Honey Novels Novels & Stories

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.

"Spill it, Honey Johnson." Honey set down her glass, suddenly jumpy. The mixture of wine, pain medication, and emotional exhaustion was loosening her tongue. "It's…I'm not ready…" They were her friends and wouldn't judge her, so she took a deep breath. "Remember when you told me about The Velvet Room?" Lauren's eyes widened. "You went? Oh my God, you actually went!" Maggie leaned forward. "And?" "And I met someone." Honey's voice dropped to a whisper, as if Riley might somehow hear her. "He calls himself Sir."

I asked "I told you not to call me honey!!!" She glared She doesn't like it she said she's like a bee if I call that. She pouted. "Okay my girl, let's go" I took her hand. I told my goodbye to my friends. I went to my car and started the engine. Chicked and Beer! Here we go~

I write not only for myself, but for you too! To continue Hollis and Whitney's adventure through life, be sure to check out "Not All Who Wander Are Lost", the sequel to "Not All That Glitters."

They still held that majestic look of a time before age settled into the earthy material. Mrs. Honey has been our town's librarian going on thirty years now. Though her name may make you think, she would be a sweet older lady.... She is anything but! She's very mean and stubborn. She doesn't even like to listen to our Alpha. He struggles with her on a day to day basis and here I am following through with my father's order during a breach, possibly an attack.

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.”

Again, he scanned the surroundings to ensure no one was watching the tension erupting between him and Cassandra. "Talk inside the car," William said at last. "Don’t you feel embarrassed being the center of attention out here?" "Embarrassed?" Cassandra let out a bitter laugh, folding her arms with arrogant poise. "I think I ran out of embarrassment the day I waited for you alone at the boutique, Will. Do you have any idea how that felt?" "I already apologized for that. Lately, I’ve—" "Been busy with work? Or busy with that ghost woman?" "She’s not a ghost," William replied. "She—"

It didn’t take me long to find Honey. She was in a club in one of the shadier parts of Budapest, looking for her next snack. Surrounded by a bunch of duds with drinks, Honey was purring over all of them. I didn’t want to stay in her head because I was afraid she’d detect me and get skittish, so I immediately jumped to the guy she was currently talking to.

His hand brought the sheet upto my neck while his eyes stared at mine . " There is no need to work today , I have arranged food for you , You can order more with the work phone in my office . Number is written beside it " I nodded . " If anything happened call the last number on the diary next to the phone , understood ?" I nod once . " Take care , we'll be back by evening "I bite my lip as he suddenly kissed my forehead and walked out . EH ? Why is my heart beating so loudly ? I was eating some chips and going at the back of the house since they had a T.V there , I walked across the cabin but stopped and walked inside it .

Hazel said, her voice quiet but determined. “Good,” I said. “Keep at it. You’ll get better with time.” *** Hazel’s POV The next day, I went back to the hut to practice with Mara the healer but when I entered, I saw three girls around my age talking to each other. “And who are you?” One of them who had blonde hair and blue eyes stared at me with disgust. She looked like those blonde girls one would see on television modeling for big companies. “I’m Hazel,” I smiled at them.