Devil's Food Honey Bun Novels & Stories

"Yes, can I please have some dessert. The same rules apply. And then you can bring me the check." He walks away looking baffled once again. I like challenging people around me. He comes back with a big smile on his face. "This is the Bienennstich but our English customers call it the bee sting cake. It has 4 layers. Layer 1 is a sweet years cake. layer 2 is vanilla cream. Layer 3 is a second layer of cake. the last layer is a crunchy, honey-flavored, caramelized almond toppings. This also one of my most favorite desserts." I look at him and see the excitement in his eyes. He honestly wants me to like this dessert.

He said. “Who?” “Alpha Jack Cameron.” He said. “The Devil.” I gasped.

I watch as Mr Layne laughs, he seems confident he will get me. “Easy, six hundred.” I stare at him, okay that is a lot. At the most, it is three hundred. Then again, I am used to where we lived before. This place apparently has more money. I see the other women grow impatient, and I don’t blame them. We stand here, and then they choose who they want, the last woman is the least wanted. Which has to hurt to know. “I guess I am paying two thousand four hundred.” I stare at Mr Devil, is he joking? Everyone is standing looking at him shocked, except the guy who runs the place he is just smiling a lot. His eyes roll like he is used to this sort of thing.

Edible lava cakes. An hour and a half later Dante walked through the front door, the scent of chocolate and his mate's heavy scent led him to the kitchen where he found her sitting on the counter with her legs folded under her, three plates in front of her. From the looks of it, she had finished one plate and was on her second one and soon on her way to the third. "Baby," Dante called out, and venus froze, her cheeks like that of a chubby bunny because she took a large bite from the lava cake.

I blinked a couple of times, forcing my eyes to focus, and after a bunch of tries, I finally understood what he meant. On his head, Derrick had two horns sticking out. They were black in color, with an outline of bright red light around them. They were slightly curved at the top, like the typical sign of the devil's horn. "You're not able to control it, are you?" Dame asked. I watched as Derrick shook his head. Zin shook his head as Dame sighed. "I will, master, don't worry!" Zin said it out of nowhere. And when I turned to look at Derrick to ask him about it, he just silently watched me.

Everyone's shocked is priceless as he entered the grand entrance of Darkspot, bowed in fear as they realized who it was walking in confindence and authority to the company he will surely own someday. “Those people,” he added with silent curse in his breath, “who knows what inside their head?” he must really be careful more than he used to. Now that the engagement he have to a Soner is still the talk of the town, everyone still not get over with their doubt. How they feel bad for a poor Soner to marry a devil? “The devil,” Whispered from the people inside the close door who don't know their place. “How can we enthrusted the Darkspot to an anti-social freak?”

“I suppose it depends on the kind of sweets.” “In that case, you have to try this. My aunt is one of those business owners I told you about. Liliya’s Bakery has about a dozen stores on the island, so I’m sure you’ve heard of it. She’s expanding to the states next year. This honey cake is her best-seller.” He sliced a small cube with his fork and skewered it. Holding it out, he smirked. “She’d be truly devastated if you didn’t try it. All of my friends have.” Playing nice I reached for the fork, but he yanked it away.

I say with a sigh, this makes much more sense for me. “As you wish princess, as you wish” Devil replies still shaking her head at me. The food arrived next, I expected something fancy, I expected not to know which one to use a fork or a spoon, but the thing that was set in front of me was something I knew very well, something that might be one of my favorite dishes even! Burgers! “You ordered me a burger?” I asked with a blush, with all the hard words she used, I’d think she had me a fish with the head still attached.

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