Sweet As Honey Novels & Stories

I said, placing the honey tea in his hands. "Did you make this?" He asked after taking two sips of it. I nodded. It was something I used to make as a child whenever I got sick. The honey tea is a sweet mild drink that includes herbs, honey, and lemons. Alexander drank the whole bottle of it, and I hoped he liked it.

I pretended not to notice and asked, "Can I borrow your phone?" He nodded and handed it to me. I quickly tried calling Daniel again. As soon as he picked up, I hurriedly said, "Daniel, your whole family got stung by wasps. It's really serious! Transfer the money for the surgery to me now!" I thought he would ask how much, but after two seconds of silence, he cursed at me, "Linda, if you want money, you don't have to curse my family!" I was stunned, then quickly explained, "I'm not lying. They really were stung and are now in the ICU. We have to raise money immediately for the surgery."

The way everyone else orbits around them says enough. At the head of the table is a girl with hair so glossy it reflects the overhead lights like spun gold. She doesn’t eat so much as toy with her salad, her manicured fingers slicing leaves into smaller pieces she never bothers putting in her mouth. Every time she laughs, the sound makes the room tilt a little toward her, like gravity itself bends to her will. She’s not just beautiful. She’s terrifying. And I know without being told—this is the queen bee. Her name, whispered in the halls this morning, was Victoria Hale. Daughter of some real estate mogul, old Blackridge money. Her family has enough property in this town to own the ground we’

Her eyes teary eyes searched deep into my soul, as she brought them to meet mine. I looked away and took a gulp from the bottle. I had nothing to say. I was unaware of the lack of distance between us. When did we get this close with barely an inch barrier? I opened my mouth to speak, to ask my she still wanted to see me despite all I said to her. But all I could mutter was her name as I found myself getting lost in her slightly green eyes. "Flare..." My voice was groggy and husky as my breaths became slow. That was all I could say because then, all I could feel were her soft lips against mine.

I highly doubt that. As soon as we reached the penthouse I saw mom standing in the living room. She walked towards me and hugged me tightly. “How are you my sweet little girl” Suzie came in too and heard mom. “Yeah, your sweet little girl got herself pregnant with a mafia’s child” she was always annoyed when mom called me her sweet little girl. “Don’t talk nonsense, Suzie. She’s your sister; not to mention twin.” Mom scolded her and we all entered the living room. Mom made me sit on the couch and went into the kitchen. She made tea for us all and we had our loveliest family get-together of all time.

It was soothing but my tongue immediately caught the lack of sweetness. "Could you add another teaspoon of honey in it?" "No, Luna." she quickly answered. I groaned dramatically and leaning back against the cushions. "Oh, come on, Lydia. Just a little." But she crossed her arms lightly. "Doctor Neri specifically told you to lessen your sweet intake now. Warm milk with only a hint of honey is already good for you." Ver giggled into her tea. "But Lydia, my pups said they want sweeter milk." I teased while patting my stomach for emphasis.

he commanded. I parted my lips immediately. Alex stepped closer and fed me his honey-coated cock. The sweetness exploded across my tongue, mixing with his natural salty musk in the most sinful way. I moaned loudly around him, sucking eagerly, licking every sticky drop as I bobbed my head with renewed hunger. The honey made everything messier Wet, slippery sounds echoed as I slurped and sucked, strings of honey and spit running down my chin and neck. “That’s it,” Alex groaned, voice rough with pleasure. “Clean every drop like a good little brother.”

I’m tired of speculating. Is there honey, or not??

She sipped on her cocktail and continued with her explanation. "That said, we have millionaires and billionaires as clients here Lorraine. That's why we keep it close. There are no sluts, whores, nor strippers in our list of sugar babies, almost all of them are socialites just like yourself. Most will want to have sex with you. While the older daddies, usually just want the companion of a beautiful young woman by their side. Just because they can. As for boundaries of sex, that's for you and your sugar daddy to talk about, and will remain private amongst you both." My turn on sipping my cheap soda. But she quickly ordered my favorite vodka cherry. "It's on me, just because you took your time

He’d loved me. Until I dumped him. Sighing, I sank back against the vinyl booth and eyed the door. Maybe Wes was going to stand me up. A small, petty little way to get back at the girl who’d broken his heart. I picked up a packet of artificial sweetener and began shaking it. Around me, the stares were obvious. In the corner, Dottie Daniels, founding member of the Blue-Haired Biddies, sipped her tea and sent poisonous looks my way. For a nice old lady, she sure did have the evil eye down.