My Troublesome Honey Novels & Stories

“The master said that we can only use honey and nothing else, including sugar! Other ingredients might ruin this medicinal formula!” Jessica almost rolled her eyes when she saw her mother suddenly become dramatic. When she couldn't take it anymore, she moved her hand to take the medicine bottle from her mother's hand before saying, “Just leave the medicine with me, and I'll buy some honey tomorrow so I can serve the medicine myself.”

Absolutely divine. The owner—this sweet lady with kind eyes—recommended a lavender honey tea to go with my treats. And let me tell you, it was a game-changer. I took one sip and felt like I was floating in a field of flowers, with little bees buzzing around me. I’m officially obsessed with it now. Who knew lavender and honey could make such a magical combo? It was like drinking a hug. I’m already planning my next visit.

Ah, so it was lettuce. “What did that do, exactly?” “It was mostly just to help with the pain and any growing infections. The honey we will get rid of in the morning but that will help with swelling and healing it.” I was really impressed. “The things you can find in the forest.” “Oh about that, sorry I took so long. I didn’t imagine it would be so hard to find honey.” I smile. It was kind of him to still be thinking about us at a time like this. “I’m sure Gecko really appreciates you doing this for him. And for slaying the giant before it ate him.” Corvu sits down on the other side of me.

Underneath it there were bold red letters : Only You Can Prevent Forest Fires. Cara chuckled to herself and stepped forward to peer into the mirror at her reflection. She thought that it was a little corny. But she appreciated the message and the use of the mirror. It was after all a little creative. Corny. But creative. As she looked into the mirror she smiled at herself briefly before straightening up to walk away. As she turned to move on she heard someone say, "No! Don't go yet!"

“Oh, well, that would explain the angry look I got from her when Jordan and I were at the bar.” “You mean when he kissed you at the bar?” Uku wiggles his eyebrows at me. “We all saw it, Trouble,” he says, smirking. “Trouble?” I ask with a laugh. “Yep, that’s your nickname now, and you’re stuck with it,” he laughs as well. “If he’s with Eva, why would he kiss Elisha in front of her?” Ailani asks. “Maybe he and Eva have an arrangement,” Keoni says. “He has left with other women from here when she’s been working.”

That doesn’t sound ominous at all. I walk toward the table slowly, sitting down in front of the tray. Fresh bread. Honey. Roasted meat. Fruit. It all smells.. incredibly good. Just like last night, I want to stuff my face. “You’re not trying to poison me, are you?” I ask dryly. Tomas snorts. “If we wanted you dead, little queen, we would not go through the trouble of feeding you first.” Fair point. I tear a piece of bread and dip it into the honey.

"Yes, I did. My throat feels much better now. The honey you bought is really good. Even your grandfather, who's not fond of sweet things, finds it soothing." Melody smiled. "I bought it from a beekeeper in the countryside. It has much fewer additives than those processed ones. It's pure and natural, so you and Grandpa can drink it without worries. I'll buy more next time!" Meanwhile, Lucas was still playing with Melody's hair. For some reason, Beatrice was glaring at him.

My elbow dug into the bed, and with my still gaze on him, I pulled the toy down to my boobs, rubbing it on my nipple. “Ron…” I called out, my voice smooth and slow, impossible to resist. His eyes darted from my pussy, to me. “I need something thick…” My lips raised, as my tongue darted out, licking through. “Something thick spilling on my boobs…” His eyes dimmed, “You are tempting me.” “Of course…” I wanted him to snap after all. I thought I had reached my goal, when he stood up. I expected him to strip, get his dick on me, and release his thick cum on me but he reached the end of the room and pulled out a bottle of honey.

Honey. I stood there for a moment. My curiosity, which had genuinely terrible timing, woke up. I started building something. Peanut butter on bread. Pickles layered on top. A careful drizzle of honey over everything. I stepped back and looked at it with the quiet pride of someone who had created something the world wasn't ready for. I was about to devour it when I knocked a spoon off the counter. I bent down to pick it up. Immediately I stood up, the light came on and someone screamed.

Momma Bertha said this is normal, and I didn’t believe her at first, but now I do. Honey is laughing and talking a mile a minute to everyone, and is also playing with Brutus. I look at Stone, and he is just baffled as he watches her. But then I call him over. I received a text when I was at the appointment with Honey. It’s not great news. “Wow, how much sugar did she have?” He asks, and I chuckle.