Cherry Ink Novels & Stories

I just sighed before simply tapping my son. Adrian quickly stood up and said goodbye to urinate so Andrei's brows furrowed. "What?" I laughed because I could not explain his reaction. He lowered the box on the table and then took a cutter on the top of the refrigerator. He opened it quietly and carefully. I stopped laughing as I watched him checking it. The box, which is the size of a shoe box, is full of confetti. In the end he also got the very contents of it, a bottle with a roll of letter inside.

William advised nothing properly heals the heart with content and fullness than a letter. I'm not a Shakespeare, I'm simply Austin the child in your eyes (please note I say this as I roll my eyes). Well, I suppose I've already ruined this part of the love letter. I'm frustrated, angry and so many other woes. I might be seventeen in age but I'm older in mindset by years. You belittle all that I have to offer, always. It rather... makes me livid. Henry is an twenty-eight year old geyser, he does not do much for you. When you cry, I'm there. When you're sad, I'm there. Whenever you need me, I'm present as should be. Where is Henry? God knows. You and I could be together, I do not care for my lo

I’d just survived the ‘Public Display of Lip-lock Disaster’, and now I was about to play ‘Guess What the Man Who Could Kill Me in Six Seconds Doesn’t Know About Me’. Knox didn’t even pretend to refuse. He lounged back, one arm draped over the backrest, his gaze fixed on me. “Go ahead, Little Cherry. Make me curious.” He murmured, enough to make it sound like a fuckin’ dare. I shot him a narrow-eyed smile. “Alright. Something you don’t know about me…” I said putting on my best thoughtful face. “Hmm… here is one, when I was twelve, I got chased by a goose for stealing its bread.”

The fruity scent of the cocktail mixed with something slightly bitter as the pills dissolved completely. As soon as she was done, she put a cherry on the drink with the laxatives and picked another similar glass with the same cocktail in it, but without the cherry, and turned to face the room. The cherry bobbed on the surface like a tiny red life preserver, innocent and inviting. Both glasses looked identical in the dim lighting, their pink contents catching the soft glow from the overhead fixtures.

In my palm, they found a small piece of a candy wrapper soaked in blood. On the back of the wrapper, a few crooked words had been scratched out in blood. I had carved them with my fingernail, bit by bit. The officer held up the evidence bag and read the words aloud for everyone to hear. "Mom, I wish you had never had me." The moment those words came out, the air seemed to freeze. Mom looked like someone had ripped out her spine. Her eyes rolled back, and she fainted completely. Liam stared at my body covered by the white sheet. He clawed at the floor like a madman, making horrible scraping sounds.

She knew we saw what she did to her. "Hey Cherry! " You okay?" asked Sammy, who came up to her and hugged Cherry. Yes, I am fine! When she wiped her ass off with her hand, I wanted to make sure I didn't get my pretty dress dirty," she said with a sad smile, tears blocking her eyes. We all are wearing the same dress but different colors, Cherry is red, and mine is Pink; Nessie is Black; Samie Marie is orange; Savannah is Teal; Sammy is White Gold. It has a sweetheart neckline, and it is long, and we all got the same hairstyle and make-up, and the shoes are all flats.

I typed in our wedding anniversary without even thinking about it. The phone opened. My fingers scrolled to the messages app and I took a deep breath and exhaled before I opened the thread. [Good morning baby. I miss you already. Last night was everything.] Who on earth was this Tally Bear? I held the phone, standing there, contemplating whether to put it away. After all, it was better if whatever was in that chat never came to light. But Curiosity? It ate away at me like a snail chewing on a layer of cabbage.

or was he not. • ...and we are many...many too identical... Red ink. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • RED INK EP 32: Where two roads shall meet and pieces begin to form. • • When Hither walked her to the elevator, he stopped and told her, "When you go downstairs, do not speak to anyone that you were at the top floor. No one. Not even to people outside of the hospital work force. Are we in accord?"

SHE DEVIL "You spent so much girl talking to that laundry girl, Cherry said, frowning after Michael came back to the house, I had to pay her and my transfer app was a bit slow, Michael lied, Anyways let's not let that laundry girl come in between us, Cherry said carrying two glasses of wine, handing over the one in her left hand to Michael. What are we celebrating Michael said,looking a bit surprised, We are celebrating, friendship,peace and a beautiful future together,Cherry smirked

The ink clings to the quill, its viscosity carefully crafted to prevent dispersal in the water. Turning his attention to the kelp paper in front of him, Bryan observes the faint shimmer on its surface. The kelp fibers have been infused with a unique hardening agent, a secret formula known only to the skilled artisans of Tritania. The agent causes the ink to react, triggering a chemical transformation that solidifies the liquid, ensuring that the words he pens will remain intact and readable.