Rin Bee Novels & Stories

Hesitant, I tried to find the right words. “Jase, our story is like this place. I am living a life today that exists because of it. I spent two months a year here during summers. This is where my love for bees started. This is how I entered those competitions as a little girl. This is where Tessa spotted me, which led me to you and Chris. But I never brought it back here even though it was always at the back of my mind.” I swallowed.

"Is the baby safe? Is Raven safe?" "For now, yes," the healer replied, reaching into his satchel and pulling out a small glass vial filled with a dark amber liquid. "This is a mild sedative made from willow bark and chamomile. It will settle the tension in his muscles and help him rest. He must remain in bed, Prince Eilis. No stress. No disturbing news." The healer handed the glass vial to Eilis, then bowed deeply, motioning for his assistants to pack up their gear. Calani quietly followed them out to give us privacy, softly closing the doors behind them.

The first offering, when I hear the distinct sound of what seemed to be breathing outside the backdoor that was only a few feet away from us. My heart hammered against my ribs as I bolted upright, my spine shooting straight before I saw the shadow of a deer run past the silver-lit windows and exhaled slowly. Only a deer after all. Nothing to worry about. The maiden was still looking at me when I turned back. Her small boxy teeth worked away at her bottom lip with all the fury of an angry rodent.

The Whitakers lasted longer than most, but the house had grown impatient with their stubborn hope. Michael poured his contractor skills into superficial fixes while Rachel clung to normalcy for the children. Bella, now eight, had become my quiet confidante, leaving notes and trinkets by the sealed basement door. “Lady, please stop being mad,” one scribbled message read. I answered when the house allowed it, shifting a crayon across her desk or brushing cool air across her cheek at bedtime. Those small victories were all I had.

Selene laughed hysterically. "Everything will be fine. You know, Selene, bees fly to drink the nectar of their favourite flower. They fly from one city to another in search of that nectar, and at last, they succeed in finding it. The same goes for us, we humans walk our whole life to find that nectar, and I believe one day you will find that nectar, the nectar of love." Brianna smiled at Selene. She only wishes the best for Selene.

Rose smirked, “Why? You are already missing him?” Bee flushed red as she waved her hand, “No! I am just worried...” Rose smiled before waving the girl a good night and disappearing into her room. After dinner Bee ran back to her room and looked at the road through her window; she was foolishly waiting for him to return even though she knew that he won’t be back tonight. She picked up a white bunny which was her current favourite plushie, hugging it to her neck she asked, “Bunny, do you he will come back?”

Inside the glass jar, a small yellow black bug with purple strips, a bee with a sharp pointed stinger is peacefully gnawing on a strange black flower with petals that looks like a broken skull. Venom opened the lid quickly, and the originally peaceful purple stripe bee started to rouse, speedily flapping its small wings and flying outside the glass jar. It flew into a circle before landing on Venom’s palm. Whispered words fell down and the purple stripe bee suddenly flew up and zoomed, chasing Asha’s direction on the flowing river.

Oh Goddess… Please bless me and my unborn chi— “Excuse me, are you… Brianna Jones from Reverie Entertainment? The main dancer of swan group that went missing months ago?”

I cheered, raising and withdrawing my hands on the air. We heard a pfft sound, so we turned around to see who it was. We saw Bee. She's sitting up on the tree's branch. How did she manage to get up there, I have no idea. Bee is the most famous girl around. Aside from being the same girl who wanted to be a general, she's also pretty and strong. First, Ace, then Loki, she ranks third in our class. "Pathetic," she mumbled. "Are you talking about us?" asked Minnie and cocked a brow.