Novel & Cerita Sweet Like Honey

My eyes widen in shock, and I'm speechless. A sly smile is plastered on his kissable lips. "It seems that we are destined, honey.”

Of course, Brooklyn doesn't think that's possible, but I won't give up this time. As cheesy as I secretly am, I listened to "fight song" by Rachel Platten on the way here to gain confidence. And now I'm panting and armed with Daria's weakness—Ben & Jerry's strawberry cheesecake. I know she hates my guts for leaving her for three months without a word exchanged, but can she fight her inner cravings?

Honey and Gerald were not going to the Bahamas, but to the so-called popular elite party that Gerald had been raving about for months, and now that they had been personally invited by one of his business partners, he had decided to invite his girlfriend. He smirked as he watched as the host of the party glided down the stairs to his girlfriend, tied up-half naked and drugged up with the red substance the rich and powerful had been talking about, and yes, he did feel like he was on cloud nine. This "red happy pill" was a new product on the market. One of the masked females dressed beside him in an unusual vampire costume licked his ears and murmured sweet nothing. Gerald moaned as he forgot a

I snarked. "Peaches. I love you." He said before he let me go. "I know, Sugar. You're my hero." "Sugar?" he asked with a lifted eyebrow. "Yeah, 'cause you're so sweet," I told him with a grin, remembering how Honey got her name. "I'm not sure how I feel about that," he said. "I like it because it's the complete opposite of you when you treat me like a slave. Those times you're pretty salty," I reasoned.

My friends shot me questioning glances, but I ignored them, especially when Josh responded to my message. Josh Rain: I remember one time Sissy said she wanted Rodnie to call her like that (laugh emoji). She said "honey" means that in Korean. I felt my cheeks blush again after Josh's reply. I quickly took a sip of water when I choked on my food. "Are you okay, Yannie?" Jomar quickly asked, handing me a glass of water. I took it and drank. "Why do you use your cellphone while eating?" Jomar scolded me, causing my three friends to pause and look at us.

I was going crazy with my desire for her though I was enraged with what she did. "H-honey please. don't be mad. I'm sorry..." she uttered while trying hard not to cry. I didn't answer. My eyes went down her cleavage. I couldn't think straight now. Her tits which were rising and falling because of her ragged breathing felt so soft against my chest. "S-sorry. I'm really sorry honey," her voice was like a whisper which made me close my eyes for a moment. The way she called me honey was music to my ears. I opened my eyes and looked at her pretty features. Her dark brown eyes were misty but smoky.

“Two more weeks. Maybe three.” He nodded slowly. “Three weeks is fine.” She let out a careful breath. “Thank you.” “You already thanked me,” he said. “Stop thanking me.” She looked at him. He was looking at the meadow, but his ears were red. She looked away and smiled at her boots. Chapter 7: The Honey House The honey house sat between the farmhouse and the hive yard, small and wooden, smelling of wax and sweetness and something older underneath. Silas used it for extraction, for storage, for the quiet work of processing frames. He’d never offered to show it to her. She’d never asked.

"Ms. Valenti, congratulations. You have passed the screening for the confidential experiment. If you join the program, you'll need to travel to Silvercrest, and your domestic identity will be erased. Are you willing to participate?" I had planned to refuse. Lorenzo had always loved me as if I were his entire world, and at that moment, I was carrying his child. I had thought we would finally have a peaceful, happy family. But it seemed that was no longer true. Once the dancer finished her routine, Lorenzo's men called for her to stay and have fun with them.

It wraps around my wrist, a golden bracelet of liquid sugar. I bring my wrist to my mouth. I lick it. The taste explodes in my brain. But it’s not just sweet. It’s data. Glucose. Fructose. Water content: 17%. Floral source: Clover. I see the molecular structure of the sugar dissolving on my tongue. It is a symphony of chemistry. "Taste it," I say to Alex. He leans in. He licks the honey from my skin. His tongue is rough, warm, biological.

This fucking Demigod looked like he had just walked out of a magazine. I had always wondered how he'd look while naked. Sorry, us. And here we were, clothes ripped off and ready for sin. “You'd be my stepsister in a few weeks, don't you care?” I shook my head quickly, almost like cutting him off. “No, I don't.” “This is forbidden.” He pressed a smirk on his lips. He wasn't just interrogating me, he wanted to know the level of my desperation—how eager I was for this. “Rotten Fruit tastes sweetest,” I mentioned, grinning like an idiot. “Soren, now I don't care about fucking taboos.”