Devil's Food Honey Bun Novels & Stories

They looked delicious already! The first thing I tried was Lora’s baked honey bread and they tasted like heaven. I expected that it would be tasty because Lora was good at what she did, but certainly not as yummy. The honey bread literally melted in my mouth, and it was exactly what I needed after last night. Mark watched me eat. “Is this performance because I am carrying your child?” I asked Mark when I had consumed a good portion of the honey bread. “It is not a performance, Alexa,” Mark responded.

“Oh and burgers, though you seem like the ‘I would never eat fast food’ kind of guy, but it won’t hurt to start now.” This earns a chuckle out of him and it makes my insides flutter. I grin, holding two paper bags of baked cookies. “And finally desserts. You can’t skip desserts.” I look around the office; the glass windows really do have a great view, from here. I can see the other soaring skyscrapers, taxis and people weaving through the busy city of New York. Devon appears behind me, hugging me from behind. “Thank you,” he says in a low growl. “Though I don’t think I have an appetite for food. My hunger really has to do with you.”

It grounded her, but the questions burned hotter. The Bennetts felt the ripple. Harold decided to inspect the basement one afternoon while Margaret gardened outside. He pried at the boarded door with tools, determined to understand the strange sounds. I focused everything I had as he reached the back wall and began chipping at the concrete. The material cracked. His flashlight caught the edge of old fabric and something pale beneath it. His breath caught sharply.

"Well, with the authority I have as your king, I order you to sit and dine with us tonight." I felt my heart weaken and the urge to leave dropped right away. At this point, I had no choice but to turn back and join them in whatever they were celebrating. Hazel placed another wide tray on the table and began to dish out more food—very mouth-watering dishes. First, she brought out Honey Fire Lamb. It's a soft brown meat, covered with wild honey and green herbs. She carefully placed it on a black clay plate, allowing the rich and sweet smell to fill our nose.

“What’s this?” Mina’s tail swayed with excitement as she lifted the lid, revealing a single bowl of ice cream—but this was no ordinary flavor. The smooth, rich texture gleamed under the warm light, with specks of golden honey swirls infused within. “This,” Mina declared, “is my ultimate creation—Royal Honey Delight.” Mies raised an eyebrow. “Honey?”

My eyes watered, but I licked my lips for another bite. One down. Then I tried Honey Soy Glazed Duck Buns The next stand boasted soft bao buns filled with shredded duck and drizzled with sweet soy. The bread was warm and pillowy, the duck savory and sweet. I let out a hum of pleasure. Two down. Third on my plate Garlic Butter Corn-on-the-Cob I turned toward a vendor flipping corn over an open flame. He brushed them with golden butter and a sprinkle of garlic flakes before handing one to me.

Ron’s overly enthusiastic offer to serve me snacks had immediately set off alarms, but I played along, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing me falter. I took a bite and almost choked. The snacks were, of course, a disaster. The cutlets were so spicy they burned my tongue, the sandwiches had lemon slices instead of cucumber, and the cake was salted instead of sweet. So that's why the Devil was being so polite...

River shrugged, taking her theft as a compliment. Haywood began to salivate at the mere mention of a cinnamon bun. They were his soul food, the treat Granny used to make. Ivy smiled to see him pop up and down on the toes of his sneakers, eyes lit up better than a christmas tree. As usual her buns were spreading cartwheels, swirls of gold and brown. The icing was drizzled on in zigzags, dripping down the sides where the points met the edges. Haywood started with the small icing pools on his paper plate as Ivy knew he would. For the next few minutes there would be no chit chat. All his concentration went into the bun, into the flavours that took him back to an earlier stage of his life.

He unlocked his phone and opened the text. Unknown: Can we meet over a plate of spaghetti and meatballs? How did this person know his favorite is Spaghetti and meatballs when not even his sister or Malia knows. Spike: You wouldn't see my ass. Unknown: Not homo but I know you missed a shot on Khalil and that's why I need you. Spike was sad, he hated the fact that he missed that shot. Spike: 2pm st Gregory rerestaurant Unknown: Sharp! To block any messages and calls he placed his phone on airplane mode and closed his eyes to return back to sleep but sleep never came.

Something dangerous, something he did not allow, but could not resist. She would be brought in. She would be studied. She would be accounted for. And the Devil of New York would discover, in his own way, that curiosity was the first step toward obsession.