Honey Trouble Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

He sat beside her while staring at her. "I wonder what did you remember this time. I hope she doesn't remember anything yet," he whispered under his throat. *** "Honey! Honey, come here now!" she called in a seductive tone of her voice, and she ran upstairs while wearing red lingerie. "You naughty, woman, wait for me!" he excitingly responded, and he followed her upstairs. She, then, jumps to the bed when she suddenly fell flat to the floor and hit her head, which causes her eyesight to fade and little by little her memories are coming back. She looks around, but all are unfamiliar to her.

"I did it for the money. We had been broke and struggling all our lives. Suddenly I had a chance to make some real money. Honey talked me into it, she even took me into the club and had me watch while she danced. She was really good. "Then Bill offered us some coke and we took it. You weren't around me much in the early days, but I was a real party girl and the coke was nothing new to me. The stuff he had was almost pure and it wasn't long before I disconnected with reality. I came to my senses in bed with Bill. And Honey. He'd had sex with both of us. I screamed and ran out of the room. Honey got me into an empty room, calmed me down, and helped me shower. She had douches so we both used th

The Calling Chapter 1 I am walking down the cliffy road, it’s dark out with only the street lamp to illuminate my path. I am slightly cold and very irritated at my current situation. I had gotten to my car only to discover the battery dead. Obviously the car would not start, could not even unlock the bloody door via car remote.

"Yes, Adam gave me to accompany Tante Desi." "Are you sure that's the only reason?" "Kak Ervin, can you stop saying anything you want? He already has a future wife. Do you want me to be a snatcher?" Ervin chuckled as he rubbed the top of Yara's head. Yara opened the door directly thinking that there was no one inside. Shouldn't it be her and Aunt Desi who is inside? But the presence of a woman and a man in the apartment unit left Yara flabbergasted. She was at a loss as to what to behave like. She didn't know who the two figures in front of her were.

Drawing on every ounce of strength she possessed, Hazel fought back against the darkness that threatened to consume them. In a heart-pounding display of bravery and determination, Hazel stood her ground, a beacon of hope in the face of despair. With the help of the stranger and the unexpected appearance of a police officer, the truth behind the child's presence with her was finally revealed. Clearing her name of any wrongdoing, Hazel held the child close, their bond forged through adversity and shared danger. As the dawn broke over the city, a new beginning unfolded for Hazel and the child, their futures intertwined in a story of redemption and resilience

The tugging sensation begins again, growing more and more intense as I continue to hold on, as the feeling intensifies I close my eyes and let it take me where it will. Splat! I make the mistake of gasping for breath and the taste of both mud and excrement fill my mouth. Spitting, I stand up noticing in the journey that I have dropped the pendant. Taking a look around, I wonder if this is where the heir has been hidden all this time. Reaching down I pick up the pendant and wipe it off on my cloak. I barely have time to do this before the sensation of tugging once more overwhelms me and the world blurs away. *************************************************************************************

“Get through dinner. Get through the first week. The rest comes later.” Ava swallowed. “I don’t want trouble.” His smile this time was different. Not cruel. Not mocking. But knowing. “You don’t have to want it,” he murmured. “Trouble finds who it wants.” Before she could ask what that was supposed to mean, he backed toward the hallway. “Oh,” he added, pausing at the doorframe. “Don’t wander around the west wing at night.” “Why?” His smirk returned—dangerous, but not playful.

But I frowned and looked at him when he tapped my shoulder. He had that sympathetic look in his eyes while looking at me and it made me feel more confused. “Getting romantically involved with an Azaria is not going to be easy, Henan. I hope you are aware of what you are trying to enter.” “What the hell?” He stood up. “Not that I am stopping you, but you should know that any woman in this country is hard to deal with. Especially those women that belong to the larger house of the Hexorian Government.” “I am not trying to be romantically involved with her, Jyn.” I also stood up. “It was just a pure business between JFCC and HSL.”

Heather said to her sister in a quiet voice. I couldn't really see Honey's reaction from my angle, but I saw her reach her hand up and begin to stroke her sister's hair. "What do you mean?" Honey whispered. "Well... I mean he's obviously got a problem. Help him. You know, suck him off." Honey kept stroking her sister's hair. "Are you sure?" "Yeah. It's okay. Really."

She was trembling constantly now, thighs shaking, voice gone hoarse from begging. “Please—please just let me—” “Not yet.” He reached for the honey. This time he didn’t drizzle. He poured it straight from the jar in a thick, amber stream directly over her clit and watched it slide down in slow, viscous ribbons. The honey was warmer than the chocolate, thicker, clinging to every fold. When he finally touched her again it was with the pad of his thumb—pressing the honey into her clit in slow, firm circles while two fingers slid back inside, fucking through the sticky sweetness.