Cherry Ink Novels & Stories

“Don’t be coy, that’s Dex Fyrestone, the future Alpha? Surely you’ve heard about him?” My mind was swirling, that flirty, sexy jerk was the future Alpha? “No! I swear…I mean I just fobbed him off and stole his jacket.” “NO!” Cherry yelled, running towards me and grabbing the pile of books from me. “Oh my god, you didn't, what did he say, tell us everything!” She took the jacket and even gave it a dramatic sniff. “Shit, he smells good doesn’t he,” she said making me laugh as I agreed “It’s a smoky one for sure”.

Merindah cross has spent three years trying to rebuild her life after the brutal murder of her sister, Evie.working quietly as a restorer at the victorian Historical Respository,she finds comfort in old forgotten records,and silence of history.But everything changes when she discovers a strange document connected to her sister's death

I passed Polly in the hallway. She was pushing a handcart piled with ten or so boxes, arms trembling. Seeing me, she stopped and lowered her head to let me pass. "Distribution going okay?" I asked. "…So-so," her voice hoarse. I nodded and walked on. After a few steps, I glanced back. She was still there, hands on the cart, shoulders slumped. The snowlight outside cast pale shadows on her face—white, almost bloodless. The next day, my assistant mentioned casually while dropping off documents, "Mr. Bassett… the employees secretly created a group chat. They call it the 'Cherry Victims Alliance.'"

"This will do the trick." It's deep cherry red.

Her expression took on a slightly mischievous quality as she spoke. "Well, it seems I've monopolized enough of your time for today," Cherry said, her voice laced with a hint of mystery. "But before I go, Levi, I think it would be prudent if I had a way to contact you. You know, to call when I’m less busy and all." Levi, caught off guard by Cherry's unexpected request, smiled warmly and reached into his pocket, pulling out a small notepad and a pen. He scribbled his phone number onto a piece of paper and handed it to Cherry, his curiosity piqued by her enigmatic demeanour.

Like her personality, Cherry's outfit was an attention stealer as well. She wore a teasing school girl outfit, black with trims of lime green and white with a matching plaid mini skirt. Her shirt was missing the first two buttons at the top allowing her cleavage to be seen from a distance. Her shoes were also black flats and complimented her nicely tanned legs. She was the perfect model for any p**n magazine. "What did I miss," Cherry asked sliding beside her in an empty seat.

“Night.” Cherry whispered behind her, “Silent and sassy. Damn.” . . .

“You have been there for me many times, I want to be there for you too.” Cherry went quiet, clutching the grey sheet as her gaze drifted to the door where Garret and Imaya stayed, waiting to hear her deepest secret. Cherry shook her head, Vanilla understood, an idea lit up in her mind and she smiled. Bringing out her palm to Cherry, she mouted, “Write it” Cherry nodded, she took Vanilla's hand and began, the first word was an ‘I’ and the sentence ended with the word. “Pregnant.” hands trembling as she wrote the last word.

he said, “you’re Cherry’s friend.” I nodded. “Since college.” He looked at me like he was trying to solve a puzzle. I took a long sip from my drink and asked. “Are you here often?” He smiled. “Let’s just say I’m here to ease off stress.” Cherry signaled to me, passing me a piece of paper. I immediately unfolded it. Her handwriting was scribbled on the small note, asking if I was doing okay. I looked towards her and gave her a thumbs up, she winked and proceeded to writing on another piece of paper, seconds later, she passed it to me.

The sight of his lower lip jutting out had me tasting the energy around him again. "You've got to try them. Heavenly." From what I was getting from him, he was very serious about his cherries and chocolate. I didn't pick up the usually muddled energies of physical desire or lust. His were pure and clean. Simple. "What's your name, cherry?" I blinked. Had he just called me...no, certainly not. "Scarlet." He laughed, his eyes brightening. "Practically the same thing. I'm going to call you Cherry."