Homeless Honey Bun Novels & Stories

Mj spoke to Casper as if they were old friends before she slowly strode into the kitchen and waited for Honey to turn her attention to the assassin. Honey looked at Mj with an almost exuberant smile, “good morning assassin, I hope you don’t mind I thought it was only right I make breakfast after you offered me such a beautiful room, I promise I will leave it the way I found it,” she explained and before Honey could turn her attention back to the cooking food Mj gently touched her shoulder and offered her a small smile that never quite reached her eyes, “stay as long as you like Honey, no conditions, no rent, just a safe space,” she offered and watched as Honeysuckle’s eyes lit up with gratit

She didn't have to wait for her replies because she already replied. From: Honey <3 : Damn you, my babies why did you drink it? : Anyways, it's okay tho how many did you drink? : Don't drink all of 'em I still haven't take a sip on the beer that I worked hard to buy. Xyneth laughed at what she said and she replied. To: Honey <3 : It's already six out of twenty. Damn, why did you buy so many of these and it tastes good, I feel that all of my stress washed by the beer that I drank.

I just know the world’s messier than I was raised to believe. Our conversation drifts into lighter things — her recent mission, Bailey’s new obsession with collecting rocks from the schoolyard — and I almost forget about the growing pile of rejection emails in my inbox. Until my phone buzzes. I glance at the screen, expecting another scam or subscription reminder. But it’s not. It’s from one of the places I applied to — The Honey Hearth, a charming little bakery on the edge of the market square. It’s family-run, well-loved, and known for its seasonal pastries. I applied weeks ago, on a whim. Told myself not to hope.

It didn’t take me long to find Honey. She was in a club in one of the shadier parts of Budapest, looking for her next snack. Surrounded by a bunch of duds with drinks, Honey was purring over all of them. I didn’t want to stay in her head because I was afraid she’d detect me and get skittish, so I immediately jumped to the guy she was currently talking to.

I wasn't kidnapped or anything, and before you ask, no, I still haven't gotten Anthony's phone number," I answered calmly, reaching for a package of chocolate chip cookies I knew I had in the cupboard. - Wait, does that mean that you were hired? - she asked after a few seconds, taking in everything I had said. I smiled as I turned to her. - That's right, your friend here is the newest employee at the Honey Bread store," I said excitedly, and Lena came over to me and gave me a bear hug. - I knew you would make it. - That was one problem solved, there's still another, and I don't even know where to start solving it," I sighed when she let go of me and to my surprise Helena smiled. - Well, I kn

The woman mumbled. “The good thing is, I do. I have a safe house with an indoor play area for Braxton.” Bunny whispered as she slowly moved towards the bed and held an open hand out. “This is not going to be easy. New beginnings never are. But I promise, it gets better.” Tentatively, Candy reached out and took her hand. “I don’t have anything.” “I do.” She motioned to the bags sitting just inside the door. “What’s in the bags will get you through tonight. Tomorrow we’ll figure out what you’ll need long term. Do you still have your phone?”

The old woman’s little restaurant in Notting Hill couldn't be trusted to gain more than what her medical expenses needed. So she needed a job soon. And right now, she was just thankful that Honey was not there waiting at their apartment, because she knew the moment she’d walked through the door after leaving the office, Honey would be waiting in their small living room with a carton of ice cream, a box of Kleenex, and two bottles of red wine, and she would proceed to stay up half the night passing her tissues and listening to her babble incoherently. Or maybe Honey would give her a high five for giving her virginity to a stranger.

I pretended not to notice and asked, "Can I borrow your phone?" He nodded and handed it to me. I quickly tried calling Daniel again. As soon as he picked up, I hurriedly said, "Daniel, your whole family got stung by wasps. It's really serious! Transfer the money for the surgery to me now!" I thought he would ask how much, but after two seconds of silence, he cursed at me, "Linda, if you want money, you don't have to curse my family!" I was stunned, then quickly explained, "I'm not lying. They really were stung and are now in the ICU. We have to raise money immediately for the surgery."

In my past life, I always wondered why his friends hated me despite how well I treated them—cooking meals, buying groceries, and giving them all the space they needed to hang out. Yet, his circle always carried this unspoken hostility toward me. This time, I did not waste time arguing with Derrick. I hung up and immediately called a more distant fire station. I begged for their urgent assistance. The fire continued to spread uncontrollably. I could hear the faint sound of furniture cracking and exploding inside the house. Paula came running toward me. Her face was full of panic. "Caroline, thank goodness you're here! What are we going to do?" "Luna and Liam are still napping. I'm scared that

I wondered why she was seated near the window. She hated them, especially when they were open. That's why she had heavy blinds installed in the house the moment she moved in. I heard her mother had jumped out a window and wound up dead. Who wouldn't commit suicide with a father like hers? A terrifying Italian mob leader who had lived by the sword and ended by it. She had so much trauma. It wasn't shocking she fell in love with my father, or was it safe to say that she likely trauma bonded with him?