Honey Novel Novels & Stories

I could only hope Heather was okay with how fast things were moving. Honey was the first to break the kiss. She'd taken Heather's bra off and both of them were just in open robes and black panties. For the first time I got a good look at my younger daughter's perfect tits. They were well rounded and very firm, with small nipples hard as pebbles. "Heather, remember that thing I wanted to do to you a few months ago?" Honey asked. "When you wanted to... to..." "When I wanted to taste your pussy." "Oh god."

"Can't sleep." We chose to stay the hideous part of the library. Honey loves to read novels. She's always lively whenever she finishes a book but she gets really sick and sleepy just by looking at academic papers. She loves the library not because of the academic books but because of the novels. She always want to stay here just so she can read the books in here. I didn't know that novels can be seen in thhe library until Honey showed me the shelf. "God! I wanna take your side but whatever girl," she sighed.

Who is the person to give all this? “Hazel, pride of my mansion! I am pleased to see you. Good morning, how did you sleep, huh?” Honey was dripping from her tongue but alas, the honey was mixed with sugar. Something fake and indigestible. “Come here, we’ve got a big deal and I want to go there and take care of my customers, as we know how beautiful you are…” she threw a fake smile in her direction. Like always!

I fawned over her, asking how the food tasted and generally playing at being the perfect date. “You have to taste the sauce,” I told her, singling out a shiny dumpling. “It’s really good.” She looked at me for a second then she caught on and took another bite. I wanted to dance around while watching her down the whole food. It was important she finished the entire thing. Very soon, she would lose that thing within her and Orion would be mine again. As the minutes ticked by Hazel began to seem less and less at ease. She had one hand pressed against her temple and she kept shifting her weight, moving like she was wobbly.

| Hollis | As the two friends (who were quickly becoming lovers) continued to stare into one another’s soul, Hollis bit her lip with a barely audible sigh. She could easily count almost every gold speck glimmering in Whitney’s cinnamon colored eyes. She would’ve mistaken them for hazel, if it weren’t for their usual pure honey shade. Hollis threaded her finger’s through the brunette’s silky curly black hair, feeling a mixture of euphoria and terror surge through her veins. She’d just admitted everything aloud, and had no idea how the other girl felt about it. The suspense was maddening.

"Not even for me? The woman who’s been warming your bed all this time, yet you never married?" "That’s impossible. You—" "Yes, it’s me. Cassandra. I changed my hair, grew it long. So? Do you like it?" William fell silent as his blurred vision slowly sharpened, allowing him to see her face more clearly. His heart began to beat erratically as realization hit him. He stepped back again when Cassandra moved closer, especially when she reached for his arm once more. "Come on, Will. Why are you so stiff?" Cassandra pressed closer, using an empty chair behind William to block his retreat.

I draped her pancakes with honey and dropped it on the table right in front of her, serving it with a glass of milk, after which I went back to the kitchen and had mine with a cup of hot chocolate. No one was at the hospital when I got there, and luckily for me, I brought a book along, so I sat right beside the bed and started reading the book. The book was “ My Father's Wish” by Bellaboy, a touching story of how a young man, Hunter, was set up by his late father's will to marry his middle school bully, Hazel, just so that he; Hunter, could claim his inheritance.

My name is Jennie Dawson. I was just an ordinary college girl whose biggest achievement was pulling all-nighters to read smut novels. Then one night I dropped dead at my desk… and woke up inside the very book I was reading, as a pretty background character who happened to share my name. The heroine, Nancy Porter, was a transmigrator with a system. Her mission was to seduce my brother and turn him into her devoted plaything, living a life of indulgence with her day and night until she could finally return to her world.

She could rip her neck in half to drink her blood. "Blair!" Honey immediately threw a ball of fire at Blair when she attempted to attack Luna. Her sister threw her back off the wall, making it hard to get up. Honey used the chance to run Luna away from Blair. "Where are the Queen and King?!" Honey whispered while jumping on the branches of trees in the forest. She tightened her grip on Luna so she wouldn't fall. Luckily, her niece was sleepy already. Luna was just peacefully sleeping in her arms, while she was being chased by death.

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be constructed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental. Hold Me Close (A Heron’s Landing Novella) Published by Blue Violet Press LLC Seattle, Washington Copyright © 2016, 2017, 2020 by Iris Morland Cover design by Qamber Designs