Rumor Honeybottoms Novels & Stories

He'd been sticking around long enough that he wouldn't have been able to avoid the gossip. "If not, there's always plenty of time to figure that out?" Honey's lips curved into a smirk as she took the third shot after dropping the dress to the floor in a pile. The silicon inserts that helped fill her chest fell to the floor beside it. Honey glanced at the phone sitting on the counter. It was rather late, but surely someone would still be awake to entertain her for the last few hours of the night? Don hadn't nearly been enough. The man put on a good show of being tough, but he broke far too quickly for Honey's taste. He wanted her ass, huh? It was ten years too soon for that. The man had to le

“Oh, yeah. I’m fine. I actually just got a tip from an Independent, someone I’ve never heard of before. His IAC was really odd, too. Said only... GIMU.” “Gimu?” Sergio repeated. “I’ve never heard of such a person.” “Me neither. But... he said this woman is named Honey.” She was reading from the document Christian had sent her now, or “guy I made up,” as it were, and detached the visual and sent it along to her teammates. “Looks like she’s been around for a while. Funny that we missed her on the raids. At any rate, I’ve got some stats about her we might want to look at, assuming this person’s information is correct.”

She’d teach Anna a lesson that she’d never forget. The next day, Rhea goes to a hacker in town to try and hack into Anna’s W******p and know her location and movements. The person charges her a hundred dollars. There goes a tenth of her monthly allowance, but it’ll be worth it to bring this salacious gold-digger down. Rhea goes through Anna’s messages and realizes that Anna is actually a professional gold-digger. She is part of a group on W******p literally labelled ‘Sugar Baby Support Group’. So that’s what she calls herself. A sugar baby. Someone who has chosen to get money off of men as a career. How shallow and pathetic Rhea thinks. Rhea is disgusted by what she reads in the group. Appar

What trouble did she get herself into this time? Good thing I left the room. “Honey Harrington!” I scolded. “Xavier, is this a good time to speak?” her tone mellowed as she spoke. “What do you want?” How could midnight ever be a good time to speak? Honey’s presence at work today had caused a dent in my plans, leaving me no choice but to expose my presence to the ones I was digging up dirt on. The Harringtons were mainly in the entertainment industry, but that was just a front their head wanted to keep. There was a darker side that ran deep with a trail of blood, and I was going to expose them for the monsters they truly are.

Expensive digital gifts, virtual crowns, and paid donation badges began flooding the screen, sent by thousands of adoring fans celebrating his safety. Julian sat back against the couch, his facial expression cool, composed, and effortlessly handsome. His damp dark hair fell naturally over his forehead, and his sharp grey eyes scanned the chaotic chat. He had zero interest in media drama, but he knew he needed to clear the wild rumors so the hockey league and his global sponsors would stop frantic inquiries. "Good morning, everyone," Julian spoke into the camera, his deep, smooth voice instantly causing the comment section to go even crazier. He glanced at a few recurring questions regarding

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.

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.

Meanwhile, mayhem had broken loose at the Hudson Manor after Robert’s mother Carol Hudson and sister Larissa learnt that Sarah was Theodore Hills’s daughter and also the world famous author Honey C. whose books earned enormously and who was pursued by Hollywood film producers to sell them her book rights ! “We have done hara-kiri mom!”, Larissa whined. “ Who would have ever thought that obese koala bear who slogged day and night without complaining is someone born with a golden spoon in mouth and had a battery of servants and maids at home to do the menial jobs she did here?”, Carol palmed her head in dismay.

Here, his mind motivates him to go back in the ground; to see to the galaxy again, yet he is getting sleepy. At this time, Honey wakes up quickly due to her dream recently. Right now, she keeps on remembering to her bad dream. Accordingly, her crush has owned to the heart of Zyrril not her. Moreover, she is pregnant at the time. To this dream, her heart is very disappointed. Moving forward, she is going to the outside; to be exposed by the fresh wind. However, she does not feel to the presence of the wind. Aside from that, she did not see the galaxy in the sky. To the absence of the celestial object, she is down in the mouth to her life. Well, she makes up to her mind to go back in the house

A drop in the ocean for us, but still a chunk of change for Honey. So the club will be telling them to back off. The last thing Honey needs right now is drug dealers sniffing around looking for her. I watch as Honey chews on the end of her pen as she thinks. She has another two pens sticking out of her messy bun. Papers scattered around the table as she takes notes scrolling on her laptop. She is in her element.