Cherri Bomb Hazbin Hotel Fanart Novels & Stories

Her father was running the Hunter's training all week, and he didn't respond well to tardiness, plus Cherry didn't feel like scooping up horse shit with her bare hands today. Cassie sighed. It was too early to be fighting with her lover, so she stepped aside, unblocking the passageway. “Just go, Cheryl.” “I promise we will talk some more later.” Cherry kissed Cassie on the cheek before turning to Kitty. “And happy birthday to you, bitch. Your present is in your underwear drawer. It's a dildo. You're welcome." Cheryl winked, then she hustled out of the house and hopped on her motorcycle. Cassie didn't release her breath until she heard the bike zooming in the distance.

Before she knew it, Cherry stood right in front of her, then she combed her fingers through her hair. At the same time, Zion was on his way to the back of Senior building to smoke. None of his family members and friends know that he is smoking, and to hide it, he’s using vape so the smoke scent won’t stick in his mouth and body. From afar, Zion heard voices of women. He stopped his pace and peeked where the sounds came from. Then, he saw Harriet and the three girls cornering her. Shoving his vape inside his pocket, he stayed at his place as he watched Cherry combed Harriet’s hair with her fingers.

The asshole, Alaric Raveni, had injected Eli with a neurotoxin called Valon. Time-stamped to kill. And now Eli’s life hangs in the balance of that sick bastard’s hand and the only way to save him is to find Lior’s drive from six years ago. The one that holds all his secrets. The secrets my Cherry died trying to expose. And I couldn’t do a damn thing to protect him. I took it upon myself to find that drive and hand it over. Because only then will my Cherry’s death mean something to me. If it ever should.

I carried my phone from the table, it was a text from Leslie, she had ordered chicken, pizza and coke and wanted me to get it for her. "Bummer, I have to start going back, it was nice catching up with you," I smiled, packing everything I needed. "It was great seeing you, hope to see you in class soon." I nodded taking the last slice of cake into my mouth and dashing out of the café, I don't know if I'm being paranoid or something but I just felt like Conrad was lying to me, that tattoo was too explicit for five people to own and the coincidence of him being close to the hospital at the same time.

“Hey there, Viy. Just dropping this over, what are you up to?” “Nothing much,” I bite into my chocolate-covered bacon. “Watching some random male catch criminals.” Helen chuckles at me, her eyes falling on my plate full of chocolate-covered bacon with a curious expression on her face. She walks towards me and places the bag in front of me. The smell of it makes me forget my bacon and the show. Leaning towards it, I start opening them. There was a small container full of burger patties, and next to them were cards with poorly drawn versions of me.

After wiping away her tears, Cherry waddled over to the bookshelves, pulled out a drawing album from the corner where it was least likely to be seen, and sat down on the carpet. Opening the album revealed a collection of drawings, some appearing eerily chaotic. It was difficult to discern their meaning. The only recognizable features were human heads, encircled by dark streaks that vaguely resembled beards. "You're the worst! I hate you! I'll never draw you again. Cherry doesn't need a daddy like you!" As she complained, she forcefully tore at the pages, ripping them into pieces. In a matter of minutes, the abstract masterpieces had turned into shreds of paper.

Sheri said, shaking her head as she stood up and Charles typed, zooming the photos out. "No! No! Oh, God, no!" Sheri gasped when she saw that one of the photos was a close-up of an ass with a black cock sticking out of it, beneath which was a pussy whose long inner lips were hanging down and gaping apart, beads of moisture glistening from the dark-tinged edges.

Then I walk over to his bed and hand him the flat white box tied with a silver bow. "Thank you," he says with both eyes scrunching up as he smiles. "No problem. Go ahead and open it" Travis undoes the tape, opens the lid, and gently pushes out the waxed paper. "Oh wow ..." "I made it special," I say with a proud smile, because inside the box is a 6-inch square block of chocolate, 1-inch thick, but on top is a thin, circle-shaped slice of white chocolate, and on that circle is a smiley face drawn with dark chocolate syrup that has been cooled and hardened so it won't stain. It's the same smiling face seen on the back of Pakkun's navy blue vest. The name of this particular smiley face is "Heno