Mighty X Honey Novels & Stories

Tems said, smiling meanly as he played with her hair. Honey gulped down emptiness. He was saying the truth. But she will never admit it. “Why don't you stand beside me, fight for me, and I promise you won't regret it,” Tems smirked. “I know what you want, you want to be LUNA, and trust me, I can make you one but that's if you are going to be on my side.” Honey remained silent, it was true, she wanted to LUNA, she wants the pack to bow to her and worship her. She wants to have power in her hands!

Jerry squatted in front of me, rubbing my belly, “How can I find another woman? If having you is more than enough. I'm not the old Jerry, I really thank God to have a wife like you. A wife who can be everything and is so perfect. " My tears just dropped then, I quickly wiped my tears roughly. "Can I call you honey?" I said with teary eyes. "Yes, of course." END Thank you for reading, and following this story. Once again, thank you. Maybe a lot is still missing too. Thank you.

Max said truthfully, taking out a pack of cigarette, but Mia snatched the pack away from him. "You dare to smoke in front of me?!" Mia yelled. "Babygirl, we have strong lungs." Blaze cooed. "Could you please not call your mate babygirl? I'm sorry but it bothers me." Jayla asked with anxiety, she was about to have a mini anxiety attack. You need guts to tell him something that you don't to hear or see. "Why not?" He asked curiously. Jayla widened her eyes, clearing her throat. "Because—" "She thinks you are Massimo from 365 days, damn baby didn't know you watched that kind of movie." Max chuckled interrupted up, he picked her up to put her in his lap, she squealed and hides her blushing face

He doesn't even know if Lian would be comfortable with that yet. The smell of fresh pastries entered their senses a few feet away from the shop. Lian grabbed his hand and pulled him inside the shop, clearly excited about what they had to offer. CAllum's cheeks were tinted pink as Lian kept his hand in his while browsing through the array of pastries that lined the display shelves. "Could I get a mango danish, a slice of strawberry shortcake, a butter croissant, and an everything bagel with cream chees. For the drinks one citrus earl grey and matcha latte," Callum ordered at the counter.

Ambrose whimpered as Matthew swirled his tongue around the tip. He wrapped his hand in MAtthew's hair and pushed him deeper down his cock. Matthew choked when he felt Ambrose hit the back of his throat but he quickly recovered as he took him deeper. Ambrose's grip on his hair got tighter as he lifted his hips, thrusting into Matthew's mouth. Matthew held onto the chair as Ambrose fucks his mouth. His pace started getting quicker and he covered his mouth to suppress the moan erupting from his throat as he came inside Matthew's mouth.

Gulping, she whispered, “Sarah Mikkelsen.” Humming, I bit down on the biscuit, gazing at her from head to toe. “A tip. Do you want a cream? anti pimple therapy? for reducing the pimples on your face. I'm pretty sure with this type of face of yours no one would be able to approach you, so it will do wonders for you if you want to get a boyfriend.” I sweetly smiled at her. A tear rolled down her cheek whilst gasps and snickers were heard around us.

“It’s not humiliation when it’s the truth, sweetheart. The only mistake you made was not being smart enough to tell me to keep my mouth shut beforehand.” I’d jabbed at his intelligence, but he didn’t rise to it. He changed the subject instead, probably because strangling me in the middle of Bobby’s engagement hall would cause a scene. “What does the H stand for?” “What?” “In your name earlier. You introduced yourself as Knox H. Graye. What’s the H stand for?” I cocked my head, my smirk tugging deeper. “What? Curious much about me?” “Yes.” He said it flat, dead serious. Which only made it funnier.

I couldn't help but be drawn to this enigmatic person, and the intoxicating scent that seemed to surround them. A primal instinct roared to life within me, and a low, rumbling growl vibrated through my chest. "Mate!" my wolf snarled, the word echoing in my mind like a battle cry. As if sensing my wolf's claim, the stranger's head snapped around, their eyes locking onto mine with an unnerving intensity. A single word spilled from their lips, husky and raw: "Mate!" The moment our gazes met, reality seemed to warp and twist. My mind recoiled in horror as I took in the stranger's features—the sharp jawline, the piercing eyes, the chiseled physique. This couldn't be happening.

I hate him and I will kill him, I will make him pay for destroying my family and my pack. “I knew that you would want revenge so I found a way to stop you from ever getting it even when you get your power. I have found a way to keep you as my little puppet for as long as I would want you around.” Alpha Zyn said with a chilling grin as he walked around me in a circle. He clicked a button on his phone and the door opened a woman walked in. I recognized her immediately, every werewolf knows and fears her, Christella fidoria the most powerful witch ever known to wolf kind, I began to panic.

We both leaned in at the same time and took a bite. The moment the hot sauce hit my tongue, I grinned. It was exactly as good as I remembered — sweet, tangy, with that perfect little kick. But Nyla’s reaction was even better. Her eyes widened dramatically, and she let out a little surprised moan as she chewed faster, fanning her mouth with her free hand. “Wow, it’s actually really nice!” she said, nodding enthusiastically, still chewing. “Even with chips! The sweetness hits first, then that little kick… it’s like my mouth is dancing!”