Cherie From Cherry Crush Novels & Stories

After struggling for a bit, she managed to get just two cherries. As she let out a sigh, her back pressed against a sturdy chest. The familiar scent of shower gel, faint but distinctive, could only belong to Griffith. She froze for a moment, wondering if he also wanted to eat some cake. Suddenly, the man took the plastic knife from her hand, easily scraped off a large pile of cherries from the top of the cake, and then placed it onto her cake. Cherries mixed with cream, not the most elegant sight, but quite spectacular.

Believe what I— My eyes snapped open and I leaned back. Cherries. Her lipstick was cherry flavored. Something about the glint in her eyes made my chest tighten. Did she know? If so, how did she actually find out? My throat burned, skin suddenly more irritated. “Dearest,” she started innocently, reaching for my hand. “Is something wrong?” I opened my mouth to speak but my throat seemed intent on tightening on itself. Yes, something was wrong. I was fucking allergic to cherry. And she had to have known. Cassian seemed to have noticed, already wading through the crowd towards me with a frown.

“What's going on here?” Two familiar deep velvet voices spoke from behind her. As soon as Cherry heard their voices, her crying heightened as she wailed exaggeratingly, she walked over to them and clutched their biceps, tears were falling from her smudged face. Claire expected her mates to remove Cherry's hand from their arm, but she was disappointed when they didn't. “I tried to stop her!” Cherry spoke with a high pitched voice. “I was only trying to get to know her, and - and she clutched my neck and tried to kill me!” She said with a fake sniffle.

"Please don't…" Mr. Cracker slowly released his grip on her wrist. Immediately Juicy tried to rise, to run away screaming, to crawl away if she had to—instead the world turned black.

Rosemary shouted. As Chantelle ran out, tears kept coming, no matter how hard Chantelle tried to hold them back. She felt so overwhelmed and alone. How could she possibly get everything done in time? And even if she did, what then? She would still be stuck here, under the thumb of her cruel and controlling relatives. The thought made her feel trapped, like a bird in a cage. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. But it was no use. The tears kept coming, and she felt her shoulders shaking with sobs.

POP MY CHERRY DADDY. Chapter 54. Isabella’s Pov. I threw my hand over his shoulder, grabbing tightly onto his head as he kissed my lips so breathlessly. He kissed me so passionately yet hungrily. His tongue lashed around my lips, licking me up hungrily, his tongue exploring every part of my mouth with an intensity that had the both of us gasping for breath. He tasted like sweet chocolate and minty chapstick. The flavor was overwhelming, addicting and I couldn't help but pull him even closer to me in return, kissing him with even more passion.

"There's nothing I can do now." "It's sad you have to sacrifice your happiness for this. If only the bastard killing your pack members was caught, you would be —" "Hey baby!" Curtis, Lois' mate, appeared holding a bag of red apples. He winked at me with a smile. "How are you Scarlett? Been a while since I saw you." "Hi Curtis. I'm good." I smiled and waved at him. He kissed Lois passionately on her lips. I had to roll my eyes as they tried to ravage their lips right in front of me.

“What’s in it?” “Bourbon,” I answer instantly, “sweet vermouth, and bitters. Garnish is a black cherry in the bottom of the glass.” I say these terms like I know what they mean, even though I don’t. What the hell is a black cherry? What are bitters? “And what do we never use?” Andre asks, raising his eyebrow. “The red cherry – maraschino.” Romano laughs at my answer as well as Andre’s sharp nod. “Give her a hard one this time,” he says, leaning against the bar.

I told her as I took the phone from her hand. She looked up sharply. "You reading those malicious lies is not in any way helping anything," I said. Her lips pursed. "But you do know—" I interrupted her. "It is being handled, Penelope. Have the croissant and the tea when it arrives." She held my gaze for a moment. "Fine," she said. Then she leaned back in her chair. "Though it would be hard," she started to say just as Clara brought in the tray. "Refreshments are here," she said in a sing-song voice while she set it down.

An hour later CeeCee, Alexa and I were sitting inside of a male strip club with the rest of the bachorlette party. We had front row seats to the stage. Ash's woman hasn't said much to me since I arrived, she's been having too much fun with her friends mooning over the strippers. I sipped my wine as I sat watching the whole show. Ash's lady was caucasian with long black hair, fairly tall well average for a female, I'll say about five foot five. I barely know her, but I'm already getting a bad vibe from her.