Honeytoon Novels & Stories

"You think it's unusual, don't you, daughter?" I dragged my eyes from the sight and turned to him, then replied. "You did say the moon hasn't shined this brightly in a hundred years." He leaned towards me as though sharing a secret, then whispered in my ear. "Maybe the Moon Goddess is also celebrating with you. It's your Turning Feast, after all." I snorted. "Since when has the Moon Goddess ever cared about the affairs of one single person?" My father laughed. "You've always been a feisty one. Good thing you've Turned now. It's high time we found you a man who would be able to tame you. Perhaps Alpha Alexander over there?" He pointed.

Rose blushed with embarrassment, feeling increasingly lost with Jonathan's out-of-place words. "Honey …" Worried that he might say something even more embarrassing, Rose swiftly turned around and bit his lips, stopping any further words from escaping.

I'm itchy, trying to peep straining my neck,my eyes are glued on a small room with papers littered everywhere. Cracking sound of door opening makes the hair on my neck stand up, jolting up and I stand straight with my eyes on the floor, spice and clean aftershave fills the air, moving my eyes towards the source, tying a white towel down his lower hip, I deep v line is exposed runs down the low hanged towel, my eyes wondered up, his abdomen is bare droplets of water slips his tone muscular chest, it all muscle lean dark muscle. Moving my eyes up, I'm horrified and quickly look down shyly.

"Hana, honey tastes like lotus flowers." Hearing Zeci says Hana didn't want to punish it, Zeci's favorite was lotus nectar. It was willing to fight With Mr. Hartix only to steal his favorite lotus bile, though Hana later paid him the money. However, whenever he saw Hana, he seemed to abhor and locked the warehouse door carefully. He didn't know, Zeci had dug dozens of tunnels into the warehouse in Hartix's pub, which is why every day when he lost his honey wine, he always scolded Hana. Sometimes Zeci doesn't take it. In return, Hartix gave Hana food after each time she was hit by Eric.

“When I was younger, I had a burnt on my leg; my mother nursed it with honey. It may be slow in healing, but it heals better and heals the scars as well.” “You want me to get honey?” He asked tenderly and she nodded, “I will call Leo to bring some tomorrow then.” “No need, I know my way around here, I can always buy from Mrs. Wicket.” “Do you have to go through that trouble? Leo could easily get one from the mall.” “No, I trust Mrs. Wicket’s, she gets it from the bees herself and it doesn’t undergo any process.” “Fine then, whatever you say,” he kissed her hair again.

He found a bottle of Jam and a bottle of Nutella. "Hey...no. don't take it. We won't have anything for tomorrow. Dae... Put it back.", Aroon yelled but the younger started to open the Jam bottle. "Dae..Baby..Please...honey..please put it back. Look Bun..Aru is putting the tomatoes back."

"We barter and trade goods and services. Honey, as an example, is a healer. She trades her healings for things she needs. Autumn is a singer. She shares her songs and in turn we give her goods. Some people are growers. Some are builders. Get the idea?" "Yeah. What do you do?" he asked. "I knit and sew mostly. Honey offered a healing today if I would show you around. I would have done it anyway, but it's more polite to accept the offer." "Are you sick?" Michael asked. "No. Honey's treatment will be a massage. She's wonderful." "I have nothing to trade." "We all have something. Honey said she's going to teach you how to do treatments. I get to be your first." "I'm giving you a massage?" he ask

“So, what does your wolf require?” “Good dawn, Katy. My pack-name is Johnson... and my beast requires three full boxes of those powdered honey-donuts and a side basket of hot bagels,” Johnson answered smoothly. “Actually... make that four boxes of the honey-donuts. My brain almost slipped. I have that territory meeting with Katy later. And please, pass my pack-greetings to Lieli.” “Four entire boxes of sugar-pastries?” Katy asked, her thin brows shooting up in surprise.

I was packing for our honeymoon when my wife changed our destination to Barrella Island, a place my younger brother, Oliver Wagner, had always wanted to visit. I stopped packing and watched my wife and daughter exchange a knowing glance. "If Dad has a problem with it, we'll settle it with a vote." Whenever my brother and I disagreed, they put the matter to a vote to keep things "fair." For my birthday, I had already booked a table at a steakhouse, but they voted for Oliver's choice of a salad bar instead, calling it the healthier option. The first time our daughter went onstage to accept an award, I waited there all day for the ceremony. Yet when the time came, they voted to have Oliver

Only then did he pull off with a wet pop, licking the cum that had smeared on his lips with his tongue, eyes locked on me. He reached for the honey jar again. My legs were still spread wide, hole exposed and twitching from need. Alex used both hands to pull my cheeks apart, spreading me obscenely open. I felt completely vulnerable as he tilted the jar and poured a generous, thick stream of golden honey directly onto my hole. The sticky sweetness dripped down my crack, coating my rim and slowly sliding inside me. It felt warm, strange, and incredibly… Wonderful.