Honey Your Familiar Novels & Stories

Lorez seems to notice this and speaks up, “She smells delightful doesn’t she? I researched that your kind are attracted to the scent of melody bee honey from the land of Rashan. I had some imported a few week ago in anticipation.” The man has certainly been busy. I don’t like that he knows such a facts about vampires, but thankfully that is not a fact toward me. The honey is nothing but an enjoyment for me, so at least he won’t have an advantage with the knowledge. I need to be more wary of what he might know though.

“If it’s related to your lycan, yes.” I took another sip of the tea. It was then I noticed that the sweet scent in the air came from the tea. “What kind of sweetener did you use for this?” His eyes brightened. Like someone had turn on a lightbulb hidden behind them. His back straightened and a smile crawled into his face. He looked ecstatic. Weird. Especially over a cup of tea. “It’s royal honey made from wild bees,” he replied. “Do you like it?” I took another sip. “It’s too sweet.”

(VIENNA BLOOD) “I have the hunch, but I didn’t expect to see you here, Honey.” “So, do I, Gen.” Their bland, but casual greeting. They’re not so usual encounters, but both know who they are in this world and what role they are playing. Honey recognizes Gen and not in the way that always starts with a fight. Gen immediately knew that it already came to Honey’s ears that her little game of guarding and spying over JK had ended.

"Do you want to go further?" My breathing quickened, and then I felt him. He was hard and huge beneath my palm. "Actually, I'm better than them," he whispered in my ear, his low voice making my mind go hazy. Especially when he pulled down his zipper, revealing the tattoo just below his hipbone. Before I could say anything, he pressed his upper body against mine, gazing deeply into my eyes. "Valeria, look at me. I'm better than all of them. I'm your husband."

Honey asked. Jada’s lips curled, thinking. "Hmm...Need to be next to you?" "Ah yeah, that one!” And here came Honey’s puppy eyes. “Can you sing it for me?" Jada’s eyes widened. A clear warning to her friend, but Honey feigned ignorance. She can sing. She sang during family gatherings, but her confidence was only for them. Her friends were fortunate enough to hear her sing. But it was for their ears only. “Pretty please?” Honey begged, lightly nudging at Kobe, a rather obvious gesture.

I’m tired of speculating. Is there honey, or not??

"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

Tyboll I am fully recovered, but Honey is in bad shape. It does no good to remind him that he brought this on himself. We've managed to keep sedation dart guns away from my wily wolf daughter, but obviously she got her hands on the mushrooms that bent me double yesterday. Honey's a wimp because he's moaning loudly and won't listen when I tell him he won't die.

"I can see why you'd have no interest whatsoever." Honey sighed, reaching for her wine. "It's not like that. I'm just...grateful." She took a small sip, wincing as the glass touched her lip. "Besides, there's..." She stopped herself, but it was too late. Both her friends leaned forward. "There's what?" Lauren pressed. "Nothing," Honey mumbled, but Maggie was already shaking her head. "No way. You have that look." "What look?" "The 'I-met-someone' look," Lauren said. "Spill it, Honey Johnson."

That night, when I got home and finally sank into my bed, my phone buzzed. Alexander: What are you eating tonight, honeydrip? I stared at the screen and smiled like a fool. Honeydrip. That was new. And…I liked it. I typed back immediately. Me: Honeydrip? That’s a first. I like it. I want to hear that again. What inspired it? His reply came slower this time, like he was choosing his words carefully.