Cherry Magic Fanfiction Novels & Stories

After attending Hector's grandson's milestone celebration, Cherry couldn't shake off her gloomy mood. She decided to have a heart-to-heart with Hector, expressing her desire to find her place in Dawsbury instead of staying at Garrison Villa. Considering the remote location might not align with the preferences of young people who enjoy lively surroundings, Hector agreed to her request. When the time came for Cherry to leave, Liam volunteered to drive her to her new place. The atmosphere in the car mirrored their usual interactions at home—Liam focused on driving, and Cherry occupied the passenger seat, engrossed in scrolling through social media and shopping apps.

I felt a jolt in my chest, the tiniest flare of joy and vindication. Cherry leaned against the counter beside me, wiping her hands on her apron. “See? You’ve got magic in your hands,” she said quietly, almost to herself. I glanced at Crest. He was watching me again, that quiet, steady look in his eyes. There was something unspoken there, pride, admiration, maybe even love, though he had not said it aloud. I felt my chest tighten at the weight of it, and for a moment, I let myself just breathe it all in. The smells, the sounds, the warmth, the energy, the people. Cherry saw the brief exchange between me and Crest.

Cherry’s POV Okay, I’ve been dolled up several times before in ways that you cannot even begin to imagine but never, and I repeat, never have I looked this damn glamorous. I don’t know who Xavier, Maddison and Coral are but after this miracle that they’d just performed, I had to get all their numbers and become friends with them instantly, because I literally looked like a Disney Princess after they were done.

Dylan Again, I imagined the slender woman sitting in the kitchen, her long blonde hair and smooth heart-shaped face undeniably beautiful. It was why I couldn’t share a room with her, despite the hurt I knew it caused her. After all, I was still a hot-blooded male who saw how god-damned beautiful she was—every day. I didn’t trust myself to share a bed with such a beautiful woman and keep my hands to myself. I knew Cherry was only eighteen and likely hadn’t had any experience with guys. After all, from the age of eleven, she’d known she was destined to be my mate and the future Luna of the Starsmoon pack. She deserved her first time to be with someone who truly cared for her. And although I fo

There was no answer. Cherry scrunched her hands into angry fists and punched the door so hard it left a dent. She did not care about that. Mia was fascinated by the strength this girl had. Not only had she fought off five rogue wolves but she also left a fist print in a door. Mia wondered if she would have the same sort of strength. She shook her head and pinched herself. No, she was not dreaming. “Hey you, Omega.” Cherry yelled to a servant girl who was passing by. The girl shook with fear as Cherry strode over to her.

“What - what do you mean?” What the hell kind of sinister plan does she have up her sleeve? “Moon Shadow is waffling in its support of Ansel. My father’s been furious with him since he broke off our engagement. You have -“ Cherry breaks off. She’s fighting back angry tears. “You have no idea how humiliating that was. Especially to be dumped for a whore.” Cherry’s lucky I’m not at normal emotional capacity. I’d probably spit back at her - right in her face.

She stroked her cheeks, “Don’t listen to those kids, they are jealous of you that’s why they say such terrible things.” Cherry folded her arms and pouted, “I’m not a baby anymore. I don’t believe I don’t have a daddy. Surely I didn’t fall from the sky and land in your arms, did I? “Um…” Scarlett was at loss for words. “Mommy” Cherry’s doe eyes sparkled, “I just want a daddy.” Scarlett let out a bitter smile, “Don’t worry, I’ll give you a daddy soon.” “Really, how soon?” Cherry pouted her little lips excitedly.

"You want someone dominant..." "You mean Christian Grey type..." Her eyes widened. Cherry's smirk widened. "NO Massimo Torricelli type... He is such a daddy material..." He was fangirling. "365 days... Well, that's hot, but it's just a movie. No man is like him in real life..." She said, leaning back in her seat lazily. 'And I think I have enough mafia problems in my life right now' Cherry huffed. "Yeah, can't agree more... But hey, don't lose hope; maybe you will find some daddy who will fulfil all your dark fantasies... Come on, you have the body of a sex goddess..."

My hands were shaking like a brown leaf in autumn as I put the phone down. Then I slowly lowered my trembling body into one of the chairs before I fell. And I was quick to understand something that would change every single thing. The dates in every one of those messages did not even start after the funeral. Whatever this thing was, it had started way before her husband had died. Long before I had ever dreamed of walking down the aisle with Duke. And even before me.

So it made sense that she had written so much about me. She missed me constantly. She wondered if I was happy, if I was taking care of myself, and if I was doing okay. Later in the journal, she met Mike. They started seeing each other. However, Mom disapproved. She wanted them to break up. She made things as difficult as possible, trying to force Cherry to form a mate bond with the man she had chosen. Cherry resisted and kept the relationship secret. The journal ended a week before Cherry's death. The final entry was the day Mom found out Cherry had been living with Mike.