Cherry Crush R34 Novels & Stories

Ughh how I hate her voice so much. "I said what do you want bitch. I don't think you're deaf. Or are you? I'm really thinking that you are because I have to repeat myself". Amy said. Going closer to Genevra. I looked at her and she had her chin high up. And gives Genevra an piercing look. I looked at Genevra and her eyes held the same. If looks could kill. Amy and I would already be 6 feet under the ground. Me...I would be 6ft under the ground. Amy has the balls. I don't. *Cries in pain*.

he says flashing me a grin. Although I said that I didn't want to look at it, I am still somewhat curious. I hesitantly opened the box and my gaze fell onto a stack of colorful condom wrappers. Jeonghan reached over and picked up a yellow one, "This is mango scented..." He put it down and take another one, "This is strawberry. There is also peach, grapes... Oh, they just launched a fruit scented condoms. Do you want to try it?" Jeonghan leaned over me brazenly and smirked at my frozen state.

She asked taking a quick glance over at me “ I have a mate, her name is cherry.” Ryan smiles “ Cherry like the stone fruit ? That’s so cute!” She smiles “ What about you?” She asked Creed “ no I’m not seeing anyone unless you count my pillow I see her every night” he winked She giggled “ gross” she said making the throwing up sound “ and you?” Creed asked me “ me? No, I don’t have anyone.” I said focusing on the road “ make a left after that stop sign” she said looking at me with sad eyes

I was in a bad mood the whole week. Thanks to Kristoff. He knew how to pissed me off. For those days, I have been trying to see him to no avail. He was hiding from me. Yep. I got it. “Seriously, Belle? Do you still have a crush on that marine guy? Record-breaker, huh?” She grinned. That made me more pissed. I threw her a lot of chips. We were actually in Kylie’s house, and we were currently watching Kissing Booth two in her room.

All I can think about is him. Finally. I’m going to see him again. A quiet excitement builds in my chest, sharp and addictive. I can already imagine it— The masks. The music. The anonymity. Just me and him… No eyes watching. No fear. No consequences. Just us. I exhale slowly, my grip tightening around my phone as my smile deepens. “Finally…” I mutter under my breath. I get him back.

He starts to flash me pictures of my mate, refusing to allow me to have any pleasure. I roar in frustration, standing I start to destroy the room. The laughing never stopping, I cant shut this fucker out. I stand in the middle of her room, the place in carnage and my chest heaving. I hear someone rushing towards the room, I catch the scent of my Beta as I pull the door open.

Mercile Industries was a drug research and development company that would do anything to make a buck. She watched 416 cautiously as she allowed her gaze to roam over his naked body. His back rose and fell with his breathing but besides blinking, he didn’t otherwise move. She noticed a red mark on his side. With his arms stretched upward she could see it clearly. Ellie hesitated. He could kill her if he broke a chain.

he called after me in a choked voice. But the wind was strong, and I didn't look back. What use was remorse now? In this world, some things remained beyond redemption. I then got into Cameron's car. As he started it, the loud rumble echoed through the air. "Let's go, Eva." As we drove off, I glanced in the rearview mirror. Jeffrey had already disappeared from view.

Hailey: You better don’t keep me waiting, I'm almost at your house. Chloe smiled at the text and then she shook her head. Hailey sure was interested in the ice cream Zach promised. She knew she had a crush on him, and hoped that it wasn’t something serious, because she couldn't become some "you don’t have to cry anymore” kind of friend. She sighed as she typed her response. Chloe: I just got out of the shower. Shouldn't you come upstairs to come to help me out, or do you prefer I look like a spider?

As the Toyota Tundra bursted into the clearing, the growl of its engine mixed with the howl of our wolves, signalled the dawn of a battle with the Nosferatu vampires. The moon hung high in the night sky, casting an ethereal glow upon the darkened clearing. David and I crouched low in the back of our roaring Toyota Tundra, anticipation coursing through our veins. Our snarls mingled with the rumble of the engine as we approached the scene where the Nosferatu vampires and the vile gangster conducted their sinister transaction beside a row of exotic vans. With a thunderous crash, we burst through the dense foliage, our massive forms leaping out of the truck in a symphony of primal fury. The vamp