Rumor Honeybottoms Novels & Stories

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.

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.

He glance at Lucinda too, she was looking worriedly at her sister, and in Tems mind, he couldn't help but wonder what was going on between her and Lorenzo. Shouldn't she be hating him? After all, he raped her! “Fuck!” Tems cursed lowly, roughening his hair. *HONEY’s NEW–APARTMENT* In the one-room apartment, Honey was laying on her plush, lavender-colored bed, her body plunging into the comfortable mattress. Her fingers twisted absentmindedly through the tendrils of her long hair as she nestled her phone between her ear and her shoulder, enthralled in discussion with her father.

"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.

I smile, following with a chuckle, making him do the same. “I kinda got curious what I actually am, since my parents don't really know as well since I barely have records from the orphanage, they didn’t bother looking up, Mom said it was because she’s scared to lose her little porcelain doll” I laughed softly remembering my mom’s words. “If they did care about that I probably would’ve met you though, so I’m thankful that Auntie was scared to lose her little porcelain doll” he teased, making me roll my eyes. “But isn’t that a trend these days? Finding out your mix? People pay to check theirs, we can make an appointment for that if you want?” Xian takes a glance at me and I look at him while n

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.

“I’m not staying here.” “Oh, but you are,” Honey said, all silken tones. “If you want to live through the next week, you sure as hell are.” “Nuh-uh,” Spider said, all defiant and dumb. “I’d rather be fully eviscerated than stay here with that man for five minutes.” “Well, I’m sure that The Fallen Angels will oblige you,” Honey said. “And I’m sure they’ll happily use a rusty spoon to drag your insides outside. Sounds good to you?”

I just hope for his sake it doesn’t reach the press. If it does, the wokers will pick this up… the drama will be cancelled… the production will kick him out… it’ll be a whole load of sticky mess—-. ‘What the fuck.’ I looked up from my plate and found myself staring at black, bold letters of a headline: THE WOMEN OF RUM’S HAREM. Below it, the first line: Rum—a global sensation or a global monster? Known intimately as the Prince of Music, or ‘Everyone’s Rum’, the talented artist has allegedly turned his agency into his personal fuck den….

They had to remove some doors due to the bullets . I didn't see Aaron since afternoon , They said he was working . I was curious what exactly he worked for or as , Ruth told me he ran clubs , But remembering how he pointed the gun at me at that old house I think they might just be some kind of drug dealers or something . ~&~

Gosh, that damn hickey that I saw on her neck still pissed me off. The next thing that Honey did in the video I was watching on the laptop drew me out of my thoughts. Honey was turning on the laptop I used for my business. She seemed to be talking to someone else even though she was the only person in the room. Due to the fact that there was no audio in the video, I couldn’t hear what she was saying, but judging from how often she touched her ear, I guessed she must have worn something like a bluetooth device that allowed her to talk to someone who wasn't in the room with her. I knew what was going to happen next, but I refused to believe that Honey could actually be the one to have leaked o