Honeytoon Novels & Stories

"Yes Lorraine, no we haven't met before. I'm a member of the club. I'm what you called a headhunter for a job available. But I specialized in a different kind of field of expertise. I've heard about your situation. Please don't leave, just listen and think about it. You don't have to answer or even get back to me if you're not interested." I was about to get up, this sounded shadier. I didn't like where this conversation is going. Then she gave me her card, there was no company name, just her name Adriana and her mobile number. There wasn't even a last name. I drank more champagne, and try to stay as still as possible.

| Whitney | "Ugggh, I think I had too much ice cream.” Whitney groaned three hours later during the short walk back to their hotel room. Clutching her pierced stomach miserably, the lingering sweetness of ‘Queen Bee’ still taunted the brunette’s taste buds. The honey flavored treat, which included almonds, chocolate covered honeycomb, and English toffee proved too delicious to stop indulging in. Whitney didn’t even want to know how much she had over the course of their fun filled tour. She whimpered, “My belly hurts, Holly!”

“What’s this?” Mina’s tail swayed with excitement as she lifted the lid, revealing a single bowl of ice cream—but this was no ordinary flavor. The smooth, rich texture gleamed under the warm light, with specks of golden honey swirls infused within. “This,” Mina declared, “is my ultimate creation—Royal Honey Delight.” Mies raised an eyebrow. “Honey?”

"You're annihilating the ordinary experience." His mouth twitches. Then he yanks out his wallet and thrusts a fifty at the woman. She lifts an eyebrow at the bill but manufactures change. Julian shoves the jar into my hands. "For your toast," he says. "You purchased me forty-dollar honey." "You incinerated my toast six times. The honey equals the debt." I laugh. A genuine, startled laugh that whips heads around. Julian Croft stands in the center of a farmers market clutching a jar of honey, looking spectacularly out of place, and I laugh until my ribs ache.

Did I hear that right? I was practically half-undressed over here, and instead of reacting to that, these two were openly trying to sell me off for cash right in front of me. Matteo Valencia suddenly let out a scornful laugh. "Eyes over here, Mr. and Mrs. Monroe. Surely my future parents-in-law should like me enough to want me in their family, right? So look at me. If either of you can stare at me for more than ten seconds without looking away, you get your money."

"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."

The others sneered at me gleefully, blood seeping out of my mouth while my cheek swelled from the slap. Heidi even sighed as if she cared. "I'm doing this so that your honeymoon will be filled with happy memories! Quit being so stubborn and come with us. I promise you'll never forget this!" Seeing the glee in her eyes, I realized that she wanted to ruin my honeymoon trip from the start. Still, I nodded, to pretend to give in. "Alright, let's go." They wouldn't let me leave? Fine, I would stay… and watch them swim to their own demise!

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.

Meanwhile, mayhem had broken loose at the Hudson Manor after Robert’s mother Carol Hudson and sister Larissa learnt that Sarah was Theodore Hills’s daughter and also the world famous author Honey C. whose books earned enormously and who was pursued by Hollywood film producers to sell them her book rights ! “We have done hara-kiri mom!”, Larissa whined. “ Who would have ever thought that obese koala bear who slogged day and night without complaining is someone born with a golden spoon in mouth and had a battery of servants and maids at home to do the menial jobs she did here?”, Carol palmed her head in dismay.

Bloody hell. Then I swipe and she is sat on the beach, grains of white sand stuck to her tattooed arms, her hair wet over one shoulder as she is sat in between to the two beasts. Each resting their chins on her shoulders. They are both sporting beautiful blue diamond collars. The hashtag mentions Tesoro. It says making friends with two of the best behaved clients ever. I click on the link to the Tesoro official work page it takes me to a page called Pheonix Couture. I scroll and she is opening a new store in LA.