Cherry Romane & Geschichten

Juicy put her hand on her hips and tapped her foot in annoyance, staring at everyone in the room until they averted their eyes. She continued, despite the fact that she had no one to focus her anger on. "And first of all; those are not from a box or from the corner store. Those are fresh made. Second; fresh blueberries cost good money when people gotta be pigs about things!" Juicy put her hands back into the woman's hair. She pulled the comb through tensely. "So, if you all get hungry then you need to just pack a damn lunch, shit." She mumbled.

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.

"Nice to meet you too" Cherry sat down and looked at the table, there is nothing on it, no drink, no bear and again she thought, "What will you be doing in a bar with having no intention of drinking" "Waiter!" Cherry screamed and a waiter appeared immediately, Good morning ladies, what can I get you?" "Get us two bottles of beer, thank you" Cherry stated and turned to see Noami frowning, "One bottle please" Noami told the waiter and Cherry stared at her confused.

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.”

Jay said, “Don’t move. I will carry you.” Angeline wrapped her arms around his neck and enjoyed the special pregnancy treatment she was getting with peace of mind. When Jay put Angeline on the couch, she suddenly smacked her lips and said, “I want to eat cherries.” Jay responded, “I’ll buy them.” “Loquat.” “I’ll buy them all.” “Sour plum is fine too…” Jay eyed Angeline suspiciously. “You want to eat something sour, don’t you?” Angeline nodded. “I think so.”