Vivacious Honey Novels & Stories

“If it’s related to your lycan, yes.” I took another sip of the tea. It was then I noticed that the sweet scent in the air came from the tea. “What kind of sweetener did you use for this?” His eyes brightened. Like someone had turn on a lightbulb hidden behind them. His back straightened and a smile crawled into his face. He looked ecstatic. Weird. Especially over a cup of tea. “It’s royal honey made from wild bees,” he replied. “Do you like it?” I took another sip. “It’s too sweet.”

“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.

Splendid morning, Sunshine visits Anderson's house. Nevertheless, her cold eyes couldn’t see Anderson's image. Her ears didn’t hear anything. Moving forward, he is now entering the house, yet there is a person inside. On the other hand, Honey is going to the grape tree. Her intention; to find several fruits under the tree. Gladly, her cold eyes are finding few fruits under this tree. Her cold mouth is addicted to eating all of these fruits. After she takes all of these foods. Her ears are hearing Eric's voice. To that, her eyes are wanting to see him. His feet are exhausted to find him. However, her eyes couldn’t see him anymore.

I promise you will enjoy it, she said, beaming with so much joy. She's not wrong, Akira muttered amused. Hazel has never seen anyone so happy to be a maid she thought, shaking her head. Hazel picked the bread tentatively, she took a bite. Then another. Then she was devouring the entire tray like a starving animal. Piper watched with joy and satisfaction “Good right?, chef Marco makes the best honey bread in all the territories.” “It's incredible”, Hazel said between bites, not caring how undignified she looked. Slow down,Akira scolded. You will choke and embarrass yourself.

“Visitor like you.” I tilted my head, intrigued. “Huh? What do you mean by that?” Honey placed a finger against her lips. “Very powerful,” she whispered. “And pretty. Like you. Light like you.” That gave me pause. Powerful? Pretty? Light? She might not have spoken in full, grown-up sentences, but sometimes Honey said things that felt too sharp to ignore. “I don’t know anyone like me,” I murmured. Honey just giggled and tugged at my hand. “Come! She’s here now!”

“We haven’t had honey in months.” It wasn’t the honeyed wine Vael used to pour down my throat when he wanted me pliant. It wasn’t the scent of crushed berries on his lips or the thick, spiced meals from his table. It was real—earthy, human, and hard to swallow. I took another sip anyway.

"Brought you one. Black, no sugar. Just the way you like it." Thomas looked at the coffee, then at Finn. "You didn't have to do that." "I know," Finn said with a grin. "But I wanted to. Consider it a bribe for the good stuff." Thomas took the coffee and handed over a jar of wildflower honey. "This one's fresh from yesterday. The clover bloom is going strong." Finn unscrewed the lid and sniffed, his eyes closing. "God, that smells incredible. You're a wizard, Thomas. A honey wizard."

She stood up and went into the cottage, returning a moment later with a bundle of dried blue-bells and a small jar of thick, golden honey. "This is Moon-Blossom honey," she explained. "It won't stop the Heat—nothing can—but it will take the edge off the fever. And these flowers? Put them in your bath. They’ll help Félix stay focused so he doesn't just turn into a mindless beast the moment he touches you." I took the items, my fingers brushing hers. "Thank you, Maya. I don't know what I’d do without you." "You’d probably just accidentally vaporize the Great Hall out of sheer horniness," Maya winked, making me gasp in mock-outrage. "Go on, get back to your fortress. And Emma?"

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. I could not remember the last time I had eaten honey. My mother used to buy it from a merchant who came through our village once a month, a small pot that she would ration carefully, using it only for special occasions like birthdays, holidays, and days when the sun was shining and the world seemed like a place worth living in.

Who is the person to give all this? “Hazel, pride of my mansion! I am pleased to see you. Good morning, how did you sleep, huh?” Honey was dripping from her tongue but alas, the honey was mixed with sugar. Something fake and indigestible. “Come here, we’ve got a big deal and I want to go there and take care of my customers, as we know how beautiful you are…” she threw a fake smile in her direction. Like always!