Ohshc Honey Novels & Stories

I took a glass of orange juice in my hand and drank its content satisfying myself with the freshly squeezed fruit extract. "Well yeah!" Lysa's eyes lit up."Otherwise, he wouldn't risk his life getting honey from an actual beehive in the wild. I love him more after that!" We all laughed our asses remembering that event. Lysa was obsessed about eating honey. And when accidentally left a bottle at home when they had their first hike together in the mountains of Crustwick, she was very upset. Jaxon scanned the whole wilderness just to get her one. And when he did, he ended up being stung by bunch of bees in the process. Good thing he was not allergic to bee stings so it was nothing serious. Alth

“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.”

A little tired of bouncing, Heloise flapped a pair of arms and ran up and through the building and flew into the kitchen like a butterfly. "Ouch, miss, this kitchen isn’t the place for fun." Jane quickly stopped her, "Come on, come on, out with Jane, dear." "I want to gather honey! I want to harvest honey!" Heloise yelled, knocking her head towards the cooking bench as she struggled. Jane rushed to embrace her, Heloise's eyes flickered, and before Jane regained her senses, Heloise had smoothly dropped several pills into the water bottle. Nobody noticed what she had done.

A drop in the ocean for us, but still a chunk of change for Honey. So the club will be telling them to back off. The last thing Honey needs right now is drug dealers sniffing around looking for her. I watch as Honey chews on the end of her pen as she thinks. She has another two pens sticking out of her messy bun. Papers scattered around the table as she takes notes scrolling on her laptop. She is in her element.

Several girls were already having fun dancing! “Emily!! Linda!!” Honey came and hugged Emily tightly as she smiled generously showing all her teeth. “I was wondering when you will come! Come on let me get you two drinks!” Honey led them further inside. There, on a table several snacks and drinks were placed. There were soft drinks as well as beer and Vodka! “What will you have? Vodka?” Honey asked Emily who immediately showed her palm and said, “No, I am not twenty one yet! I will have a juice!”

Yet she stood up laboriously as Mary and Zerden approached her stall. “Good day,” she said. “Good day,” Mary replied. “We’d need a kilo of honey if missus has it.” “I have honey, all right,” said the woman, taking out a large glass jar containing golden honey. “It costs 1 kresi and 5 vorm,”, she said as she put the jar on the table. “That is a good price for such beautiful honey,” Mary said. When Zerden started to tack take out the money, Mary whispered something in his ear. He looked at her questioningly, but she looked sternly back. He shrugged his shoulders and gave the money to the woman.

There was bread and a jar of something that smelled of rosemary and oil, and a portion of the slow-cooked lamb from the stall on the eastern end of the market that Selene had mentioned once, four weeks ago, without intending it as a request. He had remembered. He had not mentioned that he remembered. Petra arrived at six carrying a small paper bag that she placed on the table beside Dax's parcels with an expression of deliberate ceremony. Inside was a single jar of obscenely expensive honey from a shop on the Silvermere high street — the kind that costs more than any honey has a defensible right to cost and that Petra had read about in some article and declared a necessity before anyone agre

A patch of honey had turned dark green. Alarmed, Zelda hurried over immediately. The moment she saw it, her brows furrowed deeply. Before their very eyes, the golden honey darkened.

"This looks wonderful, Thalia – thank you for your thoughtfulness. We couldn't ask for a better start to the day." Eirene climbed onto a wooden chair, her eyes wide as Thalia placed a small plate of warm bread and honey in front of her. "Is this the same honey that goes in the pastries Hermes talked about?" she asked, already reaching for a piece of bread. "Even better, little one," Thalia replied with a kind smile. "This is from the hives right next to Elias's farm – his bees love the flowers in his olive groves."

I’m not sure I could count Rosaria as a normal teenager though. Grabbing a glass of Medovukha, I sat on the new couch looking out through the windows. The two on the left had been shattered but you wouldn’t even know. Outside was lit up with the city lights and offices still working. Sipping the sugary and yeasty drink, I sighed. Felicity had made this batch in her push to reach that 12% and with this one she used not just manuka honey but also white jewel strawberries. In her eyes it was a failure at only 10% despite using and importing some of the most expensive ingredients. When she tossed me two bottles, I told her it would be lost on me but she insisted. It was one of her best batches,