Cherry Novels & Stories

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.”

Cherry thought that if she brought him to Mapleston, the leader and the others would definitely be able to deal with him, and she wasn't afraid of him hurting anyone. Cherry questioned, "Have you decided?" Adrian met Cherry's gaze. From her eyes, Adrian saw a trace of cunningness. He instantly understood her intentions and shook his head with a smile. But so what if he had caught on to her plan? If he didn't seek out the leader of Mapleston, he might lose the chance to escape this rainforest.

Cherry thought as she hurriedly pulled out her phone and snapped a few pictures of Stefon and Fay. As soon as she had taken the pictures, she sent Francis the pictures. [Let me show you something fascinating, Francis. I think you'll enjoy these] Cherry flashed a sly smile as she studied the photographs and modified text on the screen. She mentally hissed, "Francis will undoubtedly leave the bitch. I will be able to spend time with him in this manner."

In past years, someone would have started clapping by now. But this year, no one did. Polly Malfoy, a newcomer who had joined three months ago, was the first to lift her head. She said, "Mr. Bassett, I heard that at Midea Tech's annual meeting, everyone got two big boxes of cherries." The room fell abruptly silent. I frowned. "What did you just say?" "Cherries," she repeated, tracing a small circle on the tabletop. "Imported ones. "One box costs seventy or eighty dollars. Two boxes are 160 dollars—and that doesn't even include the extra two months' salary they give."

Mia Brooks thought leaving Callum Blackwood was the right decision. Their relationship had been short but intense, leaving her overwhelmed by a world that felt too big and consuming for her sense of self. Choosing to walk away, she set out to rebuild her life on her own terms. But independence comes at a cost. Struggling financially, Mia is forced to find a roommate just to stay afloat. What she doesn’t realize is that the person she chooses is the same man she tried to leave behind—Callum Blackwood. Callum moves into her space with quiet certainty, and what should have been a clean break becomes something far more complicated. Living under the same roof forces them back into each other’s

I had believed that I had all the time in the world for us to know each other and that if we were meant to be together, it would happen in its own time. Like a blind man, I wandered into the living-room, my gaze skittering around as if searching for something. It stopped on the cushions Cherry had made. Covers that bore my mate’s namesake: Cherry blossom. It was one of the little quirks I’d learned about her over the last few months as she’d shared her designs with me. In every one, she liked to hide her mark in it somewhere. Even in the clothes she made, she’d invariably stitched the detail of two cherries in. It was her signat

Dante, on the other hand, looked one second away from flipping the entire desk. “Get. Out. Of. That. Chair,” he snapped, Alpha aura flaring so hard the papers on the desk rustled. I yawned. Then my eyes landed on the small crystal bowl sitting neatly on the corner of the desk. Cherries. Perfect, glossy, and deep red. I reached out slowly and deliberately, picked one up between my fingers and popped it into my mouth, biting down with a soft crunch. Juice dripped down my finger. “Damn,” I said thoughtfully, licking it off. “That’s good. Tell the servants to bring more. These are acceptable.”

I call them again, and I think she's fed up and doesn't want to be embarrassed, she picks up her purse and runs out the door. I hate her so much now, all the good memories we shared has just been erased and there's nothing she or anyone can do about it. Going into my room with my phone and the picture of little Cherry in my hand, I sit and carefully examine the pictures I'm holding. My Cher' has wild brunnete mane, and so does this one, she has full rosebud lips so does this one, the only difference here is that grown up Cherry's cheeks is plump ad mature, their eyes are both goldish brown in color, all these similarities and ye

The air was thick with the scent of sweat and exhaustion. Cherry flopped onto the bench in her oversized hoodie, stretching her arms dramatically. “So Red, huh?” she said, eyes glittering with mischief. “Big, scary, silent type swooping in to save our little Ivy. I think I’m in love.” Ivy, still pulling on her jeans, rolled her eyes. “Cherry, stop.” “Oh, come on,” Cherry whined playfully. “He was like—bam! Creepy guy’s gone. Ivy’s saved. The crowd goes wild. You could’ve kissed him.”

Harper stirred the batter slowly, closing her eyes for a moment, enjoying the warmth of the chocolate steam hitting her sweat-drenched face. Harper grabbed a box of plump, ripe, juicy fresh black cherries. Quickly, she pitted them, then crushed the fruit in a small pan with pure cane sugar and a splash of premium liqueur. As the sweet aroma of the cherries began to simmer and bubble, Harper reached for a secret ingredient that a French chef as rigid as Armand would never dare touch: red bird's-eye chili, dried and ground into a sharp, aromatic powder. She sprinkled the chili powder into the bubbling cherry sauce. Chili-cherry re