Rin Bee Novels & Stories

Silas I stare at the woman, entranced by the realization and beauty. Lorez seems to notice this and speaks up, “She smells delightful doesn’t she? I researched that your kind are attracted to the scent of melody bee honey from the land of Rashan. I had some imported a few week ago in anticipation.”

"I told you I‌ would g​ive it back." I⁠ dug de⁠eper into the box. My fi‌ngers hit somethi‌ng hard and cold at the v​ery botto‍m. I pulled it⁠ o⁠ut. ‍It wasn't a paper.‌ It was a he⁠avy, silver⁠ ri‍ng. It ha‍d a unique crest, a sna​ke biting i‍ts‍ own tail. My b‌rea​th ca‌u⁠g​ht in my throat. I knew this ring. It was the same crest I h‍a‍d s​een on a wax seal in the​ Archi⁠ves... on the documen‍t⁠s re‍garding the death of Floral.

Spring announced its true arrival not with a whisper, but with a riotous, perfumed shout. The bluff erupted in lupine and poppy, and the air on the Tidewater Trail thrummed with the collective industry of ten thousand bees. The "Bee & Bee" signs were now a beloved landmark, their occupancy rate a running town joke. Miranda had started a "Pollinator's Progress" column in the Clarion, which was read with surprising fervor at the Salty Dog.

That had to win me some brownie points. I was in the midst of looking up the nearest chinese restaurant that would deliver to her neighborhood when a buzzing sound halted my research. My eyes went straight to her face, wondering if she heard it, or if she was so far gone that she wouldn’t move an inch. Her peaceful breathing and lack of stirring gave me my answer. BZZZZ. There it is again. What the hell is that?

Though her tone was calm, the distaste was clear as water from a spring. I chewed on my inner lip to prevent myself from lashing out. She was my mother, and she deserved respect. Brianna Romero was no different from her husband. Though nearly clocking fifty, her stature was no different from a woman in her mid thirties. Her hair always worn in a prim and prime styles, her dressing and grace was no different. It would be nearly impossible to detect she was half Asian. Her urge to always have everything about her perfect was something I always wondered if was inherited from the retired General, in their thirty-nine years of marriage.

Soheila murmured, but the six animals heard it. "Large field of grass and non-woody flowers..." Sirene repeated. Since they don't want other animals or insects to hear them, their voice was too low as they whispered. "Could it be..." Zachary murmured. Soheila's eyes lit up and looked around again to the tall grass. "Bees!" Soheila whispered to the six animals. "Right! This is a meadow where bees usually live. However, it's bigger." Sirene said suddenly.

He lowered his head and his nose brushed the soft skin of her neck, he took in her sweet scent of roses. She suddenly felt hot all over, the most bothersome heat was at the pit of her stomach, it sort to drive her to insanity, she found herself tilting her head to give him better access to her neck, he planted a lingering kiss on the racing pulse there. "Come back to me". He breathed against her skin. "Be mine again". His alluring whispers still tempted her. "Let's go home and work things out". He said.

I said and grandma chuckled. "What?" "You're worried about her? She's a smart girl." I raised my eyebrows when grandma said that. "But still grandma.." I said and at the same time.. I heard the door opened. I turned my head to the door and found Beverly walking in. She's wearing a black nike sports bra and nike shorts. She unplugged her earphones and walked inside. She took off her shoes and when she saw me.. she smiled. My eyes went down to her flat stomach. Her body is full of sweat and I closed my eyes. She does know how to make a man go crazy.

Maybe that's why he was chosen to be the one to train all the Scarletts. "You can only call him Honey. Not Mr Gunn, not his first name, just Honey. Only Honey is allowed." I laugh thinking how awkward it would be during our first meeting next month that I have to call him Honey straightaway. "He would call you B," he ignores my laugh as he always does, being totally serious during our class, "Which stands for Baby. Or Bee the zzzzz. I'm not sure myself but it will be B for you. Or anything he feels like calling you. But the default would be B so whenever he calls B or mentions B, that would be you."

I asked pointing them. "Well devar ji there is a small ritual remaining". Navya said with a mischievous tone. "And what the hell is that". I asked being irritated. "You have to give us something". Roshni said. I nodded. "Ok what you want". I asked impatiently. "Bhai I already told you what I want, Redmie note 9 pro". Roshni said "and for me I want 5 boxes of ferraro rocher". Navya said shrugging.