Vivacious Honey Novels & Stories

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.

After tossing it on, he walked back to the bed carrying a silver plate piled high with roasted meats, fresh berries, and thick, dark bread slathered in honey. He sat on the edge of the mattress, offering a piece of the honeyed bread to my lips. “Eat.” I wanted to tell him I could feed myself, but the sweet, rich scent of the honey made my stomach violently rumble. I was actually truly famished. Defeated, I leaned forward and took a bite. It was heavenly. The contrast of the sweet honey against the rustic, dense bread was exactly what my exhausted body needed. Varul watched me chew, his thumb reaching out to catch a stray drop of honey from the corner of my mouth. Instead of wiping it on a na

Jai invited his friend to the foods in yellow wraps. “Oh, honey potatoes! My mom bought this a few times for celebrational days. I like it so much!” Darrion said, immediately taking one of the honey potatoes. Once he tear the outer skin, the sweetness scent of the meat immediately permeated the room and it made the two guys hum in relaxation. “Oh dear… What a heavenly smell…” Jai commented before taking one honey potatoes and tearing its outer skin, adding more of the heavenly smell into the room. “Oh my… This smell surely cannot be inside this simple food. I refuse to believe.”

I shrugged. "If only you are free tomorrow, I could bring you for our camping." "Sorry, Casanova, but this woman is busy making a living." "I know, right?" After we were all finished eating, we went to my living room and started tasting each wine after drinking water with lemon. She tasted the first one that I made, in the name of Honey Red. "It tastes of honey and sweet grapes with strawberries." "I know that I didn't choose the wrong person. It is. I put ten percent alcohol in it and increased the honey. I also fermented the strawberries" She finished the whole of it and drank another of it. I took another standard glass of wine. And pour her the third thing.

He told Conrad and Olivia that what they had just smelled is a mixture of lavender, lemon, and one more component that is sweet, but he couldn’t distinguish it. Chef Austin told that group that their work made him imagine himself in a garden full of lemons, lavender, and freshly harvested honey from a beehive. Alfred was surprised that they would use honey in their loaf. He knew that using honey in the loaf would be challenging and risky. Considering the consistency of the honey itself. Chef Austin then gave them a perfect score, and everyone in the room was left astonished. Everyone just stood in their places after seeing a group receiving a perfect score. Conrad looks at the student and th

Completely at his mercy and it's thrilling He takes the honey from my hands and opens the lid. The first drizzle of honey lands on my lips and chin. He takes a step back and stares at my lips then his gaze travels down my whole body. He steps toward me again and he drizzle's the honey on my collarbone onto my chest, my nipples, and my stomach but he drizzles the most on my bare pussy. Each drizzle of honey on my skin has me twitching in anticipation He picks me up and places me on the table. Moving everything to the side. The sun glistens on the honey on my body and his eyes light up. He places his thumb on my lips and smears it all over

"That sounds like a great plan! If our village starts this work, our warriors will definitely keep every single pot completely clean and hygienic for the viewers." "Your hands will need a lot of yellow hive-wax to mold the lip salves," I remind him. "Are there any bee-keeping packs living around these ridges?" Master Jacob nods his head super fast, a giant smile on his face. "Yes, we have several great bee-keepers in the next valley who harvest pure local honey from the rocks. There are plenty of hives around the mountain, so getting hive-wax is super easy for our hands. The only problem is that our brains don't know the exact steps to separate the essential oils or cook the salves."

I placed the ingredients I needed for the batter and for the frosting on the kitchen table. First, I started with the process of burnt honey. It is not literally burning but caramelising the honey. I took a saucepan, poured honey and turned the flame to medium and stirred it continuously. Lily told me to cook the honey for eight to ten minutes so let's do it like she said. After ten minutes, the honey turned caramel in colour so I turned off the flame and added a few drops of cold water to stop it from cooking further.

The harsh lighting somehow did the girl justice—and though her eyes were shadowed by the obstruction of her lashes, when she looked upward, the pools of brown would catch the light and fill with the pale colour of honey. "Nothing," Genevieve averted her gaze away from his burning eyes, dropping her's to the floor instead as she crossed her arms before her, her bomber jacket hanging over her forearms. "Who are you?" "I'm detective Haris," he replied, lifting his hand with a friendly gesture as Genevieve kept her eyes trained on the floor. Slowly, the detective lowered his arm to his side once more. He felt the same sense of defeat the gesture faced as the undeniably attractive young lady paid

But he had chosen to leave, to disappear, and to hide in the shadows while I ate his food and read his words and tried to make sense of a man I did not understand. I picked up the bread and tore off a piece, and the warmth of it spread through my fingers and into my chest. I dipped it in the honey and put it in my mouth, and the sweetness filled my tongue, and I closed my eyes and tried to remember the last time I had eaten something that tasted like this. The honey was rich and golden, with a floral undertone that reminded me of summer, of flowers, and of warmth that had nothing to do with fire.