Cherry Writes Novels & Stories

Swallowing hard, I take the drink from him. So uncomfortable but not completely undesirable. It’s too much! “Cherry knew Jayden from high school in London. When she was fifteen, she told me she had a crush on him, but, and I quote in her words Women shouldn’t make a move on the men they are interested in… The men ought to make the first move.” Wait what… My eyes move back to him again, and my jaw almost drops. Firstly, he knew Cherry when she was fifteen?! That explains Mr Ken!

I typed in our wedding anniversary without even thinking about it. The phone opened. My fingers scrolled to the messages app and I took a deep breath and exhaled before I opened the thread. [Good morning baby. I miss you already. Last night was everything.] Who on earth was this Tally Bear? I held the phone, standing there, contemplating whether to put it away. After all, it was better if whatever was in that chat never came to light. But Curiosity? It ate away at me like a snail chewing on a layer of cabbage.

There's nothing like fear and a failed mission to clear the mind. I showered, made myself something good to eat, and then tracked her down to the underground aquarium. She was watching the fish as they swam by. There was a piece of candy between her lips, and she wore a short grey fur skirt and a white tank top. Cherry was lying on the floor, her phone playing soft music beside her. It buzzed a few times, likely her receiving notifications from the random people on her contact list. “Cherry,” I called out to her. She didn't turn, just continued sucking on the candy while her eyes followed one of the multi coloured fishes.

Zara Castellano doesn’t cry. She doesn’t beg. She doesn’t love. As the only daughter of the most feared mafia family on the East Coast, Zara was raised to command armies and slit throats in silence. At twenty-three, she’s spoiled, dangerous, and untouchable. Men want her. Enemies fear her. And everyone obeys her. Everyone… except Lucien Blake. A self-made billionaire with no allegiance to blood or bullets, Lucien becomes the pawn in a deadly marriage contract—one that ties him to a woman he’s never met but already loathes. Zara doesn’t want a husband. She wants a pet. A toy. A man she can dominate. Lucien isn’t used to bowing. But this time, saying “no” means death. Thrown into a marr

’ Cherry ponders. “Crappy hell!” She swore loudly and goes into her closet throwing clothes everywhere to find a simple conserving outfit. Cherry had no time to think about the person who wrote the sticky notes, what worries her most is facing Rex Angelo. She constantly thinks of things he would say when he sees her. “Oh dammit, I am so dead today!.” With little or no time left to sort out an outfit, Cherry goes to grab a big towel and takes a quick bath. She came out wrapped in the towel still dripping wet and wasted no time searching for something to wear among the pile of clothes.

she would begin and we would listen with amusement. After Koe’s story was told, another one took the spotlight. Their stories were long and brutal to hear but all the words they utter were slowly being written by Cassie. Cassie is still working in the library while Soren, her mate, has been patrolling around the town. Cassie was good at writing so she gladly accepted the job of penning Starblood’s third history book. The writer of the first and second books was Alpha Kalil’s late uncle. “Soren, you are lucky to have a mate like Cassie,” Chloe whispered to Soren who can’t stop staring at Cassie. Cassie kept herself attentive, not allowing anyone to disturb her as she writes down every story t

He’d also been the one to follow my order to invite Cherry back from Berlin to attend my Alpha ceremony. At the thought, I gripped my phone harder. Did this have something to do with Cherry? I watched the three blinking dots for a few more seconds with strained anticipation. I promised Cherry, as her old friend, that I wouldn’t tell you this. But after yesterday and with Cherry gone again, I know I must tell you now. Cherry has a six-year-old daughter, Fern. I met her while I was in Berlin. I think Cherry conceived her while she was still in the pack.

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.

"My Bro, how can you give me this too much tasks? You are an idiot," Cherry blurted as she pursed her lips. That tiny girl with long dangling hair was Cherry Alexandra, the younger sister of Langit Danendra Adyaksa, both a young professor in the unversity where his sister attended and a famous writer. The man with dimple and the height 180 with clean bright skin and pink lips just silently accepted her anger. Cherry was standing at the middle of the door grumbling, she thought Langit was too much in giving the tasks. While Langit who received the scolding took no action, he would rather stare at the monitor than Cherry who thought him as a heartless lecturer.

Warning ***Excerpt, Mature contents*** "Why did you have to make me suffer?" I paused, "Do you hate me that much?" "Isabelle," Dimitri hisses with such venom in his voice. "You might want to watch your words carefully." "Don't worry, I'll free you from this burden." I spat. "Enough!" Dimitri growls "I'm going to reject you." "Enough!" He roars, making me stop. He grabs my arms, corners me against the wall. My heart is beating rapidly. I see fire in his eyes as he lock me with his body. "Fuck this! I'm done running from what's has already been decided by fate." With that said, he captures my lips in a fierce kiss. Isabella Rosa Santacruz, a witch on the ru