Silk And Honey Novels & Stories

His thumb brushed my lower lip gently “Maybe,” he said softly.. “The golden Honey that is swimming in your veins,” he murmured, voice velvet-soft yet insistent, “Belongs to him after midnight.” My eyes flicked back to the delicate beading on the fabric of my dress. Each tiny crystal caught the faint light, shimmering mockingly—like shards of ice mocking me. It was a cruel beauty. Elijah’s voice broke the silence again, low and velvety. “He likes to mark what’s his,” he said, a hint of a smile curling at his lips..

I was going to give him a meal that ensured nobody would be speaking for a very, very long time! I reached into the back of the pantry, past the organic honey and the Himalayan salt, to my "Specialty Chemistry" shelf, the one the head chef didn't know about. I pulled out a jar of Ultra-Grade Manuka Honey and a concentrated extract of Marshmallow Root and Xylitol Glue. "You want to trap me, Julian?" I muttered in my real voice, a low growl that would have sent my board of directors running for the hills. "Let’s see how you handle the silent treatment."

Leo, the young stepson; Marcus, the giant guard; and Silas, the muscular gardener. "I want to taste the earth," Sarah whispered. She reached into a basket on the table. It was full of fresh honey from the estate’s bees and a jar of thick, cold cream. She poured the honey over her thighs. It looked like liquid gold in the moonlight. Then she took the cream and smeared it over her belly and her pussy. The white cream stood out against her tanned skin. "Silas, come here," she commanded. "Clean me. Use your tongue to taste the honey and the cream. I want to feel the dirt on your hands while you do it."

"What?" "Test the structural integrity of the fabric," Silas said, his eyes glinting with a dangerous, icy amusement. "If you can pierce the cloak with your steel, I will surrender the Ridge’s entire supply of honey-oat biscuits to the South for the next year. If you fail... you will spend the afternoon learning how to cable-knit."

“You always were your mother’s daughter.” He pulled out a thin packet from his briefcase. A contract. “Sign this non-disclosure agreement. End things with Dominic quietly. And in return, I give you full control of Silken Group’s expansion in Asia. It’s a kingmaker deal. One signature.” Lana stared at the pen. Her hand trembled. Was power worth peace? Her phone buzzed on the table. She glanced at it Dominic calling. She didn’t answer. Malcolm’s voice dropped lower. “He will ruin you, Lana.”

It was the first time they had ever heard her reply to anything. “That’s enough, she was at most curious. If you are going to eat, do it quietly,” his father, Henry, interjected. His mother seemed to find his words funny. If one did not look clearly, they would have thought that she was sneering. “Are you blind?” Lilac asked and Henry paused in shock. “What did you say?” he asked. “It seems you are deaf too,” Lilac answered, and Jason heard his grandmother gasp, “You are calling me deaf?” Henry asked.

The Silken Frost Revel had taken over the manor’s moonlit terrace garden, where long banners of enchanted silk in shades of midnight blue and silver drifted from the trees like living veils. Guests moved between the hanging silks in slow, sensual dances, the fabric shifting and parting to create fleeting pockets of privacy while soft chimes and low drums played. The silks were said to absorb whispered longings and carry them to the winter spirits, cleansing the heart before the solstice’s final nights.

"It’s a partnership. And Silas has always had an eye for quality and craftsmanship over... inherited legacy. Isn't that right, hount?" The 'honey' felt like a lie on my tongue, but it hit the mark. Silas’s eyes flared with something I couldn't identify. He looked down at me, and for a moment, the performance shifted. He leaned down, his face inches from mine, his breath warm against my skin. "Exactly right," he murmured. And then, he kissed me.

And those close to Elijah could only be… "Mrs. Finch Senior, Mr. Jonathan's subordinate, Leonard, mentioned that not long ago, Mr. Xanth was looking for an antique calligraphy painting and even considered having someone replicate it," Anna shared, recalling Leonard's nonchalant revelation. Eleanor eagerly asked, "What kind of antique calligraphy is it?" Anna thought for a moment before answering, "It's the 'Lindisfarne Gospels' I think… Yes, that's it! Apparently, Mr. Xanth has been searching for the original for quite some time but hasn't been able to find it.

But with these creatures, that’s a different matter. Humans grabbed by their feet; the creatures continue to fly through the tunnels. Thanks to the honey’s sticky characteristic, it’s not easy to remove it from their body just by facing the wind. A big familiar opening has been seen, and the team knows that they are now reaching their destination – the queen’s nest.