Romans & histoires The S-class Guide As Sweet As Honey Novel

Hello dear readers and subscribers, thank you all for your comments and support. I have decided to make this chapter free as a New Year’s gift to you all. Happy 2022! Kayola sneaks cookies And a bottle of milk Into her lover’s cell He ravenously eats them But that’s not all He eats tonight!

Jill’s POV I was glad that Steve was staying behind at the pack with Vic. Between Steve, Vic and Charles I felt confident that the girls would be made to feel at home in no time. Now it was time for us to go to the council to see what fate they would choose for Zane and the Alpha’s. I was over the moon when Chad mentioned stopping for coffee on the way. The boy sure knew the way to my heart. I felt so happy and relaxed on our way to get coffee. I let Chad get out and place the order, but soon I felt restless and wanted to be close to him. I climbed out of the car and skipped into the coffee shop only to see him stood talking to some hot chick. I felt my heart break, he told me that he loved

He finishes with a shudder and a groan, spilling down my throat while his hand still cradles my neck like he’s afraid I’ll disappear. And when he pulls me to my feet and kisses me again deep, sticky, slow, I still taste everything. The sweetness. Sweeter than any honey I’ve ever tasted. The heat. Him. And I want more.

"We must take her now, sir. They're back!" The world went black. Selena didn’t remember collapsing. One second she was staring at the sky, numb and broken. And the next, nothing. When her eyes opened, all she saw was a ceiling painted gold. This wasn’t heaven nor was it hell, it was familiar. She had seen this kind of luxury before, back at William’s residence. But this was something else entirely. "You’re finally awake." The voice was deep. It held no warmth, only a quiet intensity that made her heartbeat quicken. Selena tried to sit up, but her body screamed in protest.

“The girl just dismantled the ice queen in front of a Dutch master. The scene is already over. Now I’m just providing the exit music.” I looked between them, my pulse thrumming in my ears. It was a literal manifestation of the pomegranate I’d just described. To my left, Jax: the safety, the protection, the man who wanted to fix the world so I could fit into it. To my right, Asher: the fire, the chaos, the man who wanted to burn the world down so I didn't have to fit in at all. The class was staring. Sloane was seething. Mrs. Higgins was fumbling for her phone to call security.

The glass was clear and shone brightly, making the view even more panoramic. Snow had piled up and melted into water puddles around them. The glittering city lights below made them feel as if they had stepped into a fairytale world. There were flowers everywhere that weren't in season. They bloomed in vibrant colors in flower pots, and a faint floral scent filled the air. Chester led Giselle forward by the hand. The carpets beneath their feet were soft, fluffy, and stretched out ahead of them. Harry started getting excited and squealed like a hamster. "It's a proposal! Chet is going to propose to Giselle!"

L smoothly said as if his previous action of pinching the bodyguard to interrupt him wasn't seen by the family. To be so shameless must be a gift. “Of course, it was our pleasure hosting you...” Arya spoke as calmly and fluently as she could muster. She hoped that all the high-class novels she had read in the city library won't fail her. “Then I can leave in peace... Goodbye.” And in less than a minute, the two of them had left their house. “And also, your home truly is lovely...” Mr. L commented as the car drove off.

And of course he is, leaning against the cool gray metal like it belongs to him, arms folded, that infuriating half-smile tugging at his mouth. Golden boy. Prince of Blackridge. Devil in a school tie. I stop a few feet away, my bag strap biting into my shoulder. “Move.” He tilts his head like he’s actually considering it, then shrugs. “No.” My jaw tightens. “Some of us actually need to get to class.” “Relax, Sinclair.” His voice is velvet over broken glass—smooth but dangerous. “This won’t take long.” The hallway buzzes around us, students rushing past, slamming lockers, laughing too loudly. None of them glance our way for more than a second. It’s like they can sense something sharp in the a

I hear kissing noises then a door shut down the hall. I finally reach my class after realizing that I've already missed 30 minutes from dealing with Fuckboy and the whiney slut. I quickly open the door to find 20 sets of eyes along with the teacher staring back at me. " My bad" " You're late, what's your name?" " Sorry about that I got lost, my name is Saskia." "Okay just don't let it happen again, there's a seat back by Toni, Toni raise your hand please." I look to see a sexy guy with black hair and grey eyes sitting all the way in the last row on the left side. I make my way over and drop my bag as I sit in the seat. I get comfortable only to realize someone was still staring at me. Lookin

The air is thick with the sweet aroma of honey and milk, a harmonious blend that stirs desire and longing. Each breath fills me with a craving beyond the scent alone. It's like honey and milk hold the key to unspoken desires, tempting me to indulge in their warmth and sweetness, igniting a stirring within me. The scent speaks a silent language, conveying a deep understanding and wrapping me in a comforting familiarity. It whispers of intimacy, leaving behind promises I can't quite recall fulfilling. "Look at that!" Hunter's voice echoes in my mind, catching me off guard. "Leave it," I scold him internally, trying to resist the urge to look.