Honey The Cat Novels & Stories

Diane Mercer has the perfect life, a loving husband, a brilliant four-year-old daughter, and a beautiful home by the lake. But perfection is a mask. Craving the passion her marriage lacks, Diane begins a dangerous affair fueled by lust and cocaine. When her two worlds violently collide one ordinary Thursday morning, the consequences are far worse than she ever imagined. What follows is a descent into psychological torment, betrayal, and supernatural horror that spans years. As guilt and paranoia consume her, Diane discovers the terrifying truth: some mistakes don’t end with death. They only begin there. Raw, relentless, and brutally intimate, Rest, Honey is a chilling exploration of desire, guilt, and the horrifying prisons we build with our own hands. A story that will haunt you long after the final page, because sometimes the worst thing you can see… is exactly who you’re becoming.

Eve ran away from her home after her father forced her to walk down the aisle for the benefit of his company. It was too late to turn back as she fell into the hands of a man who took advantage and tried to make money by holding her hostage, but she ran away from it and ended up in an isolated town where she met a quiet, reserved man. Hunter. She thought the people she met were just simple car repairmen. She was so wrong.

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This is not a safe book. This is a book soaked in lust and lies, where desire collides with betrayal, and blood follows closely behind. Where siblings turn on each other, loyalty rots, and jealousy becomes a weapon. Where attraction isn’t gentle—it’s hungry, reckless, and ruinous. Expect horny chaos, power struggles, explosive fights, and choices that end in violence and murder. Bodies will clash, hearts will shatter, and no one walks away clean. There is obsession instead of love. Betrayal instead of trust. And consequences that don’t ask for forgiveness. Enter knowing this: Nothing here is soft. Nothing here is moral. And once it starts— it doesn’t stop until someone is destroyed.

YVES' fiancee lost all of her memories due to tragic history about her past. Even her, was having a hard time to accept her situation. She never expected that she would also forget the man she loves the most. For the past five years, Yves had been secretly looking at her from a far until he finally decided to meet her in person, with a desire to capture her heart all over again. A longing smile was plastered on his face as soon as he saw her. He unconsciously uttered those four words, with sixteen letters. “Honey, we meet again.”

After receiving devastating news Rachel has 200K and needs to decide how to move forward with her life. With the bit of money on her side at least she knew that her one option wouldn’t have to be marrying out of need, or so she thought. But will she marry her ex’s best friend?

When Rose Shaffer's fiancé cheats on her with her sister, she dumps him and marries a male escort she meets at a bar.Her newly-wed husband looks gorgeous. But he shares the same last name as Rose's sworn enemy, Jonathan Finch."Nothing more than a coincidence!" Rose convinces herself.But at every occasion that Mr. Finch attends, her husband shows up too, without fail. His explanation to her is, "Nothing more than a coincidence!"Rose believes him. That is, until she finds out that Mr. Finch shares the same bewitching face as her husband.Rose clenches her fists and jaw as she fumes. "Is this a coincidence too?"There are rumors going around online that Jonathan Finch, the patriarch of the Finch family, is in love with a married woman.The Finches immediately make a statement to clear his name. "Rumors! Those are nothing but rumors! A member of the Finch family will never be a home-wrecker!"But the very next day, Jonathan Finch makes a public appearance with a woman. "It is not a rumor! It is true that my wife is married!"

Because broken heart, Shaquelle accepted a proposal from a well-known businessman named Jerry Garth. Someone Shaquelle had known recently.Whatever for reason she proposed to Shequelle.In his doubts, Shaquelle began to wonder, its possible that this marriage could cure his pain? Or's this just another drama in his life?

We had been married for three years, yet my husband, Richard Thornton, who suffered from touch deprivation syndrome, still refused to consummate our marriage. Every time his condition flared up, he would only press his forehead tightly against the curve of my neck. I assumed he was saving himself for his first love, the woman who had left years ago. Then, I overheard him talking to his friends. "Stop teasing her next time. It makes her tense up every time." "Got it, Richard. But if you care about Valeria so much, why won't you touch her? It's been three years. Aren't you worried she'll leave you for someone else?" Richard shook his head. "You don't understand. The longer we're together, the harder it is to control myself around her. She's so delicate. I'm terrified I'll hurt her. As long as she's mine, I wouldn't care even if she slept with someone else first." His friends burst out laughing. "Richard, you're all talk. If you could really handle her being with another man, you wouldn't keep running to the hospital. You think we don't know what you're up to?" The next day, I found Richard's medical records. Visit after visit, he kept asking the same question, "How can I be gentler in bed? I don't want to hurt the woman I love."

On our tenth wedding anniversary, my wife's secretary, Ryan, posted a photo on social media. I took off my wedding ring and asked for a divorce. Madison looked stunned. "You're divorcing me over a picture of me with a cat? What kind of childish stunt is this?" She was severely allergic to cat fur. For her, I gave away the cat I'd loved for seven years. In ten years of marriage, I'd never even thought about getting another pet. Yet she let Ryan keep a ragdoll cat in the office. Cat fur was everywhere, but she'd just smile, pop an allergy pill, and say the cat helped her relax. There were more photos of that cat on her phone than pictures of our family. When Madison realized I was serious, she snapped. She pointed at our five-year-old daughter, sitting in Ryan's arms. "If you divorce me, you'll never get custody of Bella. And don't expect her to take care of you when you're old!" I looked at Bella calmly. She glared back, her little hand gripping Ryan's shirt. I smiled. I didn't want my cheating wife anymore. Why would I want an ungrateful brat too?