Homeless Honey Bun Novels & Stories

Brittany said, fear trembling through her voice. "Don't worry about Riley," Honey replied, steel entering her tone. "Worry about yourself and your baby. That's what matters now." "What am I going to do? I can't afford a hotel, and I don't have friends I can stay with." "You can stay at my father's apartment until we figure something out," Honey said without hesitation. "It's empty, secure, and Riley won't know to look for you there." Grayson leaned toward the phone. "Brittany, this is Grayson again. Are you somewhere visible in the diner? Near a window where you can see us arrive?"

Aurora asked, confused when she saw Elvano's sullen face. "I bought your chocolate." "Then why are you sad?" Elvano shook his head and immediately asked Aurora to come in, not only that Elvano also immediately called Tristan to pay his chocolate bill. Tristan already knows who Aurora is from Jerry's story. And he also found out the little girl was selling chocolate. From home and where did the little girl come from. It was surprising that the little girl did not own a house at all. They just live in cardboard houses in landfills. Her mother is very sick and Aurora is looking for money to eat and also buy medicine for her mother.

With that I walked out of the kitchen I am Roselyn Ethel the Luna of Rabid Shadow Pack, but before I became Luna I was the homeless orphan girl nobody wanted in the pack and then I found out I was mated to the Alpha, it was surprising he accepted me. I mean I was a nobody but he accepted me and got married to me. He told me I was his breeder, I would give him children as that was the reason why he was getting married to me. I walked into my room to have a quick shower and get ready for the party.

"Honey, our ship doesn't leave for another three days. "However, we still have one last ace up our sleeve, the most valuable insurance policy. "Honey, you've got one more act to play – a staged suicide by jumping off a building." When I remained silent, they both took me by the arms and led me to the hospital's rooftop. Chester would not stop yammering about how safe it was to leap from the 60-meter-high building. He boasted about the safety net he rigged up below, assuring me that a blindfolded count to twelve would see me land without a scratch.

His right arm was totally covered in tattoo ink, all the way from his wrist to some part of his neck. Don't even get me started on his face. He had the most perfect jawlines and cheekbones, nicely trimmed stubbles too. His silky, black hair, looked like he had just come out of the shower. I averted my gaze when I met his deep, ocean blue eyes. He had caught me staring. Something I shouldn't be doing. I was about to say something when he spoke up again. "Sheila Dunbar, 24 years old, Honeycomb orphanage. Used to work as a waitress for different nightclubs around town." He read from the file in his hand. My eyes widened as I heard my personal information from this man.

Since Richard's heart was not with me, I would leave. Plenty of men were interested in me, and I did not need him. That night, I drank too much and accidentally ate mango, which I was allergic to. Red rashes broke out all over my skin. I slept at Emily's place for a long time, and when I finally woke up, I realized my phone had died. I did not think much of it until I got home and saw Richard with bloodshot eyes. His hair was disheveled, and his clothes were wrinkled. He looked like he had not slept all night.

"Ryan and I found you a different nursing home. It's called Harmony House. A lot of people from our neighborhood go there. It's close by too, so we can visit you easily." The way Emily put on this dutiful act made my stomach turn. Harmony House sat right next to our complex. It was basically a retirement community where a bed cost ten dollars. Dirt cheap, sure, but it didn't come close to Everglade Manor. Before I could refuse, Ryan nodded in agreement. "Yeah, Mom, Emily and I spent half the night researching places before we picked this one. You'll love it there."

He absolutely adores Charlie. In the first year, I secretly hired investigators to look for Chris. Jason found out and, ironically, had been doing the same. One day, after the umpteenth cry in the shower, I realised I had to stop. It was killing me. I started a honey company. Raw honey, candles, beauty products, even surf wax and tent sealant. We opened a small shop six months ago. I study business now too. Next year I am focusing on operations to smooth out the issues in the company. I have taken bookkeeping courses and now manage both my books and Jase’s.

Shit, I didn't even pack my suitcase yet. Yanking my draws open I grab the first bunch of clothing I can reach and shove it into my suitcase. Sprinting to the bathroom, I toss most of my toiletries in a bag. Hopefully I've got everything I need. I grab my phone from my nightstand and hit the call button. "Morning." His yawning voice picks up in two rings. "Morning, Shane, sorry to bother you this early." "You're never a bother girl, you know that." "I need a favour. Can you please look after Honey for me? I can't leave her with old lady Gretal. She's having her grandkids over this weekend."