Cherry Novels & Stories

‘Tell him that she is ours,' he urges, feeling very territorial since we have yet to mark and claim her as our own. “It smells amazing, like honey suckle and peaches, but I don’t think it’s that of Amaris,” he quickly says, picking up on the sudden nearly boiling tension in my body. “I’ve been around her before, I scented her when your father introduced her to the pack, this is different and my wolf is going nuts wanting to track it.”

It was so complicated that she didn't dare to pry further. "Aunt Melody, Cherry is doing very well over there. She's learning French and says many handsome French guys are pursuing her. They have to line up for weeks to invite her out for a meal. So, please don't worry," Fiona Forger took out her phone and showed Aunt Melody some photos Cherry Desmond had sent her. Cherry looked very happy in each photo, her long hair cut short, making her appear more vibrant. Especially in the pictures she took with a newly acquainted friend who had red hair, she looked even more beautiful and captivating.

"what is it cherry? Why are you sad? Is there something wrong? Coral ask with great care because she hate to see cherry sad. She sees cherry as her daughter because of the same character which they both have. "Nothing ma'am!" I'm just thinking about My family!" It's alright dear I thought maybe something was wrong! Do take care of the house and as usual let me know if my husband brought any girl while I'm away. ***** Cherry had decided to think of a fast way she could get to Hudson. She dress in a sexy way and approach Hudson that morning when he was coming from the

Maria said waving at Valeria in a queen-like manner. "Que tenga un buen día señora. Goodbye." Valeria said and left the room. Meanwhile, Maria sighed and sipped a little bit of wine from her tumbler. Whenever she got depressed or angry, red wine was her drug to overcome those emotions. She hoped that Philip would not get in her way. He had the special ability to destroy her plans at the most unexpected time.

“What’s in it?” “Bourbon,” I answer instantly, “sweet vermouth, and bitters. Garnish is a black cherry in the bottom of the glass.” I say these terms like I know what they mean, even though I don’t. What the hell is a black cherry? What are bitters? “And what do we never use?” Andre asks, raising his eyebrow. “The red cherry – maraschino.” Romano laughs at my answer as well as Andre’s sharp nod. “Give her a hard one this time,” he says, leaning against the bar.

when in fact we can burn this forest down into ashes. As soon as I set my foot on the village's gate, Gran, my childhood friend, came running to me. "Sera! The elder Fyre is looking for you." He said. He guided me towards the elder's house but while walking he kept telling about nonsense and when we were near the elder's house, I got irritated and said, "For the record Gran, you are the noisiest man I've ever met." and walked away, leaving him smiling, don't ask me why that's just how he is.

The lady took a seat beside me as she ordered for a beer before she drank it and exhaled with joy. “It’s great that American beer hasn’t changed.” She said and dropped the bottle. The female beside me, her name was Cherry. Blonde hair, pink lips and green-yellow eyes with an Australian accent that didn’t suit her hot and young cowgirl appearance. If I was to mention the flaw in her appearance, it was the gap between her teeth that she wore as a trophy. “Did you miss me?” Cherry asked as I rolled my eyes and sipped my drink while staring at the television.

Cherry was a brunette, with light brown eyes and a hot little body. “Hi Mr. Baphomet, Kitty and I were so happy to hear that you were coming tonight, but so sad when we weren’t chosen to spend the time with the both of you.” “Oh Cherry, don’t be so sad. We’ll be staying the whole weekend here to have plenty of time to get to you and Kitty.” “Oh wow, come this way to the club house.”

His icy stare made the man immediately shut up. Cherry huffed, her little face full of frustration and impatience. "Are you able to get it?" "Daddy will get it for you." "But you've been saying that for ages." Just as Cherry finished grumbling, a brightly colored sundae appeared in front of her. Panting but with bright eyes, Tristan held it out. "Your favorite cherry sundae." 'A cherry sundae!' Cherry's eyes lit up as she licked her dry lips, eager to take a big lick. But her anger hadn’t entirely dissipated, so she held back. 'Stay s

Their relationship was entirely platonic! "I get it, I get it!" Liam sighed. "You just love to tease us." Inside, he felt an overwhelming sense of exhaustion, but he couldn't express it in words. … "Carol, come over here. I've been waiting for you for so long," Cherry called out excitedly. Cherry was wearing Chanelle's classic black and white checkered dress, a renowned global brand. She paired it with a playful black beret. Cherry vigorously waved at a distant figure, inviting her over.