My Troublesome Honey Novels & Stories

It wasn't just the warn water she asked, it was her favourite honey water. "I added a bit of honey to make it taste. Hope you don't mind," Seth answered casually like it was the right thing to do. After he had made that request to Mr Jones, he had taken the liberty to look into what she likes. It was not that hard to find since her family saw well known and these simple things were there on the internet.

The door did not open, and whoever had knocked was gone. But when I finally looked at the tray of food, I noticed something different. Something that i had not noticed there before. There was a small pot of honey. The kind that came from the southern territories, where the flowers bloomed in spring and the bees made honey that tasted like sunshine. I had not seen honey like that since my mother died. And beside the honey, was a small cup of tea that was still warm, and still steaming. There was no note, no message, and no sign of who had left it.

She stood up and went into the cottage, returning a moment later with a bundle of dried blue-bells and a small jar of thick, golden honey. "This is Moon-Blossom honey," she explained. "It won't stop the Heat—nothing can—but it will take the edge off the fever. And these flowers? Put them in your bath. They’ll help Félix stay focused so he doesn't just turn into a mindless beast the moment he touches you." I took the items, my fingers brushing hers. "Thank you, Maya. I don't know what I’d do without you." "You’d probably just accidentally vaporize the Great Hall out of sheer horniness," Maya winked, making me gasp in mock-outrage. "Go on, get back to your fortress. And Emma?"

He shivered visibly and pulled the blanket higher around his chest. “You want to know the worst part?” he whispered. “I loved you. Even while I was killing you, I loved you. I called you honey because that’s what you were to me. My honey. My everything. And I destroyed it. I destroyed us.” Tears slipped down his wrinkled cheeks. He did not wipe them away. He just let them fall, his eyes fixed on the space where I stood.

"Is it not?" "Honey is deceptively complicated." She says it with the face she makes about things she knows deeply. The focused serious one. "The floral notes change everything downstream. You can't just add honey and expect it to behave." "Tell me." She looks at me. "You don't need a lecture on honey." "I want one." "Dominic." "Emma." I lean back. "Tell me about honey."

| 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!”

Who is the person to give all this? “Hazel, pride of my mansion! I am pleased to see you. Good morning, how did you sleep, huh?” Honey was dripping from her tongue but alas, the honey was mixed with sugar. Something fake and indigestible. “Come here, we’ve got a big deal and I want to go there and take care of my customers, as we know how beautiful you are…” she threw a fake smile in her direction. Like always!

Not after Killian assaulted a human. The girls and I have worked so hard. We built the bee hives. The herb garden. It took so long for the cuttings to sprout. We killed a lot before they took root. And then after we mastered growing them, there were the plagues: slugs, spider mites, whiteflies. One step forward, two steps back. Another honey vendor showed up one day, and they had dandelion honey and sourwood honey and all different types, not just clover. Then another showed up. Then every farmer had honey, and our profits hit the crapper.

Two months later, Dewy Honey Shop's business was only improving. More women kept coming in, and I became more and more proficient. Today, a new customer came in—a young girl no more than twenty years old. She timidly walked into the shop, her eyes red and swollen. She had clearly been crying. "Do you really have that kind of honey here?" She asked in a low voice. "What kind of honey?" I pretended not to know. "The kind... that makes men obedient. " She blushed. "My friend introduced me to this place."

Since Richard's heart was not with me, I would leave. Plenty of men were interested in me, and I did not need him. That night, I drank too much and accidentally ate mango, which I was allergic to. Red rashes broke out all over my skin. I slept at Emily's place for a long time, and when I finally woke up, I realized my phone had died. I did not think much of it until I got home and saw Richard with bloodshot eyes. His hair was disheveled, and his clothes were wrinkled. He looked like he had not slept all night.