Cherry Red Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

My mind wandered to different places and he smiled before walking. “If you could customize it,” he asked casually, “what color?” “Cherry red,” I said before I could overthink it. I pictured the shine and the beauty of it. “Is cherry red your favorite color?” he asked. “Can you take a guess?” “Your favorite color is pink?” “Black’s my real favorite,” I said, “but I’ve always wanted to own a cherry red car. Something about it pleases the eye.” I said as we kept walking.

I lifted my glass again. Maybe tonight really could just be a night to forget everything. Adam reached toward the fruit platter on the table and picked up a bright red cherry. “Have you tried one of these?” he asked with a playful smile. Before I could answer, he held the cherry between his fingers and leaned closer. “Here,” he murmured. “Try it like this.” I raised an eyebrow, slightly amused despite myself. “How?” Instead of answering, he lifted the cherry toward my lips, his gaze fixed on mine as if daring me to play along.

“Then what should I call you?” I leaned over the bar, feeling the alcohol buzzing in my ears. “Call her Cherry.” The voice didn't come from Jasper. It came from right behind my shoulder—smooth, deep, and utterly certain. I froze. The air around me suddenly felt electric. “Cherry?” Jasper asked. I turned slowly. He was standing there, hands in his pockets, looking like a king who had wandered into a gutter. He was effortlessly commanding. “Why Cherry?” Jasper asked. The stranger’s eyes didn't leave mine. Not even for a heartbeat. “Because,” he said quietly, his gaze dropping to my hair, “it’s not a color people forget. It suits her.”

People have this crazy idea that King Alexander is going to ruin the reputation of the kingdom which his father had built. “Well I think people should have more faith in the King, don’t you think Cherry?” I talk to my best companion Cherry, a light brown horse with white spots. When she was little, I found her in the castles kitchen eating all the cherries that the maids had picked, hence why I call her Cherry. Oh how she has grown!

Christine said to me while helping me rummage through the cabinet. I saw a white polo shirt with a knitted red rose on its upper right collar. “It’s not a date that you think it is. We’re just friends.” I hold the polo shirt higher for me to see its length. “What do you think about this?” I asked her.

Sin Frostfire Solutions Carla stood before me in six-inch high stilettos, her pale face containing a bit of shine. Her lips were a deep red, complemented by the blood red dress she was wearing. As beautiful as she turned out in her vampiric form, I still couldn’t get my mind off how Scarlet was humping Jerk in the college grounds. Carla’s lips were moving as she gestured with her hands. But I wasn’t listening. Although I was elated to see her, it was difficult to erase the picture of Scarlet and another man in my mind. Even when I knew there was little I could do to change the situation.

Cherry asked with the aim of avoiding the look her Dad shot at her cause she could see from the side of her eyes that he was still glaring at her. Stacy hovered her palm on her lips, her cheeks turning light pink. Cherry notices the change on Stacy’s face and her brows knotted into a deep concerned frown. "What's wrong with your face? Why are you turning pink?” Bruce heard Cherry's question and he had to look up again to know what she was talking about when Stacy’s melodious laughter burst into his eardrops. "Hahaha,” She laughed and closed her mouth again. "Sorry, but you guys are just too funny to watch. Are you among the Tom and Jerry kid's show?”

Amelia's POV I snapped the stem off the cherry, the plump fruit now free of the little leaves attached to it. “What colour should I paint this time?” Lillian asked. She had returned yesterday after hearing what happened at the house a few days ago. Typical Lilian. She didn't stop wailing even when she hugged me. I knew she missed me and I missed her too. I popped the cherry in my mouth, enjoying the juicy sweetness with my eyes closed. “I think pink and blue.” I replied with my eyes closed relishing the taste of the cherry. Nowadays, my cravings are off the charts. Just an hour ago, I had a big bucket of ice cream and now, it's onto fruits.

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 yet I'm not convinced. Suddenly it comes to me, there is something my Cher' has that no one has and knows only me, I noticed it and she told me back then, my hand shaking, I turn the two photos and see it, the little birth mark on her left side cheek, both of them have it. The picture suddenly drops from my hand, staring at my phone in shock, I can't believe I've found my Cher', my only friend from my past, I have found...... Oh God! TBC

Marley settled down beside her some moments later after placing a bottle of champagne and two champagne flutes on the table. Clarissa raised her brows in askance. ‘What? We can’t drink in peace anymore?’ he asked jokingly. ‘Not when the drink in particular is a 1989 Scandinavian cherry pop, limited edition. What’s the occasion?’ she asked with a mouthful of pie. Marley had always been a collector. He prided himself on being able to collect even the rarest of gems, if he wanted. ‘We can toast to life. It’s something worth celebrating, right?’ he said with a smirk.