glances at the file still clutched in her hand, a stark reminder of the weighty decision looming in the back of her mind. "Happy birthday, Daisy," Christiana said, handing her a small gift with a knowing smile. Opening it, Daisy found a beautifully bound journal, its pages pristine and waiting to be filled with her thoughts and dreams.

"It's about all of us, including Nathaniel." Ms. Honey's eyes widened. "Are you serious?" Even for her, her response was somewhat dramatic, especially considering the fact that I was aware of the fact that she had been in a polyamorous relationship with Elijah and another person in the past or is continuing in such a relationship. She sighed. "Oh, that poor girl." She shook her head. "That poor, poor innocent girl." She sighed once again. "And to think I was hoping for her to have a great life and a great future."

“Lexie, dear, I think there’s someone outside. Looks like a visitor of Ram’s.” I frowned, confusion slicing through my exhaustion. Who would come at this hour? When I stepped out, my pulse faltered. Standing by the gate, poised and unapologetic, was Honey. His mistress. The woman who had shadowed my marriage like a curse, now dragging three large suitcases behind her as if she belonged here. Her lips curved into a smirk. “What a surprise. You’re still here,” she said, her tone dripping with mock sympathy. I stiffened. The urge to scream burned in my throat, but I swallowed it down. Months of trying to understand why Ram had ever let someone like her near our lives had taught me one thing, si

Not yet at least. “Yes, honey, you look amazing. The most gorgeous bride I have ever laid my eyes upon,” Mrs. Henderson added, coming up to hug me. “What’s that?” I asked, pointing to what looked like a shoebox in her hand. “Oh! Silly me, I almost forgot,” she said, lightly slapping her forehead. She opened up the box and faced it towards me, showing me the most beautiful pair of silver shoes I had ever seen. “Are these for me?” I asked, grabbing the box out of her hands to have a closer look at it.

Dominik said in a cold tone. "Honey, who is she?" asked Adine as she clung to Dominik's arm. "What? Honey?" She gaped wide-eyed. "She is my wife," Dominik replied. "Not the kind of thing you mean." "Wife?" The woman was genuinely surprised. "You must be pretending." She said sarcastically. "What business is it of yours anyway? I've never been interested in you to warm my bed either." The woman seemed to have a beard fire. Her legs went limp as if unable to support the weight of her own body at the insult Dominik threw out.

Brandt Honey totally shocked me last night. From her reaction to Moe's concerns, then eye-fucking my kitchen, to her spot on negotiations for our future relationship. Did I have a preconceived notion that a 19-year-old girl would be immature? Perhaps. I know I didn't expect her to be so sophisticated, open and willing to explain her wants and needs. Honey is perfect. She is everything I have never known I wanted.

"If you go find her, I'm sure she'll treat you well." Joey was skeptical of what I had said, and wanted to reconcile with me instead, but he couldn't do a thing while I was under the constant protection of my bodyguards. Not being able to lay a finger on me, he plotted against Winnie instead. "I'm just using her," he promised, time and time again. "Once she outlives her usefulness, I'll come back here and marry you, don't worry." I personally saw him off at the airport, and he died one month later after accidentally consuming food that was laced with rat poison while wandering the streets.

Loyalty had been her only code, even when it cost her everything. Even when it cost her Natalie. Her baby girl had been eight when they took her away. Now she was twenty-two, somewhere out there in the world, maybe still angry, maybe not. Meekey had written every year. Birthdays. Christmas. The day she first walked. The day she lost her first tooth. All the moments she missed, she tried to stitch back together with ink on paper. But only one letter had ever come back. "I don’t know who you are anymore. Stop writing."

I appreciated her immediately. Nicole had chosen well, which surprised no one, least of all me. The first disruption arrived at nine forty-two in the form of a text from Honey. The wolves are circling, X. Don't say I didn't warn you. I read it twice. Set my phone face down. Picked it up and read it again. Honey communicated in a register that existed somewhere between theatre and genuine intelligence and the difficulty was always in determining which she was deploying at any given moment. This one had the texture of genuine.

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.