Mad Honey Novels & Stories

What did he just say? "Maddox" Ares warns and I look at them both dumbfounded. "what? I'm just saying it's nice to meet her" he says with a shrug. I let out a breathe I didn't know I was holding and looked up to meet Ares's stare. I guess he was staring at me all this time during this awkward conversation. "can you please stop this Maddox you are literally traumatizing my employee" Ares says with a eye roll as he seats down next to Maddox. "just mind my friend, he is always like this with no fliter in that mouth of his" Ares says as he slaps Maddox's head playfully. I give me a nod as I smile, Maddox is your typically playboy, he is 6 foot something not too tall like Ares, he have these stri

"Your breasts look fuller, you no longer have those tiny lemons of yours huh..?" With a straight face, Merrigold replied. "Does any of the things you said sound appropriate to you? You're deranged. Seek help before it's too late." "It was a compliment, you do not fancy compliments alright noted!" "..." "I love your lemons regardless." "Be quiet, just shut your mouth!" Merrigold hissed. "I LOVE LEMONS!" Austin yelled daring her. "There's actually a lemon tree downhill, Master..." someone responded trying to please him as always. Merrigold felt embarrassed, beyond embarrassed.

Selene asked, eyeing the liquid suspiciously. “Honey mead,” Iris said, taking a sip and immediately coughing. “Very strong honey mead. Like, potentially see God strong.” “Perfect.” Selene took a drink and immediately regretted every decision that had led her to this moment. It tasted like someone had distilled sunshine and violence into liquid form. “Good, right?” Kira was already halfway through her mug. “It’s terrible.” “That’s how you know it’s working!” Three mugs later, Selene was starting to understand the appeal.

"What was the hardest part?" "Learning new territory boundaries," she said without hesitation. "Crescent Valley is mostly flatlands. High Crest's mountains and forests aside from flatlands required completely different navigation skills." "I can imagine." I sipped the tea, pleasantly surprised by its subtle sweetness and floral notes. "This is delicious." "Local wildflower honey from our eastern meadows," she said proudly. "My brother-in-law is one of our beekeepers." She added a touch more honey to her own cup. "Jason tells me you're the scientist behind the blocker formula everyone's talking about."

But I had no other choice but to take her word. “So what are you working on with work by the way?” “Well it’s actually for Edith. They have so much honey. More than they can supply to their town. So we just get buyers and try to find a logistics company.” I suddenly felt my chest tighten. Like something was sitting on it. I tried to take a breath but it didn’t go all the way in. “Sweetie are you okay?” I heard my mom say. In between my breaths I was trying to get words out.

Unable to endure the amusement, she stood up. "I'll prepare warm water for you to bathe in. You must be tired from working all day,” said her and then walked to the room after getting Davino's nod. Not long after, Uncle Bob came bringing souvenirs. Uncle Bob handed a varian of honey bees he had brought to Davino. "What's that?" asked Davino, frowning. “It is honey that can increase the vitality of both men and women. You and Safira can drink at least one spoonful of it a day so she can get pregnant quickly,” explained Uncle Bob, smiling mockingly.

He couldn’t remember her name, but he recalled she was proclaimed to be some sort of prodigy. What he did remember was how devastated Macey had been. In order to console her, Julius had gone to the refreshment area and brought her back a honeybun drizzled in extra honey. Macey’s tears had dried almost instantly at his gift and he was rewarded with a genuine smile. “But she stopped all of a sudden,” March added. [1] An alcoholic drink meant to stimulate the appetite. [2] A pyramid of caramel-covered cream puffs served instead of a cake.

There was a knock on the window, then the door slammed, and from the passage came the voice of grandfather Matvey: - Hostess... - I'm here! - shouted to him, - go to the kitchen. A couple of minutes later I heard: - And I didn’t even have time to come up to the house, I smelled such smells! Well, just like a dear guest you meet. I brought honey here - the forest bees shared, and I made the jam myself - raspberry. Wild raspberries are sourer than garden raspberries, but the aroma is much better. Talk about helping.

It wraps around my wrist, a golden bracelet of liquid sugar. I bring my wrist to my mouth. I lick it. The taste explodes in my brain. But it’s not just sweet. It’s data. Glucose. Fructose. Water content: 17%. Floral source: Clover. I see the molecular structure of the sugar dissolving on my tongue. It is a symphony of chemistry. "Taste it," I say to Alex. He leans in. He licks the honey from my skin. His tongue is rough, warm, biological.

I looked up and smiled at him and held my cup out to him so he could have a taste. “It’s honey mead. The pack makes it. It’s usually brought out for feasts and celebrations. This cask has been aged and hidden away for the last few years. They’re going to start making more of it now.” He took the cup from my hand and lifted it to his nose, inhaling the scent before he took a sip. “Hmm, it’s good, strong but not overpowering. The honey is smooth and sweet but not too sweet. I enjoy it.” He mused with an impressed nod and poured himself some.