Mighty X Honey Novels & Stories

The next day, I cheerfully turned on my phone. I was planning to look at some houses, but one message caught my eye. The title read, "Founder of Draxon Group Holds Funeral at Company Headquarters." Draxon Group was the company Daniel had started. I clicked on it out of curiosity. The discussion thread already had thousands of replies. Locals in our city were sharing it everywhere. "I remember that guy! He got punched by his father-in-law at the courthouse and asked why the father-in-law wasn't dead. Turns out it was his own father who died."

shouted a voice from beside Rex, causing him to jolt from the sudden booming voice. Barbun was now standing with his arms outstretched signalling as five servants carrying two large jugs in each hand proceeded to the table, one coming to the table head, placing the two jugs in front of Barbun, Rex and Minet with a bow. “I have kept this barrel of two-hundred-year-old honey mead for a great occasion, and seeing my son now standing on his own and becoming stronger as each day passes is a great day indeed, ALL HAIL THE GREAT PRINCE REX!!” he boomed, grabbing a jug and pouring it out into three cups for Rex, Minet and himself, raising his cup up high.

I again sit on my couch as a old jeopardy show plays on my small TV far in the evening. The couple from yesterday are still going at it in another room in the complex, but this time it's a lot more docile. I grab another chip from the bag, tasting the wonderful salty heaven as it slides down my throat. I also have a sandwich on my lap, two cans of cherry soda, and a few bags of gummy worms. I took a little of the money I've been saving over months and used it to buy all this. However, it

" I looked back to face him. "I have money. More than anyone can imagine. I own a house in Italy, Birmingham, Sweden, New York, California, and in about a few days here. I sold my last one. So I don't want to hear what you have and what makes you rich. I want to know what separates you from half those other rich idiots out there." He was taken back. "You have a bad attitude which probably explains why you're here with that phony. You have nothing special that every other female here doesn't have. So maybe you should be telling me what's so great about you." I walked a few inches towards him so now we were eye to eye. "I am Sugar, that's what's great about me." It was like something clicked i

Walking out of the chapel just after concluding her penance, with strong hopes that this sacrament of reconciliation will bring good tidings to her. She searched through her bespoke Hermes bag to fetch a keyless remote control. Pointing same towards an obsidian black Mercedes-Maybach S650 seated on the all paved parking lot just about 100 feet outside the chapel. Those new pair of silhouette heels still hurts terribly regardless, she needs to walk like a queen.

“But I’ll give you one more gift before I go.” He leaned close enough I felt his breath against my skin. “Mason Vale is the enemy, he wants him dead.” His eyes flicked again to Adrian. “And he’s paying me to make sure it happens.”

I’m tired of speculating. Is there honey, or not??

| Whitney | "Ugggh, I think I had too much ice cream.” Whitney groaned three hours later during the short walk back to their hotel room. Clutching her pierced stomach miserably, the lingering sweetness of ‘Queen Bee’ still taunted the brunette’s taste buds. The honey flavored treat, which included almonds, chocolate covered honeycomb, and English toffee proved too delicious to stop indulging in. Whitney didn’t even want to know how much she had over the course of their fun filled tour. She whimpered, “My belly hurts, Holly!”

Eve said defending me and Max nodded. "Is it possible to forget this kind of thing?" Ethan asked Max while Max tried to make him shut up. "Max will order for me." Eve said gesturing to max and the waiter turned to face max who smiled. "I'll take iced caramel latte, double drip almond milk, no vanilla extract, six pumps of sugar, extra ice, add honey and cinnamon powder put whipped cream too, venti." Max said and I looked at him with wide eyes. Can he really drink that?

"What in the round green earth is a honeycomb?" "The honey thing. With bees and everything. Why on earth would Jesse want sa honeycomb?" We move on to the next item on the list, but they just get stranger and stranger. This mart is for basic student things, not scented candles or sparkling balloons. Magnus begrudgingly calls a taxi. I make a little research and find out the honeycomb Jesse was talking about was a creampuff filled with so much honey it's unhealthy. Why he would want it is beyond me.