Honey Trouble Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

I couldn’t help wanting to get to know her better. After finishing my meal, I went back to my room and showered before changing into black shorts and t-shirt. Lying on the couch, I turned the TV on. A few minutes later, I heard a knock on the front door. I jumped off the couch and went to open it. The excitement I felt died down as soon as I saw it was Hailey at the door and not my friends. My smile was immediately replaced with a frown. “What are you doing here?” “Seriously?” she said, shaking her head. “This was not the welcome I was expecting.”

My mouth goes dry. I want to step forward, but my legs won’t move. I wake with a start. I have fallen asleep in the kitchen, right on top of the dish I was preparing! It is now morning. Omegas file into the kitchen, giving me funny looks. I've never been this nervous before. What if it's not good enough? What if the Alpha hates it? It's a lot of pressure. I double check everything. I make sure I haven't missed anything. I know I've done my best.

Matteo was the first to serve himself and sit with Gabriel at one of the picnic tables. “Harper looks pissed” I heard him say to Gabriel who simply huffed. I hardly had time to pay them any mind as I ran around the yard like a chicken without its head to ensure that everything was up to my standards. A few of the women helped me clean up afterwards but there was no sign of the three witches from earlier. It wasn’t until I got into bed later that night that I let out all of my frustration. “Harper?” Gabriel asked, stunned to find me crying.

Wondering what he was up to, I left the dishes and walked closer. Hogan got a large bowl and a mud pot above the cabinet. He opened the pot and poured the orange sticky liquid into the bowl. ‘Is that honey?’ “What are you going to do with honey?” I asked. Hogan raised his hand. “Give me your hands.” My hands? I looked at my hands before I slowly reached them out to Hogan. Suddenly, Hogan grabbed them and soaked them in a bowl of honey. “Ahhh,” I winced in pain. I shut one eye, bearing with the pain until I gradually became accustomed to it. Breathing heavily, I watched how Hogan kept my hands soaked with honey.

Open, exposed and hunted. Honey began fussing. 'Mommy, I can't breathe." She said. 'Baby…" I tried to calm her down, but it only made her cry harder. Mom tried to help by singing a lullaby. Her voice trembling while whispering the lyrics and it made my sweat break out along my neck and back and forehead. There was too much going on. Jeonghan and Josh were wandering the house while a psycho tried to break in. I need to do something to help. Anything to help. But we have to save Honey first.

But he had chosen to leave, to disappear, and to hide in the shadows while I ate his food and read his words and tried to make sense of a man I did not understand. I picked up the bread and tore off a piece, and the warmth of it spread through my fingers and into my chest. I dipped it in the honey and put it in my mouth, and the sweetness filled my tongue, and I closed my eyes and tried to remember the last time I had eaten something that tasted like this. The honey was rich and golden, with a floral undertone that reminded me of summer, of flowers, and of warmth that had nothing to do with fire.

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.

"Where am I? What happened? Are we at Burnara yet?" Shocker: "Yaaayyyy," Honey shouts, shooting her hands into the air as we all step out of the hover traincraft and onto the city's hover platform. "Finally." Honey starts twisting and turning her body, the sound of her bones cracking echoing loudly in our ears. "Ohhh, yaaayyy. I really needed this. We really needed this." Honey bumps Chadd, Clementine, and me on our chests. "It had been nothing but classes, homework, sleep, eat, and repeat. Now, it's time for some fun! Hooo!"

Well, I was wrong. The moment the honey touched my throat, a burning sensation erupted within me. It was like as it descended into my stomach, my body was fast rejecting it. I stumbled backwards, falling from my chair, and just then the door opened. Relief washed over me; my hands reached out, hoping help had arrived, but no one was in a hurry to help. The door shut, and the key turned. Her steps were slow and deliberate. The faint smell of garden roses filled the room. The scent was too familiar for my liking.

He takes his spot next to me and hands me one. “I put a little honey and lemon in it.” I smile, “Thank you.” I take a sip. He has put just the right amount of honey and lemon in it. “Aubrey, who hurt you?” “Huh?” I ask, confused. He turns to face me. “The way you flinched. Someone hurt you in the past. Who was it?” Oh, that is what he means. “I don’t want to talk about it,” I reply. “Aubrey.” He says and reaches for my hand.