Cheryl Pistono Novels & Stories

She's only twenty years old… "I can't believe she's gone just like this! Can't you just prosecute that woman for murder? How are the two of us even going to survive this? "If you even dare to release that woman from bail, then both of us will kill ourselves right here at your doorstep!" Mrs. Martin howled at the top of her lungs. Meanwhile, Mr. Martin cried as he held onto his wife and could not stop going on about how good of a daughter Cheryl had been. Jim did not agree with them at all. If Cheryl had indeed been such a good person, she would not have insulted Luna by saying she was a prostitute simply because she was jealous of Luna, nor would she have spent 20 times her salary on a dress

And the day before. “Morning, Matteo,” Cheryl, one of the assistants, greeted me with a polite smile. “Morning,” I murmured back in reply. My response was distracted, my eyes darting back toward Gianna’s office. “Is Ms Lorenzo in yet?” Cheryl hesitated, her smile faltering. “She’s… not coming in today.” “Again?” My voice came out sharper than I intended, and Cheryl jumped, looking a little startled. “I—I think she’s working remotely,” she stammered. “Excuse me,” she added before hurrying away.

She had initially come to bring Mark some food but she had not been prepared to hear such news. How could that bitch still be alive? And from what she heard; she might have been saved by the legendary alpha Ashton. On the day of the summit, she had been looking forward to seeing the only alpha, at the mention of his name, her heart thumped wildly. But not only had he not shown up, but it was his beta who came to give his half-hearted apology. Lily never imagined that the reason alpha Ashton had not shown up at the meeting was that he was busy tending to the woman, she despised the most.

Cheryl’s cheeks were now painted in a slight shade of pink, she seemed annoyed. ‘What do you mean by other intentions?’ After obtaining the address, Alex looked it up online. Apparently Cheryl lives in a residential area in City South, California. After informing Brittany about the invite, he went to absorb some Chi from his emeralds to energize himself. He then headed towards his destination. Cheryl was picking an outfit in front of her mirror. Clothes were all over the room, yet she still couldn’t find the right one. Suddenly, an old lady walked in with a sweet smile. “Cherry, picking an outfit, I see?”

“Are you supposed to be here?” “We’re the new girls,” Christina said. “Cocktail waitresses,” I added quickly. “We’re supposed to start today.” “Ah, Gary finally replaced that tramp with the shitty nose job who kept stealing our tips,” the woman said. “I’m Cheryl. The stage name is Cherry. Don’t forget it. And you…” She turned to Christina. “You’re sure you’re not a new dancer?” “Not yet,” Christina said coyly. “I don’t have any experience on stage. Apparently, that means I need some kind of trial run.”

Danika Williams I called Elizabeth as I started getting ready but I was a mess. I didn’t understand what was appropriate to wear, how much makeup was appropriate to apply or how high my shoes can be. Elizabeth is great with such things. Parents love her, she is very respectful and sweet. “Oh thank god Elizabeth.” I breathe out as the call connects on the last ring. “Yello! Who this?” I hear a childish voice but it was a woman I could tell. “Danika here. I need to talk to Elizabeth.” I say as I go through the clothes in my walk in closet.

"No, I don't. But look at his clothes; he's just an ordinary guy, barely scraping by. What could he possibly have that would compare him to Young Master Hilton? "Cheryl, I'm telling you, Young Master Hilton—" "Enough! Stop talking!" Cheryl was utterly fed up. "You keep going on and on about how great Young Master Hilton is. Did he pay you or something?" "I—I didn't... I was just—" "I don't want to hear it. You're fired!" Cheryl said coldly.

At that moment she looks like a the stupid bimbo that she is with her perfect curls, pouty lips and heavy makeup. I’m not really a fan of Cheryl. She is not the sharpest knife in the drawer, if you know what I mean. She is not a very nice person either. Shortly after starting college she posted a few degrading pictures of Josie and some boys from a party. But according to the message James sent me he didn’t have any say in her being a member of our group. ‘You can’t always choose your co-workers. You just have to make it work anyways.’ Those were the professor's words when James spoke to her.

Elena explained further. Cheryl instantly dropped the towel and blow dryer which she was holding on the dresser, her hand went to her back pocket where she pulled out her phone and unlocked it with facial identification. Without looking up to Elena, she asked “did you get a last name?” “Cameroon River.” Elena said flatly without bothering to tell her what she already knew. Cheryl pulled up her search engine and typed in the name frantically, she acted as though she was about to make a great discovery that would land her into the World Books of Records. She came up with several results so she began to scroll, searching.

"I'm here to see Gregory, not you." Tesla tilted her head slightly, her lips curling into a smile that didn't reach her eyes. "Gregory is my husband," she said slowly, her gaze hardening. "My mate. You are nothing but a mistress. So, if you know what's good for you, you'll turn around and leave." Cheryl scoffed, taking a step closer, her chin held high. "You think you can tell me what to do? I'm not some lowly servant to be dismissed. Gregory wants to see me. That's the end of it."