Novel & Cerita My Troublesome Honey

“If it’s related to your lycan, yes.” I took another sip of the tea. It was then I noticed that the sweet scent in the air came from the tea. “What kind of sweetener did you use for this?” His eyes brightened. Like someone had turn on a lightbulb hidden behind them. His back straightened and a smile crawled into his face. He looked ecstatic. Weird. Especially over a cup of tea. “It’s royal honey made from wild bees,” he replied. “Do you like it?” I took another sip. “It’s too sweet.”

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.

When the batter was finally ready, I poured it into the baking tray and placed it inside the oven. Then I started preparing the filling, adding honey, milk, sugar, food coloring, and the remaining ingredients. That's when Ethan suddenly frowned. "Wait..." He stepped closer. "What exactly are you making?" I stayed silent. His eyes landed on the jar of honey in my hand. His expression instantly darkened. "Don't tell me you're making macarons... with honey." I nodded slowly. "And who the hell gave you permission to make that in my house?" His voice exploded through the kitchen, sending a violent chill down my spine.

"Just a classic? For the VIPs?" "Not classic," Harper replied, her voice leaving absolutely no room for debate. She was already in motion, her hands flying across the premium spice rack. Her fingers wrapped around a delicate glass jar filled with vibrant, dried culinary lavender. Next, she retrieved a heavy jar of rare, dark forest honey. "We are using lavender. Wild forest honey sourced directly from Provence. And we will torch the sugar canopy until the surface cracks with the exact texture of shattered glass."

I promise you will enjoy it, she said, beaming with so much joy. She's not wrong, Akira muttered amused. Hazel has never seen anyone so happy to be a maid she thought, shaking her head. Hazel picked the bread tentatively, she took a bite. Then another. Then she was devouring the entire tray like a starving animal. Piper watched with joy and satisfaction “Good right?, chef Marco makes the best honey bread in all the territories.” “It's incredible”, Hazel said between bites, not caring how undignified she looked. Slow down,Akira scolded. You will choke and embarrass yourself.

This time, it only got louder and more frantic. My chest tightened as a bad feeling hit me. I pulled out my phone to call Estelle, only to notice a message she had sent 15 minutes earlier. [Honey, I booked a postpartum recovery session this morning, so I went to the clinic early to get in line. Let's have lunch together later!] Something felt wrong. The moment the elevator doors opened, I ran straight for the apartment. That damn Lillian! If Estelle wasn't home, she might've just let Belle cry and not bothered to check on her.

But he had chosen to leave, to disappear, to hide in the shadows while I ate his food and read his words and tried to make sense of a man I did not understand. I picked up the bread and tore off a piece, and the warmth of it spread through my fingers and into my chest. I dipped it in the honey and put it in my mouth, and the sweetness filled my tongue, and I closed my eyes and tried to remember the last time I had eaten something that tasted like this. The honey was rich and golden, with a floral undertone that reminded me of summer, of flowers, and of warmth that had nothing to do with fire.

"Manhattan honey tastes like it's in a hurry." I was tasting the new spring batch. The first of the season. Always the best of the year, the bees having been at the early blossoms, the honey carrying something specific and temporary that was gone by summer. "Well?" June said. I held it on my tongue. Thought about it. "The cherry blossoms," I said. "You have hives near the park." "Prospect Park," she said. "Three hives. You're the only customer who tastes them." "They're there," I said.

I could feel my hair becoming really sticky because of the eggs and flour. “Oh, so you still want more? Don’t worry honey, I still have more here!” She said as she took out a bottle of honey syrup. Damn these witches. Wasting so much food.

"I mean, did you see yourself sniffing around the kitchen like a mad women." "I wasn't sniffing.." I replied with a scowl on my face. "You were sniffing like a dog and the next thing you said was it smells like pumpkin and you wanted pumpkin." Laura said making me feel utterly embarrassed. "Uh.. I said butternut." I told her in a low voice. "You know what pumpkin, butternut, whatever.." She peeved, I was start to think.. I'm annoying. "Where are you going with Luka anyways?" "He said he wanted to go to the beach and see the sunset or something.." I shrugged.