Mad Honey Book Club Questions Mga Nobela at Kwento

Mama is mine. END OF CHAPTER 14

We both had moved on. Yeah, I was lying to myself. I pulled away from her first and kissed her forehead. “Are you hungry? I heard there’s gulab jamun for dessert.” And just like that, it felt like we had never lost each other in the first place. If you want, you can join Mahi Mistry's F******k Group or Page: Author Mahi Mistry and also follow her on I*******m @authormahimistry to keep up with the recent updates regarding her books! You can access all the books + bonus content on her P*****n Page Mahi Mistry.

"It is not my fault the honey cakes do not taste the same when his wolf makes them, is it? Let us see if the cakes are any better when your wolf mixes the grains." Joe crosses his arms tight over his chest and stares at them in total disbelief when they begin to discuss whether to make sweet sugar crusts or berry drops today, only to decide right away that they will make both batches for the pack. Joe thought Michael would be just as awkward around Grandma as Joe has been around the Jackson royal family at the Citadel, but that is not the case at all.

"But only if you promise to keep making the honey-cakes. The 'Perfect' version of you probably forgets the honey." We stepped into the light of the morning, the map of the future held tight in our hands.

It was hunting—methodically, patiently, moving toward the exact thing every wolf's biology was built to protect. And somewhere north of here, an Alpha I'd spent five years refusing to think about had just become its newest target. I closed the notebook. I didn't sleep at all that night. Sun came through the kitchen window at the right angle for once, catching the honey jar Remy had commandeered for his toast. "It goes on everything," he informed Oliver, spreading it thick. "That's the whole point of honey." "It's not supposed to go on eggs." Oliver cut his own toast into four even squares, unbothered by the argument. "That's disgusting."

Whether she was willing to listen to me or not, I was going to do what I wanted to. I dropped the idea of going back to check up on Darius as Hazel got into describing what had happened in the book she'd just finished reading. Apparently, it was a love story between a mafia heir and a runaway princess. While I would always jump on an opportunity to read, I couldn't help but countdown the minutes that was left till it was time. Around an hour later, the said time arrived

Madison, who was only five years older than Cynthia, was excellent at cooking and made sure the kids had a wonderful lunch. “This is the best mango pie I ever tasted in my whole life.” I praised Madison while she was busy baking cookies for Devon and Diana and made sure it was ready before they woke up for their snacks. “I can’t even compare this to the ones I tasted in the pack manor before I—” I suddenly realized it was an awkward topic to talk about when Cynthia and Madison looked at each other uncomfortably.

Sai was flipping through flashcards, and Milo was doodling something suspiciously close to a stick-figure wolf in the corner of his notebook. “Okay,” I said finally, closing my book with a sigh. “If I read one more sentence about trade routes, my brain’s going to melt.” Sai dropped her pen dramatically. “Finally. I thought you’d never quit.” Milo stretched, his shirt riding up just slightly as he leaned back. “So… how about we celebrate surviving the world’s most boring subjects?” Sai perked up immediately. “Pizza Hunt?” I smiled. “Or the café near the park. Their milkshakes are unbeatable.”

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Was she here the whole time? She wasn’t done with her dramatics. She pulled back, still clutching Kael’s arm. “I’ve been thinking,” she announced with the same confidence she used when entering a room, “maybe I should join this book club too. I’d love to read something scandalous and fun.” Maya smiled politely. “We’re always open to new members.” “Perfect!” Hazel beamed, then turned toward me with a sharp glint in her eyes. “But… if I’m going to join, don’t you think the president should set the right example?”