Cheryl Pistono Novels & Stories

I was not even one per cent happy to see them. Cheryl was looking at me with such a huge grin on her face like she has discovered some kind of a jewel. She had toned skin, an hourglass figure, black hair, blue eyes and she was 5 feet 8 inches tall. Yeah, you must be thinking stunning right. But, I still did not found her more stunning than Alissa. I don't know why. But yeah, Alissa has something which Cheryl doesn't have.

I asked quietly. Cheryl stared at me for a long moment before answering. “I want you to understand something.” “What?” “You are temporary, and don’t you forget, there is nothing special about you.” She spat. The words settled heavily between us. It was cold and precise like she specially crafted them out for me. “He’s rebelling right now,” she continued softly. “That’s all this is.” “You don’t know that.” “I know Tristan better than you ever will. Got it?” She suddenly snapped.

I walked to the driver and smiled. “Caren Inc please” I slipped into the car and he drove off. Caren Inc was a large office building, it wasn’t so popular but I already felt a homy feeling around it. I stepped out of the car and walked into the building. I headed straight for the receptionist, a tall blonde woman with huge spectacles. Her tag said Mrs. Helen Mayer. “hey, I’m Camila Santiago and I applied for a job here” she glanced through some files and smiles.

Chantelle's POV As Delcan asked me out, I could feel my heart racing. I knew I should say no, but something about him made me want to say yes. I could see the hope in his eyes, and I couldn't bear to disappoint him. I felt myself blushing as I gave him my answer. "Yes," I said. His face lit up with joy, and I felt my stomach do a somersault. I didn't know what to expect from this date, but I knew I was in for an adventure. I walked into my house, feeling a rush of joy. My uncle and his family were sitting in the living room, waiting for me to start working, but I couldn't bring myself to care. My thoughts were consumed by the upcoming date with Delcan. I knew it was foolish to get so excited

“How do you even know all these?” Cheryl smiled her pickled smile that only seemed to expose her two front teeth, it was easily one of the best features on her heart-shaped face. “Nights when I’m not scrubbing toilets or riding a bike to deliver pizza, I keep myself busy with a gossip magazine, or even a playboy” she whispered the last part in a raunchy tone “And I know, I know” she went on “Who still reads a Playboy at this time and age, but I still love to keep things old school and traditional” She winked after and Emily winced.

THIRD PERSON POV Cheryl is standing near the staircase wearing a slim fit red dress matching her gold diamond wrist, black heels, and bloody lipstick. Joanabe (Joenabell) and Karene are in awe watching Cheryl for the first time wearing something so sexy that could make anyone's head turn for her. "What's the occasion, Mom?" Joenabell asks in amusement to Cheryl's slim body. "Why? Is there something wrong with my look?" Cheryl's scans to her body and look at her daughter's wandering eyes.

She stepped closer to the desk, hips rolling slightly with each step, not nervous in the least. “I’m sure there’s something I can do Professor” she murmured, her voice dropping, smooth and smoky. Her fingertips trailed along the edge of his desk. “I said no, Miss Hale,” he repeated, voice sharper this time but strained. That was enough, she was not taking no for an answer. Cheryl walked around the desk, slow, deliberate. She didn’t stop until she stood right in front of him, between his chair and the wall. Close enough that he couldn’t get up even if he wanted to. Her tits hovered in front of his face, her skirt riding high on her thighs.

What she only knew is that Bianca had said she worked at Vinestra. By the middle of the show, Cheryl couldn't stand to stay in the building to watch the show she was no longer interested in. Her heart and brain were consumed with thoughts of the mysterious girl. Finally, she decided to return to her mansion. She immediately tried to contact one of her friends who also worked at Vinestra. While joking back and forth to hide her main intention, she only asked about the gossip surrounding Gery after a long conversation.

With his hands in his pockets, he stared at Cheryl. She was wearing a cropped black leather jacket that accentuated her tall, slender figure. She paired it with a muted smoky-blue knitted sweater and khaki, ankle-length skinny pants that revealed her delicate ankles. On her feet were black, square-toe chunky heels, and she walked with a confident stride. Even the way she flicked her hair was crisp and decisive. When comparing Jasmine to Cheryl, well, there really was no competition—Cheryl outshone her completely. Cheryl reached Natalie's side. "Is your mom still in surgery?"

"What else did you find out?" He handed me a file and I opened it and skimmed through it. I closed it with a growl. She had lied to all of us. Her mate was a well known black marketer and trafficker of exotic breeds. I looked to see what species it said she was and I frowned. All it said was former human, currently Founder. "She's too young to be a founder. Dig into it more." "She lied?" I turned around and Channing was standing there with hurt in her eyes.