Chéri Novels & Stories

com/LJmXpXrDoBq8FeHi5eBPPR ✨Judi le Romantique Plume vous aime✨

Suddenly, Chantelle's eyes fluttered open, and she looked up at Delcan. A smile spread across her face, and she reached up to touch his cheek. "Hi," she said softly. Delcan felt his heart skip a beat. He had never seen her look at him like that before. "I didn't mean to wake you," he said, his voice low and gentle. Chantelle sat up and took his hand in hers. "You didn't," she said. "I was just resting my eyes." She looked down at the outfit she was wearing and blushed. "What do you think?"

Tu oublies qu'on dort dans la même chambre non Elles étaient en pleine discussion lorsque le chéri de Pace appela. À Suivre.......... 🌳🌳_____ Du Paradis pour l'Enfer 🌳🌳________ ✍️✍️ Auteur : Judi le Romantique Plume ✍️✍️ _______ Épisode 2️⃣ _________ Peace décrocha son téléphone et s'était son chérie Odilon Odilon : Allô Bae comment tu vas ?

Of course, he had a girlfriend. "Oh, I don't know she wasn't here when I came." Charlotte shrugged, ignoring the hurt she was feeling. "Well, that's a bummer. You will love her." Maria smiled making Charlotte fake one of her own. "What are their names?" She asked as she started lightly petting the husky who first sniffled on Charlotte's hand before moving its head closer. "This is Luna, she's six years old." Maria petted the husky too, "and this is Kai he's younger than his sister, he's only three years old." She gave the same affection to the other one.

Emily said “Wait , is this Casper's child . Were you cheating on Dan all along ?.” Cherly couldn't help but ask “You might faint from anger if I tell you who the father of the child is . Let's go Matthew otherwise Miss Smith here might say something else without thinking .” Emily said smiling at Cherly before leaving Cherly was angry , she didn't want to ruin her appearance in front of her partner so she took a deep breath before walking back to the restaurant .

“My bad. I'm the stupid one... for refusing to see the blessings that marriage can bring for so long.” Cherish looked Dexter up and down, her eyes sharp, judging him as if she were a judge in a competition. She was silent for a moment, then nodded slightly without a smile or comment. “For now, I consider you a man worthy of my mother,” Cherish said in a high-pitched, pretentious tone, her chin raised, a haughty expression clearly visible on her childish face. Dexter beamed, “Right? I'm not that bad, am I?” Cherish nodded briefly, not very enthusiastically. But her eyes narrowed as she asked, “So, what have you prepared, Mister?”

he casually said as he lit up the cigarette in his lips and puffed out vapor… “nah I'm sure you barely had any time thinking about me because you were busy carrying someone else to the hospital…” Jennelle sarcastically spoke… “Is that what you think?” Damian chuckled lightly and kept his cigarette on the ashtray… “Well the photos are everywhere and I couldn't help but think you have forgotten-” “ssh…I can never forget you Moń Chéri…” His hoarse voice made it impossible for her to think.. he held her chin and made her look into his ocean blue eyes.

"Damn." "Oh, and the cherry on top? The absolute highlight of my day?" She placed a dramatic hand over her forehead. "The bastard called me ma chérie." I blinked, confused. "Ma chérie? That sounds… kinda sweet?" "Sweet?" she hissed. "Sweet would be if some hot French bartender called me that while serving me wine in Paris. This? This was condescending! Like I’m some naïve intern he’s humoring! ‘Ma chérie, this isn’t how we do things here.’ ‘Ma chérie, pay attention.’" She mimicked his deep, smooth voice in clear mockery. "I swear, Jan, he does it just to piss me off

Something beautiful, subtle, unyielding. After hanging up, I opened a browser tab and typed in the number from memory—Trésor Cacao, her favorite chocolate place. She used to sneak out of dorms to buy their truffles, swearing Madame Eloïse made them with some kind of magic. A woman answered in her soft French-laced tone. “Bonjour, Trésor Cacao.” “It’s Damien von Adler. I’d like to send an order house truffles, please. Champagne ganache and dark cherry.”

He turned around and saw her look immediately. “Come on, chérie… Don’t give me this look.” Her jaw tensed so hard she felt it might break. “You have to stop doing this… The flowers, the notes, flying here to see me for a few hours, kissing me and touching me like this… Calling me ‘chérie’… You need to put an end to it because I want none of it. And I definitely don’t want you, Sébastien Olivier de Monfort.” Sébastien covered the insignificant distance between them in a couple of steps, floorboards creaking under his weight.