Vivacious Honey Novels & Stories

Sitting on the table was an elegant tumbler with a small note beside it: “Warm honey water to help ease your hangover.” Hazel smiled faintly. This was the first time she had gotten drunk since moving in with Cassandra, and embarrassment immediately washed over her. She pulled out a wooden chair, unscrewed the tumbler, and was greeted by the sweet aroma of honey. She took a sip, and the warmth instantly soothed her queasy stomach and irritated throat. Once she felt considerably better, Hazel quickly freshened up and stepped outside the pavilion.

I blurted out my words. "You know what they say...get them while it's hot!!" She took another shot and drink it down in seconds, while with her other hand she pushed my glass to my front. I groaned at her and face my death, and gulped it down in seconds. So, that's her wise words for me?... get them while it's hot? My mind was already blurry, but I'm sure that line had something to do with food. Oh, what the hell...I'm following her wisdom. My good old wise wild child dearest friend.

"Not surprising. You'd have known if it was cheese or something edible though." I ignore that as he stares at it before looking at my neck, "Ha. Gluttony." Then he shakes his head, "Oh, Vanessa. I can't take this. I'm not one of you." "Well, you have to take it. It was Doc's gift, not mine." I say, smiling, "Plus, do you know your name actually has an ice cream flavour? Kiwi! Which totally goes with Kawaii. Who'd have thought?" He sends me a look, "Vanessa."

I’m not sure I could count Rosaria as a normal teenager though. Grabbing a glass of Medovukha, I sat on the new couch looking out through the windows. The two on the left had been shattered but you wouldn’t even know. Outside was lit up with the city lights and offices still working. Sipping the sugary and yeasty drink, I sighed. Felicity had made this batch in her push to reach that 12% and with this one she used not just manuka honey but also white jewel strawberries. In her eyes it was a failure at only 10% despite using and importing some of the most expensive ingredients. When she tossed me two bottles, I told her it would be lost on me but she insisted. It was one of her best batches,

Her fingers deftly untied the bag, revealing what looked at first like a simple wooden box, crafted from richly grained walnut. She opened it. Inside, a layer of deep velvet cushioned several pieces of rare, wild-foraged Manuka honeycomb, dark amber and thick with potency. Beside them rested a small jar of the finest Icelandic dried reindeer lichen—a supplement so prized it was said to strengthen the blood—its pale colour and clean, earthy scent speaking of exceptional quality.

Absolutely divine. The owner—this sweet lady with kind eyes—recommended a lavender honey tea to go with my treats. And let me tell you, it was a game-changer. I took one sip and felt like I was floating in a field of flowers, with little bees buzzing around me. I’m officially obsessed with it now. Who knew lavender and honey could make such a magical combo? It was like drinking a hug. I’m already planning my next visit.

♧ASH (AKSHITHA) POV♧ Finally we are happy because our honey got her prince charming from the beginning iam doubting both of them because my mom used to say that sometimes hate will be the pillar to love because if someone loves a person there is no guarantee that how many times that they think of their love but if we hates someone we always think of that person that will result in love sometimes same thing happened in honey's life she always have a soft corner for him but she hided it from everyone she lied to herself finally she realized before it's too late I wish she get everything she deserves I dont know when iam fallen for nishanth he is a nice guy but I don't know whether he also hav

My elbow dug into the bed, and with my still gaze on him, I pulled the toy down to my boobs, rubbing it on my nipple. “Ron…” I called out, my voice smooth and slow, impossible to resist. His eyes darted from my pussy, to me. “I need something thick…” My lips raised, as my tongue darted out, licking through. “Something thick spilling on my boobs…” His eyes dimmed, “You are tempting me.” “Of course…” I wanted him to snap after all. I thought I had reached my goal, when he stood up. I expected him to strip, get his dick on me, and release his thick cum on me but he reached the end of the room and pulled out a bottle of honey.

The kitchen counter is lined with mason jars full of golden honey, some still warm from processing. The late afternoon light streaming through the window turns everything amber. "Clover honey," Tim says, unscrewing one of the jars. "Remember how you used to say it tasted like summer?" I do remember. I remember him drizzling it over pancakes we'd make at dawn after staying up all night. Remember the way it would stick to our fingers, how he'd— My heart stops. This is dangerous territory. But I can't look away from his finger, golden with honey, or the way he's watching my mouth.

When it came to the chest, the clothes had been pushed up, revealing the beautiful rise and fall. The nipples on the top are like ripe and trembling fruits with cuteness. Perhaps because I was so picky with honey before, I always felt like something was missing when I tasted it now. He once again took some honey and smeared it on it, melting all the honey in her mouth and swallowing it as she made a weak protest.