Cherry Writes Novels & Stories

Cherry’s response to Patricia in a low tone. “That’s just in your mind. Now use what you learned from your previous job to attract Dark. As far as I know, there is no love between them, so that’s how he treated you.” Cherry blew air out of her mouth and nodded to the lady. She just doesn’t have a family and lives on the street. She is known by the name Cherry, and she works as an entertainer. “I tried to seduce him last night. But after the kiss, he seemed to distance himself from me.”

"Two. I won three consecutive regional writing competitions during my academic years. Writing is not just something I studied. It's something I'm actually good at." Still nothing. Just those quiet eyes watching her. "Three." She held his gaze. "I'm patient with children. Genuinely patient. Not the kind that runs out after twenty minutes." Silence. Elias looked at her the way someone looks at a sum they're not sure adds up yet. "Proof," he said simply.

" I moved to her desk, and I saw a piece of paper and a pen! I wrote down a note! Love, I am sorry about everything Please meet me later when you wake up Come over to my house! W. Cherry POV: I got up breathing heavy, I woke in a fright! I was looking around. I dreamed Wade was in my bed, holding me in my sleep. That was strange, why do I smell him on my bed? I bent down to put my nose on my pillow, I took a deep breath, I smelt cinnamon and spices. Wait a minute! Was it a dream, right? I got out of bed; I saw something on my desk, a piece of paper! I was confused, did I write something, or did Sherry leave a note that she is going somewhere? I picked it up. I drop the paper, I gasp! I saw w

Astrid's pov "My mate is here!" Cherry said, pride swelling in her words, she looked at Taylor, a silent expression requesting permission. Taylor waved her hand dismissively. Cherry leaped up from her chair and rushed off to meet her mate, in his hold a brown rabbit. She kissed him passionately, wrapping her hand around his neck. "I know you are very happy to see your mate," Carla said upon Cherry's return before she could even sit down, "But you should apply some decorum because if you react like that over a little bunny what are the rest of us supposed to do when our mates bring in a real game?"

When I stepped out, Cherry was waiting with a fresh towel. "So," I said, drying off while she sat on the vanity, "how’s your 'situation' going? Is the guy from the gym still texting you?" "Ugh, please," Cherry rolled her eyes. "He’s a gym rat in the worst way. He sent me a picture of his meal prep at 2:00 AM. Who wants to see steamed broccoli and plain chicken in the middle of the night? I told him if he wants a date, it has to involve carbs and a guy who doesn't talk about his 'gains' every five minutes."