Helen's Donut Nook Novels & Stories

One, two, three… "Really, Mom," Kevin says, for the first time helping his sister. "They wouldn't hurt you and Susan either..." "Toys? What kind of toys are we talking about?" We all turn as Helen prances into the kitchen. She’s completely dressed in jeans, a bright t-shirt that says “Will work for coffee” and pink canvas high-tops. For a woman in her late seventies, she's surprisingly spry and trendy. "Judy," Helen says as she pours herself a cup of coffee, "please tell me we're not talking about your butt plug again."

"Not exactly." Helen knew that, based on appearances, anyone would assume she lived a luxurious life without any worries, but she had her own struggles and issues she couldn’t share. She glanced at the slippers on her feet and unexpectedly smiled. Experiencing a simple life wasn’t bad, though it didn’t quite suit her. The two of them continued chatting casually, and Gunn soon learned that she had never eaten fast food before, so he bought some for her. Initially, Helen adamantly refused, but after seeing Gunn eat, she couldn’t resist joining in. "This is so good! Where did you buy it?" Helen asked.

Helen instantly felt back at home. “Merry Christmas!” Memory called, giving her a little wave. Still busy with a family of four, with two little girls who seemed to want to touch everything, she didn’t come right over. Helen smiled and took a moment to look around, hoping Stella would do as she’d asked and get the rest of the customers to leave so that she could speak to Memory alone. What she was going to say, she wasn’t sure, but she prayed it would come to her. “Why don’t we go get a donut and come back on our way to the car?” the dad suggested, picking up one of the little girls.

Denzel faced downwards, “I am a shrewd businessman. I can’t let my money go down the drain just like that. Helen will answer this. Stay there. Let me call Helen” Michael asked, “Who is Helen?”. Denzel blows air off his mouth, “She is the stepmother I sent money to clear their debt off. She must be hiding her. I will call her and get back to you”. Grace and Helen were still searching for my presence. A waitress walked up to them, “What do you request for?”. Grace said, “Fries and chicken”. The waitress stared at them, “Ok, I will bring it soon”. The waitress appeared quick with the food, “Here you are”. Grace paid for it. She cleaned her hands and drew her plate close. Helen was acting uninte

She told him, offering to slit his throat if he came back failing his simple task. Alan Noeler was fast and smart at his job. He knew that was why Helen still kept him around. He praised himself for his quick wit and blessed the heavens for blessing him first. With just a few connections across the city, he found her standing in the crowd, yelling at some men for some reason he did not know of. Tall, slender, masculine with long brown hair and the contoured face of a man? He cleared his thought to refresh his mind and recalled how Donn had described her again;

Helen said, going over all the introductions. “Can I tell you to fuck off?” she asked. “You can, but we can’t go anywhere. These are the rules.” Nodding, she opened the door waiting for them all to enter. She heard them scenting the air. “I’ve been doing some baking. Would you please sit in here while I get the tea?” Hazel ushered them into the sitting room like they were a pack a sheep rather than hungry dogs waiting to take her away. Once they were seated, she went into the kitchen,

He then looked in the direction of his Son who nodded eagerly with smiles all over his face. “If you insist!” Helen mumbled, then collected little Anna from her father, after which She went inside. Helen made a stop at her bedroom where she dried her body properly and changed into a knee-length short and a top. Then she took Anna to her room and got her ready for the night. On getting downstairs, Helen didn’t see her Boss and Calvin in sight so she assumed that they were still upstairs. She proceeded to the kitchen, put Anna on the high hair, poured some Cheerios on a plate for her to munch on, then she went ahead to start dinner.

For a coffee that would not taste, not look, and not steam like it, but had its crowd, nevertheless Having ensured equal opportunities on the milk shelf, Helen would normally look at the fruits. Sometimes she’d buy an apple, pay, and leave the shop through the fogged up front door. The rusty cowbell would give a dull ring, and Helen would be back outside, where she’d take a bite off her apple, and watch the open flesh turn brown. She’d rarely finish eating it, as it would usually taste like nothing: at most, maybe spoiled, because the corner shop at the end of her street was no real supermarket and the deliveries kept coming in rarer, since people would only rarely come grocery shopping ther

“My mom and I are fine. We’ve had dinner, and Dolly’s already resting.” Donald’s voice softened, coaxing her the way someone might soothe a child. Yet his narrow eyes stayed fixed on the direction of the cafeteria. He thought that if he ignored Angela long enough, she’d start to feel unwanted and eventually accept Nina. Gracewell International Hospital cafeteria. The dining area was quiet and spotless. Angela sipped her soup, her mind drifting. Helen’s husband was from Northhaven and he was also a doctor. Last night she ran into Leon at the Morrow City cemetery.