Devil's Food Honey Bun Novels & Stories

I chirp. “It has pineapple in it?” “No, just is made to resemble one,” I say with amusement. She tentatively sniffs the golden treat and takes a small bite, but within seconds her eyes are closing, and a contented moan is rising up her throat making me giggle. “Oh my god, this is so good! Where did you get it?” She asks, digging into the rest of the bun. “The kitchen staff make them for me. I’m sure they’d make you some if you asked nicely.”

Who doesn’t love them? She goes back into the kitchen and approaches Becca, one of the cooks for help with finding the right ingredients to bake chocolate chip cookies- she heard from Alexis that they are Devilio’s favorites. Alexis does know a lot of things. The kitchen is large enough to allow thirty maids to do their thing without disturbing one another. The baking is in full gear and in three hours, with the help of thirty-seven other maids aside from Becca who joined them excitedly, they bake up to six thousand cookies- enough for Devilio’s one thousand and five hundred soldiers to snack on.

she asked inquisitively. “Devils Night is our favorite night of the year, a night of mischief. It started in Detroit but has spread so far beyond all of that. It is a night to celebrate being young and free, a night to have a little fun. I don’t see anything wrong with that.” she was hanging on my every word. It was all true but there was another reason for the name. Devil’s night was also Synestra’s birthday. “One final question, what do you think about the protests and people saying you somehow brainwash your fans with your music?” she asked and I could tell she thought this was a hard hitting question. I decided to have a little fun with her.

She was smiling as she spoke and the other woman scoffed. “You are absolutely no fun.” She turned to Olivia. “Don’t mind her, she’s grumpy when she’s had a long day. I’m Emma.” She winked at Olivia. “The fun one.” “Hello.” Olivia found herself liking the younger Panagio. “I don’t want to be rude, but you owe me a phone call.” She fixed her gaze on Cassandra who nodded. “What’s for dinner?” She asked Emma. “Fried chicken and fries.” Emma grinned. “Vance is joining us.”

' 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂 𝒖𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

When the batter was finally ready, I poured it into the baking tray and placed it inside the oven. Then I started preparing the filling, adding honey, milk, sugar, food coloring, and the remaining ingredients. That's when Ethan suddenly frowned. "Wait..." He stepped closer. "What exactly are you making?" I stayed silent. His eyes landed on the jar of honey in my hand. His expression instantly darkened. "Don't tell me you're making macarons... with honey." I nodded slowly. "And who the hell gave you permission to make that in my house?" His voice exploded through the kitchen, sending a violent chill down my spine.

Win asked only a touch snidely while trying his best to hide the trepidation that clearly lurked within him. Adom pursed his lips. “If you want to . . . though if you truly wish me to stop, say gelatin.” “Gelatin?” Win asked in confusion. The devil smiled. “You’re unlikely to say that in the heat of the moment.” “I suppose,” Win said trailing off thoughtfully as Adom waved his arms around from no where, an army of demons to view the sacrificial deflowering. They clamored around and the sky bled to a crimson red, setting the mood. The dense forest around them suddenly seemed ancient and dying as bare limbs leaned in towards the altar.

“As if being emotionally wrecked wasn’t enough.” I hadn’t eaten all day. The hope of freedom had been so blinding, so intoxicating, that food felt irrelevant. I was supposed to escape. I was so close. Just one more step… and then— Then he appeared. Damien. The devil in a polished suit. He ruined everything. Like a storm sweeping in on a sunny day, he destroyed the little peace I’d clawed together. Why? Why now, of all times? If he had been just five minutes late, I would’ve been gone.

I’d throw myself off of the nearest high cliff. “Don’t apologize. I was the one who nearly made you drop all of these buns.” I peered more closely at the one in my hand. “What are these?” “Bannock buns with currants, miss.” The one I was holding was still warm. Definitely better than just a banana. “Oh, excellent.” I was about to take a bite, but the girl let out a squawk.

Bunny agreed. “I love it. Throw in a few slices of lean bacon and you hit all the food groups. And it’s relatively healthy.” “Let’s do it.” “Great. Coffee?” Reagan asked adding to her notepad. “Yes, please.” Helen agreed and the woman nodded. “Helen,” Bunny said. “I’m going to have to come back and try your toast.” “It’s not my toast.” Helen blushed. Reagan gave a soft chuckle. “It shall henceforth be known as Helen’s toast.”