Cherry Writes Novels & Stories

Cherry said pointing at Michael. Cherry we talked about this the last time you came, Michael said calmly trying not to sound offensive, you are I can't work, he said pointing at himself and then Cherry,we both have different perspective of life,i need a woman that can compliment me,Cherry,yes our parents wants us to get married,but I don't think you and I are comparable, my soul just doesn't connect with yours Michael said trying as much as possible to convince Cherry. "Well at least you can over me a drink or prepare something for me to eat "Cherry said relaxing on the cushion. She has a mission and she has decided she won't leave till she accomplishes her mission of coming to his house.

Without uttering any more words, she engrossed again in her work. Cherry face down, a gloomy submerged in her eyes, “Please Tara… there is no one to listen to me…”, when she said this, Tara's hand suddenly paused, she stood up and swiftly hugged Cherry. Actually, Cherry was an orphan, her parents died in an accident when she was only seven years old. One of the servants who were working at the Ryan mansion was a good friend of Cherry’s father, he brought Cherry with her to the mansion and explained to Ryan her circumstances.

Caesar's POV I had to blink severally for my eyes to believe what I was seeing in front of me. The moment I entered Cherry's room to see the so called friend she forced me into greeting, everything stopped working, except for my eyes which kept magnifying themselves. At first I was mesmerized by her chocolate hair that fell freely on her back, her glistening smooth skin and long legs with an averagely protruding butt.  As if that wasn't enough, she surprised me more with her innocence, Cherry must have lied to me when she told me she was twenty, who in her whole twenty years doesn't know what squirting is? She was too innocent even in her soft voice.

I bit down on my lips as my eyes raked all over her body stopping on her nipples that were already poking her dress "I have just one request, and that's if you want your wife to be happy," Cherry said softly making my brow crease. Her hand rested firmly on my shoulder as she swirled her ass on my cock making a deep grunt tear out of my throat "Which is?" "That you'll make sure she'll never get to see the kids again. She doesn't deserve the have Donovan's blood. You know I...I...," She paused swallowing hard. "I can be a better mother than her," Cherry bit out making my heart swell up with joy

“You have been there for me many times, I want to be there for you too.” Cherry went quiet, clutching the grey sheet as her gaze drifted to the door where Garret and Imaya stayed, waiting to hear her deepest secret. Cherry shook her head, Vanilla understood, an idea lit up in her mind and she smiled. Bringing out her palm to Cherry, she mouted, “Write it” Cherry nodded, she took Vanilla's hand and began, the first word was an ‘I’ and the sentence ended with the word. “Pregnant.” hands trembling as she wrote the last word.

In the heart of Princeton University, nothing is as it seems. There lies secrets that are just beginning to come to light. Just when I thought that my college life would be a walk in the park for a studious student and werewolf like me, life had more curve balls to hurl at me. I became the target and obsession of a mysterious psychopathic mass murderer known as the Red Ghoul. I am an object he desires and the only thing keeping me safe is the wrath of my football Alpha. Meet Eren Blackwood—tall, dark, undeniably captivating, and Godlike handsome. The guy is the epitome of every girl's dream. He is the football captain and Alpha of the notorious and feared Black Blood pack. He’s every gi

"Ewww! That's absolutely disgusting, just the thought of it." Her twin clicked her tongue in annoyance. "Yeah, right. So, leave me the hell alone! We're at a damn party, and we're supposed to have fun. I'm twenty-three, Ixora, not sixteen! You're not my damn mother, for crying out loud!" Cherry fished a cigarette from her bag. "Maybe you should try getting laid too. God knows you need it to get that stick out of your tight ass." She said as she produced her lighter and lit her cigarette.

Nothing that shows who would have sent it. “I have no idea. What do you think?” Cherry asked, rubbing her palms together in excitement, and I chuckled. I had no idea who it might be from. Maybe it's just a mistake? “My bet is on Daniel. Who knows? Perhaps it's him?” Cherry whispered, and I frowned. “Why does he need to send me flowers? And without a card? I already agreed to go on a date with him.” “Oh my.” Cherry gasped, her eyes widening dramatically, “you weren't joking when you Said your social life rate is a minus.”

My university roommate, whom I had not seen in years, suddenly sent me a text. [Doesn't your family own a cherry orchard? How about letting everyone have an all-you-can-eat cherry session when we get together tomorrow? We're all old friends here. We'll pay you $5 per person. We don't mind if we overpay you for the cherries.] $5? It was peak cherry season, and cherries were selling for at least $4 per pound. What they were offering was nowhere near enough to cover what they planned to eat. I politely turned down the request. [The orchard has been outsourced to someone else. I won't be able to let you into the orchard.] Instead of replying to me privately, she went straight to the group

Cherry's voice said, clearly having decided to stop letting Jacob relay things. "She ascended," I said. "She wrote a monologue and she performed it and the adjudicator said she had rarely seen that level of original writing at this age." Cherry made a sound of joy. "Tell her," Cherry said, "that my daughter Mirada is going to know that story when she is old enough." I pressed my hand to my mouth. "Tell her yourself," I said. "In about eighteen years." "I am going to," Cherry said. "I am absolutely going to."