Cheryl Blossom Novels & Stories

- The hostess announced. Majority lingered, but i slipped out, hoping to have a breathe of fresh air. I sat on a wooden bench, feeling the warmth of the sun on my skin. The breeze carried a faint scent of lavender, while i stared at the scenic, bright skies. My phone trilled, the familiar ringtone catching my attention. "Hello....?" - I picked, sparing no time to glance at the caller id. "Selene, my hunch was right!!." - Rachel spoke, her voice filled with excitement and disdain. "That Shawn guy is a shady piece of work, right now... I've got a whole load of crap on him ."

She felt like she could finally start to let go of her past and begin to heal. 3 months later Chantelle had moved in withDelcan for some months now, and she was finally starting to feel like herself again. Delcan had been so understanding and patient with her, and she felt a sense of peace and safety that she hadn't felt in a long time. She knew she was still on the road to healing, but she was starting to feel like she was getting there. The only thing that was missing was Delcan's presence. He had been so busy with work lately that she barely saw him. But at least the maids were there to keep her company. One day, while Chantelle was eating breakfast in the kitchen, she noticed a bouquet o

she said turning to face Rosy. "Find the original document for Mingle's International. The second task, stage another accident for Lily to buy us time," Sheila said with a cold expression. "Noted," responded Rosy. "That will be all from me," Sheila said and returned to her bed. Rosy nodded and exited the room. She returned to the reception and exited the facility entirely. Once out of the building she took her phone out of the bag and dialled Lyla's number. "Hello Lyla, are you alone," Rosy asked as soon the call was connected.

She said, as we sat down on a bench. I nodded and I looked at the three trees that had intertwined. One by me, one by Arabella, and the last one by Arachne. Yoshino Cherry, Cherry Blossom, and pomegranate. I hadn't heard from her in decades. Not since Ajax and their descendants had passed away, except for Frost. While all bears eventually had a time limit, she would forever be immortal. "How do you think she's doing?" I asked Arabella. "I'll be fine, eventually."

"By the way, How is your work going?...I heard the paycheck for a cleaner at Roberto's Luxury Empire is even higher than the salary of a director at other companies?" Christiana asked, her face etched with bewilderment. "Very funny, but it's true...My boss Wade Roberto is really doing a good job when it comes to the staff welfare." Daisy Hunter said, smiling gleefully. "What about Seth Nathaniel, when are you guys planning to do the wedding?" Vicki's voice was laced with a mixture of concern and empathy. Daisy Hunter found the question disturbing as she furrowed her eyes in bewilderment and stared at Vicki before managing to say, "We haven't fixed a date yet, we're both occupied with work at

Though my smile was a hard one, the moment I pulled the door open, the smile vanished, leaving no sign of joy, when I saw Her. What the heck? Her? "Hey." As usual, that smile on her small lips was a fake one. My eyes scanned her, and I almost adored her. She was in a thigh length, black, pencil skirt, which outlined her curvy figure. The dark blue off shoulder top, and black scarpin shoe was a good match for the skirt. This time around, her makeup wasn't so heavy, though very pretty. The dangling, silver earrings, caught my attention a little, and then, my eyes finally glued to her hair which was now in short, wavy curls. She cut her hair? And yeah, a new hair product too?

The gown's texture was exquisite, with the long sheer fabric trailing behind, hinting at Cheryl's slender waist yet concealing it just enough. From the front, Cheryl's dark hair and gentle makeup, paired with the bangs, gave her the appearance of a porcelain doll. The cheongsam featured a few light pink plum blossoms at the chest and waist, accentuating Cheryl's figure and harmonizing with the lipstick, making her seem like a woman stepped out of a painting. The assistant was stunned, as was Aurora. Cheryl's transformation from a Western glamor icon to an embodiment of Eastern elegance was breathtaking. She was radiant with a dignified beauty that carried hints of playfulness and subtle sexi

Cheryl was wearing a taupe dress with an exposed back and a deep V in the front that snaked all the way down to her abdomen, revealing her voluptuous curves with every move of her hand. Cheryl had been basking in the entire family's praise and admiration ever since she 'mediated' the conflict between the Hughes and Stone families by making that phone call to Wasyl. Not only that, but rumors had it that Reginald was already planning to award the position of manager of Stone Group to her as a reward for her outstanding achievement.

They kissed with abandon, like lovers seizing their final moments before the apocalypse. I watched the soap opera scene play out in front of me, my stomach churning. Everyone in town knew Trevin was my Achilles' heel. For him, I, the pampered heiress who never lifted a finger, awkwardly took up cooking, bending over backward to please him. I even endured the punishment from my furious granddad, all to be his bride. I poured my heart out to Trevin, never expecting to be repaid with betrayal. "Yara, are you blind? You're just standing there like a statue," Trevin snapped, his eyes brimming with annoyance.

Just an older man with silver hair and eyes like oil; slick, dark, unreadable. They called him consigliere. Advisor. Manipulator. He smiled at her like he knew everything. Including why she was here. She avoided him for the rest of the day. But that night, as she cleaned the study, she found something. A black notebook, half-buried under a pile of folders. Inside, dates. Payments. Names. Including her father’s. One name was underlined in red. "Project 5B : Initiated by A.D." She blinked. Her breath caught.