Adventure Time Shermy Novels & Stories

Hey Grandma and Papa, here Sherry I said. We go running and see our beautiful grandmother, she is blushing, and she is looking at grandfather by side her. Okay, what does that look like, I wonder. Oh well, I am just going to look past that. "My girls! Our grandmother Emma and she is giving us a big hug. Look at you girls, so beautiful, she winked at us, so Sherry, who is the guy you're with? She is looking at the guys here. Sherry blushed. Looked away from grandma." Well, Grandma, the guy on the left side staring at Sherry like she was something to eat, by the time I said that, he smirked and licked his lips. I started blushing for my sister, I said with a giggle."

Still, it didn't make me feel any less watched. "Apologies, I must add. Asher and I were out this morning. Sometimes I join him when he does that Werewolf shifting thing. I enjoy watching, since I clearly I can't relate," Sinful explains. So that's where they were. A part of me wishes I could have joined them, but I don't say anything to Sinful. "That's fine, my swim was lovely," I admit, wrapping the towel around me tighter, as I start to cool down.

She was not surprised by the words but stunned by the blind confidence of the girl. A moment later, Sherry chuckled and said, “If Odell likes someone like you, then I bet he likes to eat shit.” Shermaine flushed, but she regained her composure and lifted her chin into a proud bearing. “I am not like other women. Master Carter treats me differently. Don’t even think about trying to get on my nerves with that poor choice of words.” “I’m speaking the truth. I’ve seen a lot of women like you hundreds of years ago.” Sherry stepped forward and sized Shermaine up from top to bottom. “Other than your little delicate face, nothing stands out, especially that brain of yours.”

she replied, playfully rolling her eyes as she climbed into the truck. Damon closed the door behind her and quickly walked around to the driver's side. As he slid into his seat, he glanced over at her, his expression a mix of curiosity and concern. "Seriously, though, are you okay? You seemed a bit off yesterday." Her presence beside him filled the truck with a warmth he hadn't felt in a long time. He couldn't help but feel a protective instinct towards her, mixed with a burning desire to unravel the mystery she presented. Aqua's silver hair shimmered in the morning light, and her ember-like eyes held a depth that drew him in.

He reminded himself all the time, why he was there in the first place, he wanted to do more, because he wanted Charlie. Jeremy was a good friend to have, he had his own struggle in Goldstone. He had been there longer than him, and he never left. Jeremy always had his feet on the ground, focused on his goals, he had his girls from time to time but he didn't have a steady girlfriend. But then again, Jeremy had never been a stripper. Tom knew this was just the beginning, or at least he tried to convinced himself that it is. As he watched all those men performed a show on stage, stripped down naked at the end of it, he braced himself for the next time, it would be his turn. **********

The girl said as tears streamed down her face. "How long are you guys going to hug it out?" Cindy said coldly with raised eyebrows, an unfriendly look in her eyes. Only then did Cutter react. He held the girl's hand and turned around. "This is my cousin, Sheri." "Cousin?" Cindy and I said together. "Yeah." The defensive look on Cindy's face faded, but... Sheri was stunned the second she released Cutter. She froze on the spot, her eyes twitched as if something was off. Then, she moved her nose and exclaimed in disbelief, "Mate?!"

she murmured, shifting her gaze toward the dark leather bindings hanging ominously on the wall. “I thought I’ve always been strange.” He tilted his head, his voice laced with amusement. His sharp eyes caught her flushed face, and his smile widened. “You have such a dirty mind. I was merely asking if you wanted to make it memorable. And here you are, thinking naughty thoughts. Who knew the little mouse had a fantasy?” Unable to face his piercing gaze, Sherry turned her head to avoid him. She knew that her silence gave him ammunition, something he thrived on.

“Wait, you're telling me that THE Erus, apologized to you?” “He did.” Sherry nods. “He wants us to be good friends again. I don't know him that well, but I think that he approves of our relationship now.” I roll to get closer to her, and I pull her into a hug, the sting of tears in my eyes. Sherry is the closest thing that I have to a sister, and I have lived a cruel life without her all these years… “Okay, that's enough, I don't want both of us to start crying like someone died. Get into your big ass closet and get you the sexiest fit you can find…”

"Shit." My breaths came ragged, uneven. I tried to push myself up— But my body wouldn’t cooperate. A familiar voice cooed mockingly above me. A voice that had once been my mate’s. "No…" I forced my gaze upward, blinking rapidly against the blur of my vision. And there she was. Sherelle Delamorte. Standing above me, smiling. She looked down at me with lazy amusement, tilting her head as if surveying a broken toy. She let out a mocking tsk.