Cherry Valance Outsiders Novels & Stories

Bryan hasn't texted since this morning's curt "Running late. Start without me if you want." On Valentine's Day. Our fifth anniversary. I poured a drink. Then I poured one more. The bubbles hurt my throat. I looked out the big window. The city shimmered below, thousands of tiny lights glowing like fallen stars. The room is very expensive and it beats the cost of my dress. Bryan chose it because he wanted to show our love off. "I'm sorry I've been distant. I know work has been stressful for you. I'll try harder to understand." I soliloquized, memorizing the words I've rehearsed all week.

The Chardonnay tasted slightly bittersweet making Val wonder if the drink had always tasted like that. However, the taste soon diminished and she passed it off as probably a cause of her lipstick. She put down the glass and said to attorney chris’ hearing, “ I guess I’ll take my leave then” It wasn't like the attorney would tell her to leave. However, she was met with silence and no reply from the attorney. Val almost facepalmed when she remembered he had a headphone on and probably couldn’t have heard her as he worked with intent focus on the audio recording of the confrontation between her and Mark.

Ugh, why does my name sound heavenly when he uses it? My gaze is drawn back to Ms. Richards, who is now frowning. “Oh, right, well… If you are interested in following me, Mr. Valentino. We may discuss the donation you are making in greater detail.” She casts a sultry glimpse my way as she leads Don Valentino down the cold corridor to her office. “Slut bag,” I whisper, walking in the opposite direction to my fathers' room, still reeling in the aftermath after learning what the word, Farfalla, truly means.

At that time, I don’t think they’ll be able to get away from me. While the Mad Ox Dark Race beings were escaping, the Apocalyptic Legion managed to slaughter a few more of them, causing streams of blood to flood the ground. Cherry was hiding in a corner as she watched the scene unfold. No words could describe her feelings. She finally realized how little she knew about the world. She was just like a frog that had always been in a well and had never seen the world before. Ever since she was born, she had been treated like a precious existence. Her talents were shocking, and no one within her age group was on par with her; this resulted in her icy cold personality.

They immediately went up to her and picked her up from the ground, asking her if she was alright. Vivian had tears in her eyes. "I'll be fine. It's not Irene's fault. I was just too clumsy and tripped over nothing. Please don't blame Irene for it." Her words only stoked their anger. "Irene Sherman! How could you be such a vicious bitch?" Mom yelled at me in disappointment. "You've disappointed me!" I ignored them completely and began eating all the persimmons on the ground. Then, I turned around to face them and calmly said, "I've finished the persimmons. That means I can leave now, right?"

Knight Adamson got out of his sleek Bentley and handed the code-keys to the valet hovering outside his car door. Buttoning up his sleek black suit jacket for the walk into the restaurant, Knight bypassed the small crowd waiting in the lobby hoping to be called off the waitlist by the beautiful hostess who guarded the tables behind her with a creepy smile that he always found disturbing. “Reservation for Adamson at ten o’clock,” Knight said with a quick smile once he caught her eye, “Sorry, I’m a little late.”

I chuckle sadly. "Then p-please-… Please, don't hurt me," little Valerie begs. "I won't because you're going to meet a charismatic vampire and call him Charming. He's going to be your saviour, your brother. He's going to put you on a sugar rush, and you'll pretend you hate it, but deep down, you love it. You're going to see Eldora. The beauty behind the chaos. There's going to be a witch. She's going to take care of you and share her wisdom, heal your wounds."

Nothing good ever happens to me. I take some deep breaths and I put my shoes on. I opened the door and the scent hits me again. I give a couple of steps and I stop in front of her door taking in her smell. I shake my head telling myself this can’t happen and I walk downstairs towards outside. There’s a big tent in the back garden of the house and I can hear people talking. The noise is defining. The pack was sent to only had the elders unmarked. I never got to mark Emily. A year appears on the corner of my eye and I shake all those thoughts away from my head as I walk inside the tent.