Cheryl Pistono Novels & Stories

They walked past the females standing guard outside the quarters. Cheryl was one of them, and she tried to put on her most alluring smile as Cole walked by. He didn't even glance her way. Her face took on a decidedly ugly cast which did not go unnoticed by Brett and James who exchanged amused looks. Cheryl thought this was the stupidest thing she could be doing right now. She should have been assigned a more important task than guarding some dumb human females. What a waste, they should just throw them all back to Gary and let him have them, especially Karen. Just the thought of that bitch made her blood boil. So she thought she was going to complete mating with Cole in three weeks. Not if C

Cheryl has been mated for four years now and has a pup who is 2 year old now, Damian. Anastasia and her mate Aahil wants to enjoy first few years without any pups. They have mutually decided to come to United States to for a holiday along with their mates. Cheryl was mated to a Pack Enforcer, Christopher of Adorazione Della Luna and Anastasia was mated to Gamma of Luna Blu Pack. I left them a message to let me know their arrive date in States. I will have to ask my personal assistant to arrange for their visit to Royale Pack Territory and to clear my schedule for that particular day.

"Oh really? I think you remember the taste because you still think about my dish a lot.” Cheryl's eyes rolled in dramatic motion, "why do I keep remembering your steak when the chef at my Daddy's mansion can spoil my tongue all the time?" "So you still live with your Daddy?" Rafael scoffed back, "You are a spoiled little princess!" "Who said I was spoiled?" Cheryl ignored her brain's warning and stared back at Rafael even though Rafael’s eyes again distracted her concentration, “I'm a very independent adult woman. I lead my own company and have succeeded in establishing Diamonique as the number one jewelry company in the United States. Next year, Daddy promised to let me expand the company t

Seemingly satisfied with what she’s seen she gives me a not so subtle wink as she goes to prepare our order. I almost cringe out of utter embarrassment. “So where were we?” I ask in an attempt to change the subject. “Introductions, do you want to go first?” “Alright, I’m Cheryl Stormhound, just your typical small town girl who likes Matcha. I’m 19, and the only child to two loving, sometimes overbearing parents. I love movies, especially the old slasher stuff and I’m an avid planner.” “Ooh.. planner..?” He asks almost teasingly.

Cheryl eagerly tells her. "Who is Jessica Straus?" Her question made the entire group turn and look at her like she lost her mind. She honestly doesn't know who Jessica Straus is. "Miss Jessica Straus, one of the top models of Silhouettes Designs" Cheryl patiently explains upon seeing her genuine perplexity. "Oh, okay" She smiles but still doesn't recognize her. Her name doesn't ring a bell. "Here she is" Someone tilts the screen to show her the image that is flashed on it.

Cheryl's anger flushed her face red like a tomato, her lips bitten until they turned crimson. Her words choked in her throat as she stood next to Lani. Lani's eloquence and fast-paced speech dominated her, which Cheryl found unacceptable. She could accept losing too many people. But she couldn't bear losing to someone she despised, especially not to be overshadowed by Lani and Aurora. Cheryl directed her rage towards the staff. "Do you see your customer being scolded and not defending me? Or is it because you see Lani as famous, so you protect her?"

“Do you know just how much I hate dirtiness? Yet, you made sure she was covered in soup, rice and other side dishes and had absolutely no lunch that day till we left work. Give me a reason why I should not fire you on this spot.” Cheryl’s confident walls crash down quite visibly as her knee buckles as though it can’t bear her body’s weight suddenly. “We are innocent sir, I just happened to want to stretch…” Martin starts only to be cut short by Claude again. “Don’t tell me you’re about to say you just chose that exact moment to stretch your legs?” Claude scoffs rudely, “hm? Martin?” Martin goes silent, fidgeting with his fingers. Cheryl takes a deep breath before speaking, “We have a valid r

I smiled, engaged the donors warmly, and answered every probing question with the precision I used to break down a power play, thorough, impossible to spin into panic. Celeste's strategy fractured at nine o'clock. The emcee invited Coach Whitman to review the season. He did something I never anticipated, one Celeste never planned for. "I want to recognize someone tonight," Whitman said, scanning the room until his eyes found my table. "Cheryl Hart is the sharpest analytical mind this program has employed in my fifteen years here. Some of you saw noise online questioning her role. I will say this plainly to everyone who funds this program: that work is hers. Entirely hers. This team is better

“Not a chance. He showed interest in L’Étoile only for you. Didn’t you see the way he was staring at you all the while at the PFW?” My jaw dropped in surprise. I was sure Cheryl was mistaken. “I hadn’t seen the man at all! Please stop making up stories. Why would he even look at a plump, clumsy woman like me?” Cheryl rolled her eyes. “Oh, please! You’re a sexy, curvy, talented young thing. Anyone can fall for you. I would have if I were into women.” “That’s what I’ve been telling her.” Estelle came in with Celine, another designer at L’Étoile.

Then Cheryl came along and ruined everything. I feel bad she’s dead, but at the same time she wasn’t a good person. She treated Matteo like shit from day one. It wasn’t his fault her lover was killed. Hell, he was willing to let her reject him so she could be happy even though he needed his mate. Matteo was willing to sacrifice his own happiness and sacrifice a proper Luna for his pack, all so Cheryl could be happy. Cherly didn’t care. She was a spoiled stuck up brat who only cared for herself.