Pulp Fiction Honey Bunny Novels & Stories

Faces blurred together on the dance floor with no one looking too closely. I liked it like this, no one recognizing me in different clothes and a different posture. This was another version of me. The wig I had on itched badly as the colored contacts caused my eyes to water. But my disguise was necessary. I could not risk anyone recognizing me, Vittorio Leone's disappointment of a son, in a place such as this. I didn't want to be the useless son here, just another stranger looking for a drink. Maybe a hard fuck too. I made my way to the counter where my order for a drink was answered quickly.

I take a step closer to him and keep my eyes on his. "My parents sold me to Alpha Doug when I was twelve. He and some of the others in the pack beat me and tortured me. In his sick mind, he thought that if he tore me down, I would do what he wanted, but all it did was piss me off. I would hear them talking about how they were poisoning others with mycophenolate and Metaldehyde. When he thought he had broken me, he had someone take me to his bedroom. The cock sucker thought I was going to let him rape me, but as soon as he got near me, I pulled out the knife I had hidden and slit his throat. I was on my own until I joined the Bunnies when I was seventeen. I'm twenty-four. Do you have any issu

"I did it for the money. We had been broke and struggling all our lives. Suddenly I had a chance to make some real money. Honey talked me into it, she even took me into the club and had me watch while she danced. She was really good. "Then Bill offered us some coke and we took it. You weren't around me much in the early days, but I was a real party girl and the coke was nothing new to me. The stuff he had was almost pure and it wasn't long before I disconnected with reality. I came to my senses in bed with Bill. And Honey. He'd had sex with both of us. I screamed and ran out of the room. Honey got me into an empty room, calmed me down, and helped me shower. She had douches so we both used th

Figuratively, not literally. Before I can say something back to Ruth, she adds, “What are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to make sure everything is ready for Jordy’s special day? Am I right, Honey-Bunny?” I try not to roll my eyes, but they would probably spin at the back of my head, like slot machines. Who talks like that? Jordy… Honey-Bunny… who is, of course, Hannah, Ruth’s best friend. “You are always right, Ruthy,” Hannah replies.

I never said that Hector could be like that. He's scary but I'm not scared by him. After eating I continued to the room and bathed before lying in bed. I posted a picture of our movie tickets on my story and now I just noticed that Bunny has a message shovel on it. From Bunny, I wish I could go on a date. I urge a smile, she's an artist she doesn't really have time to date. I know he can't read it but I'm still struggling. To Bunny, You will someday.

Still, he did nothing. The soft, fluffy bunny was a leftover from Easter, and my new best friend. I hugged him in my arms all the way up to the cashier. The woman on the other side of the counter didn’t even look at me strange. Then again, most of what I’d purchased looked like period necessities—especially the chocolate and preemptive package of tampons. That was a better explanation to a general population than depression after watching one of my closest friends murdered before my eyes. The bunny never left my arms as we returned to the motel. It stayed even as Six sat me in a chair and worked on my hair.

Lucy called me early the next morning. She'd just returned to the country, so she wanted to buy a car to get around, and she wanted me to go choose one with her. I accompanied her to several places before she finally decided on a 300-thousand-dollar Porsche. While discussing details with the manager, Barney Johnson, Lucy excused herself to the restroom. Suddenly, I heard a cold scoff from behind. "What is a broke loser like you even doing here? This isn't a place you can come to."

"So we're not going to try to get Troy to talk you out of your panties in the morning and fuck our brains out again? I'm a rabbit, and thirty minutes between sex is just too long sometimes." "Troy may not be able to keep you satisfied, Bunny. Sorry." "He does satisfy me, temporarily, though. I doubt anyone else will ever be able to accomplish that again." "Poor Harvey." "Don't worry about Harvey. We're rabbits; we aren't monogamous. He's so good-looking, he gets plenty." "What about you? Do you get plenty too?" "I don't know. Honestly, I can only remember your brother, but I'm thinking I've only been with Harvey and your brother." Lisa laughed hard. "Which part of 'brains fucked out' confuse

Jerry squatted in front of me, rubbing my belly, “How can I find another woman? If having you is more than enough. I'm not the old Jerry, I really thank God to have a wife like you. A wife who can be everything and is so perfect. " My tears just dropped then, I quickly wiped my tears roughly. "Can I call you honey?" I said with teary eyes. "Yes, of course." END Thank you for reading, and following this story. Once again, thank you. Maybe a lot is still missing too. Thank you.

His eyes shone crimson as he licked his blood strained lips. "This". He held the glass. Leaning back into Stephen’s chest sniffing his neck. It soothed him. Relaxed him. "Good one Callum . It’s a deer. You sure you want this"? Saint reconfirmed. Callum nodded a yes and the next moment they all gasped when Saint took all shots bottom up. "Yumm". They all laughed looking at him enjoying the treat. "Someone taking lessons. Wow. It’s not so you Stephen". Suddenly the door opened to Zol and they all were shocked.