Honey Novel Novels & Stories

He shivered visibly and pulled the blanket higher around his chest. “You want to know the worst part?” he whispered. “I loved you. Even while I was killing you, I loved you. I called you honey because that’s what you were to me. My honey. My everything. And I destroyed it. I destroyed us.” Tears slipped down his wrinkled cheeks. He did not wipe them away. He just let them fall, his eyes fixed on the space where I stood.

Honey would give up and move on. She was just looking for the name of the club and finally saw it on this guy’s cocktail napkin. It was something in Hungarian, something she couldn’t read, so she took a snapshot of the napkin and sent it to Eliza, along with a few hasty sentences about what Honey was up to. “Be careful. If she turns a bunch of these guys before you get there, you’ll have more than just her to contend with.” “We’re pretty sure she has a batch from the last several nights incubating somewhere,” Eliza replied. “Thanks, Cassidy. I appreciate it.”

He ignored Prince Dagon and looked at me, “Did he bite you?” Not wanting to admit it, I kept my mouth shut. General Abtez set me down on my feet as my wounds healed. “Nerine, did he bite you?” “It’s General Nerine.” I told him, annoyed. Prince Dagon laughed, “Yes, I bit her, and she is my bride.” “I am not your fucken bride.” I spat at him. “Yes, you are.” He hissed from inside his cell. “How are we supposed to interrogate the bastard if he has connected himself to her?” Kolona asked General Abtez.

"Jessica, you haven't been here in ages. She's the new college student who works at our shop—Lucy Lacher. Your husband recommended her." Then she turned toward the girl. "This is your sponsor's wife. Hurry and say hello." Lucy kept her eyes lowered, her voice barely louder than a whisper. "H-Hello." I couldn't help laughing. Wasn't she just flaunting herself moments ago, bragging about how someone pampered and spoiled her? Why was she shrinking into an ostrich now? Only then did I finally take the egg tarts she'd been holding out the entire time. I glanced down and frowned.

he whispered, the name carrying a depth of pain that shook Shama to her core. Shama’s eyes widened as the pieces fell into place. *Naina... Rehan...* The faces, the names—everything matched the characters from *Mystical World of Mythical Creatures*, the comic she had been reading. But how? How was this happening? A cold shiver ran down her spine. *Am I inside the comic? Is that even possible?* The thought was absurd, but the truth stared back at her with the red-eyed prince cradling Naina, just as described in the story.

I knew how much he wanted to be the strong one, but his face betrayed his hurt. Britney rushed forward and hugged Luke, whispering, “Aw, honey. It'll be all right.” Britney is the only person I have ever known that could get away with calling people “honey” and making it genuine. She smiled at him, sitting on his other side as Eli walked over and handed him a beer from his backpack. Luke popped the top and took a gulp. His hands shook slightly, but from what emotion, anger or disappointment, I wasn't sure. He let the half-empty can rest on his knee as he took a deep breath in, letting it out little by little.

Was he pissed at me for not speaking up or pissed at me for hiding my phone from him? “You’ve got a high fever,” Kent said, after a few minutes of doing a check up. “Add to that an extreme headache and cramps? Your body’s just shutting down because you’re overworking it.” “I’m not overworking my body,” I said nervously. Kent smirked, and I noticed the way his eyes twinkled with mischief. “So you haven’t been engaging in… honeymoon activities?” “Kent,” Alaric snapped as heat crept up my neck. Nova choked out a laugh and I shot her a glare. We never even went on a honeymoon. People don’t go on honeymoons for transactional marriages, do they?

That must be nipped in the bud before it goes too far. Honey solely belonged to Honey. The people that passed through her life were nothing more than toys for entertainment. It's decent enough for a bit of fun but never good enough to keep for an extended period. "Fun, what do you have in mind?" Large hands pushed firm hips down as lips moved to the side of the blonde's slim neck. "I can think of a million and one things that I would love to do with you right now?" Honey didn't respond as she brought one of her hands down to tilt the man's face to look up at her. Deep lust shone back as hazy gray orbs looked up at her expectantly. Honey usually couldn't resist seeing the primal pleasure on f

"Heart-Eroding Honey is made by extracting the soul essence of the greediest and most corrupt men, brewed in the beehive using a special, secret method. When they were alive, they exploited others to the fullest. After they die, we transform their desires into the most powerful temptations. Their bodies will become eternal honey sources until they are completely drained dry." She pointed toward one of the honey sources that was twisting violently. Within that blurry humanoid mass, a face of extreme pain suddenly became clear. It was the husband of that wealthy lady I had seen! He was notoriously famous for his greed when he was alive, but now, he was silently roaring in the beehive, his faci

Jade shrieked the second Honey stepped into their small two-bedroom apartment, pulling her into a tight hug. “Long story,” Honey sighed as she pulled away. “Come on, Honey,” Jade pouted. “I said go have fun, not disappear off the face of the earth.” “I know,” Honey yawned. “Things got out of hand. I drank way too much.”She threw herself onto the bed and started kicking off her shoes. “How was it?” Jade asked in a teasing voice, sitting beside her. “Gossip girl,” Honey muttered playfully, rolling her eyes, her cheeks turning pink. “It was fun,” she admitted. “But I’m never trying that again.”