Mad Honey Audiobook Free Novels & Stories

Now she had to spend two hours in the same peace. The bus hostess smiled and pointed to the empty seat. Passing between the seats on either side, she reached her desired seat. Her seat was by the window. And someone, who was sitting in the first seat, had his face hidden behind the book. He was wearing a light gray T-shirt and blue jeans. He was completely unaware of the world around him. "The Enemy With John Ventry" had written on the cover of book. Whatever he had was lost in the book when she approached it.

I had spent my whole life trying to be perfect, and the fact that he was so okay with his imperfections made me feel like my own were okay. “It’s cute, though,” I remarked. “Cute? No.” Chandler’s nose wrinkled. Madeline leaned across the table, draping her arms over it as she moved closer to me. “Nothing about that man is cute, Hazel. He’s sexy, and huge, and—” “And mine.” I leaned over the table. She jerked backward, then laughed. “Whoa there, wolf. I know he’s your mate.” “Well, let’s talk about something else,” Liv declared. “Do bear shifters consume a lot of honey?”

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.

New - Daya 🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯 I feel my head is very sore, almost about to burst it feels. I tried to touch my head, did my head break, split in two? Still recorded clearly, that voice. And also, my head is so dizzy, like a big rock was hit repeatedly to my head.

“I can do sweet.” “Really?” The thunder from the last lighting finally rumbled. The storm was still several miles away. “Give me a sample of sweet.” “Sugar,” he said in a dark, silky voice. He wasn’t even looking at her. With nothing but his voice, he was melting her bones. If she didn’t get him up to her room— “Maple syrup.” Shannon blinked. “Huh?” “Honey. You wanted sweet, I’m giving you sweet. Chocolate cake.

Honey and Gerald were not going to the Bahamas, but to the so-called popular elite party that Gerald had been raving about for months, and now that they had been personally invited by one of his business partners, he had decided to invite his girlfriend. He smirked as he watched as the host of the party glided down the stairs to his girlfriend, tied up-half naked and drugged up with the red substance the rich and powerful had been talking about, and yes, he did feel like he was on cloud nine. This "red happy pill" was a new product on the market. One of the masked females dressed beside him in an unusual vampire costume licked his ears and murmured sweet nothing. Gerald moaned as he forgot a

After I moved into my new apartment, my neighbor, Bianca Ferraro, started showing up at my door every evening for a free meal. I lived alone and always cooked more than I needed. For the sake of keeping the peace, I did not mind sharing. That changed one workday at 3:00 am, when someone pounded on my door and yelled, "Open up! My boyfriend's waiting at the bar downstairs. Make me a cheese platter and open a bottle of red wine. I need to bring it down." I opened the door, still half-asleep, and stared at Bianca standing in the hallway. "You're serious?" She rolled her eyes. "Don't act like it's such a big deal. It won't even take you that long." My temples throbbed. "I'm not your pers

In the sand three large ports with high necks were sitting. “Two cups please, one with honey” Tenac told the man, giving him some coins. The man poured dark brown liquid from one of the pots in to two metal mugs. To one he added honey and let a small piece of honeycomb float in the mug. Tenac took the cups from the man and nodded to Mary in a direction. Mary saw some benches in that direction and went over to them, followed by Tenac. “Thank you” she said as he handed her the cup with the honeycomb. She smelled the liquid. It smelled like nothing she had smelled before. A bitter, rich, smell with a hint of honey. She sipped it and couldn’t quite decide if she liked it or not.

I’m not sure I could count Rosaria as a normal teenager though. Grabbing a glass of Medovukha, I sat on the new couch looking out through the windows. The two on the left had been shattered but you wouldn’t even know. Outside was lit up with the city lights and offices still working. Sipping the sugary and yeasty drink, I sighed. Felicity had made this batch in her push to reach that 12% and with this one she used not just manuka honey but also white jewel strawberries. In her eyes it was a failure at only 10% despite using and importing some of the most expensive ingredients. When she tossed me two bottles, I told her it would be lost on me but she insisted. It was one of her best batches,

Lucrecia follows the dog as she knows the message of the dog tries to convey. "Is there a stranger down there?" Lucrecia asks while walking carefully to go down the hill along with Mood. Mood barks, answering Lucrecia's question. Although she doesn't know the right answer, Lucrecia assumes that Mood says "yes". When they're getting closer to the river, she hears the sound of the river. Afterwards, she hears Boob's voice clearly, until finally she finds out Boob's right next to someone's head. "Is that a human? Is he still alive?" Lucrecia asks, walking closer to Boob. One bark is heard once more from Boob, before finally the dog with the dark yellow color falls silent