Melissa Honey

Book 2 of Shadow: "**** ar you oky shld I cll Dnil," he says sounding worried. I don't even know what his saying everything is blurry. "Daniel p-p-please" I beg I don't even know for what but I'm definitely begging. I need to find my release. I need to scream. I need to make noises something anything "Oh I'm down here Mr. Babanin eating my girlfriend out," Daniel says and my eyes widen. No, he didn't. I hear Mr. Babanin chuckle sounding almost pleased by Daniel's answer "That a boy," he says and Daniel winks at me. My mouth drops open in shock "Any tips Mr. Babanin," Daniel asked and now I gasp. Mr. Babanin is a man in his late fifties surely he doesn't have anything to say "All I'm going to say is honey. Lots and lots of honey,"

"Mommy, you have to be the first person to come pick me up, okay?" These are my daughter Dorothy Grant's final words to me when she walked me out of the house this morning. But when I stand at the kindergarten's entrance with a box of Dorothy's favorite strawberry shortcake in my hands, the security guard just stares at me as though I lost my mind. "Ma'am, this place might be where Sunflower Kindergarten is located, but it has already closed its doors for three years. This place is now a retirement home." I rush into the "kindergarten" instantly. The spot where the slide used to be is now replaced by a row of flowerbeds. The room that used to be the classroom now hosts a bunch of elderly people, who bask in the sunlight. With trembling hands, I call my husband, Chester Grant, on the phone. He sounds very exasperated and exhausted over the phone. "Honey, we've been married for five years, and we choose to be childless. You've never given birth before."

Demi menegosiasikan sebuah proyek besar, istriku melakukan perjalanan bisnis selama setengah tahun. Pada hari di mana dia kembali, istriku muncul di hadapanku sambil bergandengan tangan dengan klien utama kami. Ironisnya lagi, bayi dalam kandungan istriku sudah berusia tiga bulan. Klien utama itu, dengan perut buncitnya, melemparkan sebuah kontrak ke arahku. "Pak Edwin, demi proyek ini, istrimu sudah banyak berkorban." "Kalau bukan karena menghormati Melissa, aku nggak akan mau bekerja sama dengan perusahaan kecil seperti punyamu ini!" Istriku menyentuh perutnya yang membuncit itu dan terlihat bangga. "Kontrak ini hasil negosiasiku. Ada satu syarat kalau kamu mau menandatanganinya, kita cerai!" Aku mengambil kontrak itu dan langsung merobeknya menjadi beberapa bagian. "Oke, kita akhiri pernikahan ini. Tapi, aku nggak akan menandatangani kontrak kotor ini!"

"Honey, I am only offering this great opportunity to you. Beside me, you will have nothing to worry about. You will be treated more than a queen were treated. This days, you can't find a man as generous as I am so quit being disobedient and be my mistress." Freen Yildirim and Kaden Zayn Lewis families has been in feud for over centuries, but the two couldn't stop from falling in love with each other. However, their relationship didn't last long because of misunderstandings. They broke up and six years later they met again. Freen returned home from a six years stay in New York because her grandfather(Ali Yildirim) was in a state of a coma. The reason, he lost a bid. That project would have been a big help for their company who is on the verge of bankruptcy but the family of Kaden took it from them. Trying to get back the project, Freen went to confront Kaden, but instead of talking about her purpose, Kaden suddenly brought up their past. Kaden thought Freen aborted his baby so what will happen if Kaden find out that the baby is alive and not just one but two?

"I can't be with you. You have to let me go." "It's a little too late for that, honey, you're mine." Storm Princeton has always been the odd man out. She was the only one in her pack who didn't have a wolf then she became the only one who didn't have a mate, the rejection and reproach from her pack caused her to run away and live in the human world. Storm was now living in the human world in peace until, tall, dark, and handsome Noah Salem blazed into her small quiet life and turned it upside down. Storm went from being mateless to being fully mated in hours, but Noah isn't all that he seems, she never expected him to be a Lycan, not only is he a Lycan, he is an Alpha, she didn't even believe lycans existed and now she was mated to one. She wants out of their mate bond but Noah was refusing to let her go. She is forced to move in with him and meet his people and become their Luna. Storm will do everything she can to be free but will it be worth losing the love that was destined for her?

When the SAT scores are out, I've scored 400 out of 1600. That's because I never wrote anything on my exam papers. My mom goes crazy, whereas my younger sister, Melinda Bolton, bursts into tears. But I just laugh at them instead. In my previous life, Melinda had formed a pact with the score-swapping system. That was how she swapped our SAT scores. She became the top scorer that all prestigious universities fought to recruit. I, the valedictorian of my year, not only got into a trade school, but I also got expelled from my previous high school. Melinda had the gall to comfort me. "Didn't you call yourself a genius, Melissa? Trade schools are very popular right now. In the future, you'll secure a job at a factory out there!" In this life, I spend my exam hours sleeping in my seat the whole time. Melinda wants to swap her scores, right? Then, let's do it properly!

I receive news of my husband being hospitalized after accidentally eating mushrooms causing hallucinations. I ignore the pain in my sprained ankle and limp to the hospital. When I enter the hospital ward, my husband sidesteps me. Instead, he excitedly throws his arms around the young woman behind me. "You're finally here, honey! I missed you so much!" The young woman gives me a challenging look. Then, she wraps her arms around his neck and kisses him, her face red. They cling to each other and act all lovey-dovey like there's no one with them. After a while, my husband seems to realize I'm there. He scratches his head in embarrassment, looking like a young man who's just fallen in love. "Mom has done a good job in maintaining her appearance, honey. She doesn't look like she's 50 at all."

Evan Moore is the perfect husband in everyone's eyes. He gives me a grand wedding and fully supports my career dreams. When I faced a difficult labor, he stayed by my side, kneeling for a full day and night until he nearly passed out from exhaustion. Afterward, he held me in his arms, sobbing until his eyes were red and swollen, his voice trembling with fear. "Honey, let’s not have any more kids… It's just too much." From then on, he spends his days and nights at the monastery, praying devoutly for me and our son, earning the title of the city’s most pious CEO. But one day, by pure chance, I glimpse the handwritten scriptures he keeps so carefully copied. And that's when I realize every word, every stroke, is a confession of his undying love… for his first love. All his tenderness, all his care—it was never truly for me. It was learned for her. I was nothing more than practice—a stand-in for his so-called true love.

After eating a poisonous, hallucination-inducing mushroom, I genuinely thought I’d woken up inside a spicy erotica novel. I was the heroine—a live-in housekeeper working for a rich heir, the kind of impossibly handsome, impossibly wealthy man who only exists in fiction. When I opened my eyes and saw him standing there, I felt… oddly disappointed. I muttered under my breath, “Only six guys? What, do I need to take Sundays off?” The heir let out a short, disbelieving laugh. A slow, dangerous one. “If I’d known you were this bold,” he said, “I wouldn’t have bothered being gentle.” The moment the hallucination faded, I grabbed his sleeve and practically burst into tears. “Honey, I’m sorry. I swear I didn’t mean any of that.” He loosened his tie with maddening calm and murmured, “Relax. No one here takes Sundays off. And if you’re that eager to follow the plot of your little erotica novel… we can start right now.”

Eight months into my pregnancy, my husband finally makes time from his police duties to go to a prenatal checkup with me for the first time. The moment we step into the hospital, his satellite-encrypted phone buzzes urgently. The caller ID flashes briefly, and just like that, the man who's always calm and collected panics. "Honey, it's a red alert. Another international fugitive just crossed the border. I… I'm sorry…" He's clearly anxious, yet his tone is firm, leaving no room for argument. After apologizing, he rushes off. As I watch his SUV speed out of sight, my fist clenches tightly, crumpling the prenatal checkup sheet. I flag down a cab, slide into the car, and swiftly instruct the driver, "Follow that car. Don't lose it." A Red Notice for a fugitive? What a joke. My father, who works at the National Security Agency, barely catches wind of a notice like that. Yet, somehow, a mere police chief who only assists with cases is suddenly tasked with catching a high-priority criminal. Fine, then. I can't wait to meet the superior who's given him such an urgent assignment.