Homeless Honey Bun Novels & Stories

Without money to pay rent, he had to stay in some dank slum apartment, barely surviving working odd jobs. Once the capital's most celebrated son-in-law, he was now a social pariah and a slum rat, losing everything and having no chance for a comeback. Naturally, Heidi's cronies suffered their just deserts too. Some of the lucky ones were already eaten by the sharks, while the others lost limbs and were disabled for life, losing jobs and even their families. One of them was stricken with chronic vibriosis and needed prescriptions year in, year out. Before long, they lost all their money just on medication.

○●○●○●□■□●○●○●○● We are back in crescent moon pack and I have received a lot of glares but Zander held me close to him possessively. Every thing is same, except for a few new houses. We made our way in the pack house when a person whom I least expect to see graced is all. Macy. Behind her stood a guy and two girls with caked up face. She did not change a bit except for her attire. Can that dress get any shorter or did she never grew up to wear clothes of her age.

“I ran. I had no idea where to go. I was barefoot, with the blood of my mother staining my shirt. And I just kept running.” He let out a dry laugh. “And then there she was. Honey. She was only thirteen at that time, and it seemed she had wandered far from her own home. When she saw me, she didn’t hesitate. She grabbed me, hid me, and cleaned me up herself. She made me eat the snacks she had in her pocket and wrapped me up to keep me warm.” “My step-mom, the Luna, had become barren after having Honey through a complicated pregnancy. They longed for a son, so they took me in with open arms,” he explained.

Only then did she unlock the door with her fingerprint and step inside. The moment she entered, she called out, "Honey, dinner's ready!" Justin walked out, a look of doubt on his face. "Is there still food at home?" "I bought it from a neighbor," Honey said casually, her expression perfectly natural. It had to be said—women were natural-born actors. Justin didn't doubt her and asked, "You still had money?" Honey lifted her left hand. "I gave them my gold ring." Justin looked a little regretful. "That ring cost over a thousand back then… forget it. In times like these, money, gold and jewels probably won't be worth anything anymore. Trading them for food is good."

Lacey asked curiously, she knew very well a cask of Kadota honey mead cost well over a thousand dactrem each and was extremely difficult to source due to the dangers of the desert. “A gift from the merchant Barbun, while we stand here the night slips away from us, if you must interrupt, let us at least go and begin” Minet said, her voice changing to short and somewhat snappy. They had just opened the door when a familiar voice also joined them, “Did I hear Kadota desert honey mead?” Turning to see who had spoken, Marcia and Ley had just arrived and were walking up the stairs they had just traversed. “You all look like you’ve been through hell” Rex said, seeing each of them was dirty and Marc

My hair in a messy tied it in a bun on the top of my head. “Good morning mommy!” Honey greeted me, her voice hurting. She’s hurting too I know. She cried when I cried. “Good morning baby,” “Grandma made your favorite breakfast. Let’s go downstairs?” she asked and I nodded, holding her small hand as we walked down the stairs to the kitchen. “Good morning to both of you, I made bokkeumbap!” Grandma beamed and looked at me. “You look beautiful sweetheart.” “Thank you, I came back from the dead.” I joked and she smiled slowly. “I’m not hungry, just give Honey her food grandma,” I told her.

"I know. They won't hurt us ever again, Honey. You're home now and you're staying." "Jake said he'd be back if I came back." "Jake has a new address and so does Blake." "Where?" "Forest Lawn. Seems they were in a freak car accident out in the desert. They both bled out slowly. It took hours." "You?" "An accident, the coroners report says. I believe him. Your home. Stay." "I promise I won't leave, but I need to go in the house. OK?" "I believe you. Go." She got out and I watched her go into the house. A light went on in the bathroom. I heard her cry out and in a flash I was in the house.

He had not expected her to cross to the small brazier in the corner, set a clay pot over it, and ask him whether he took anything in it. "I don't need to eat," he said. "I wasn't asking what you needed," she said. "I was asking what you wanted." He sat on the low bench along one wall. She brought him a cup, then sat across from him on the floor — cross-legged, as if she'd been interrupted mid-meditation and simply resumed — and wrapped both hands around her own cup and looked at him over the rim. "Tell me about being fallen," she said. Not what did you do wrong. Not how do you get your power back. Just tell me what it's like.

Tyboll I am fully recovered, but Honey is in bad shape. It does no good to remind him that he brought this on himself. We've managed to keep sedation dart guns away from my wily wolf daughter, but obviously she got her hands on the mushrooms that bent me double yesterday. Honey's a wimp because he's moaning loudly and won't listen when I tell him he won't die.

Moping over the whole night, Honey finally compromised with her pride and returned to Scott Industries. There are times when we have to mold ourselves and acquiesce to unfavorable circumstances to achieve future goals. It wasn't her choice, but the only way for her survival. Her only door to regain her confidence, become financially independent, and make her mother proud. Honey sauntered inside the humongous hall, her eyes eagerly searching for Austin, when she bumped into someone. "Sorry," she quickly apologized.