Chéri Novels & Stories

the woman calls out and frail looking girl appears, one hand covering her barely covered crotch and the covering her cleavage. Madamè Cheriè doesn't notice the discomfort on the girl's face or she doesn't care but she thrust the girl into a man's waiting arms. “Serve this gentleman a drink.” There's nothing gentlemanly about the man. He stares at the girl like she's a piece of meat. The girl recoils, whimpering softly. Cheriè doesn't care, licking her lips as she counts the cash the man handed her. Blood drains from from Adeline's face and her knees weaken.

Sheri said, shaking her head as she stood up and Charles typed, zooming the photos out. "No! No! Oh, God, no!" Sheri gasped when she saw that one of the photos was a close-up of an ass with a black cock sticking out of it, beneath which was a pussy whose long inner lips were hanging down and gaping apart, beads of moisture glistening from the dark-tinged edges.

“My King, I…” Soren turns to me. His gaze is cold, devoid of any kind of warmth he exuded earlier. I’m taken aback by it, unable to say anything else. He steps towards me but I take a step backward, keeping some distance between us. “Celia,” chills run down my spine the way my name rolls off his tongue, “do not harm Bianca out of jealousy. I demand that you remember your place as my substitute lover. That’s all you are to me…a contracted lover. Now, I have a fiancée. You are below me and her.”

Now that Daisy's gone, isn't this your chance at being with Fiona? Carl shook his head. "Fiona's going to bond with someone else soon. She never meant anything to me. My mate—my Luna—has always been Daisy. It was her from the start, and it'll always be her."

“Identical?” “Identical!” Confirmed the crazed boyfriend. “The suits are most certainly not identical. Their suits are grey. Mine is more of a charcoal colour…” “I’m going to blow you’re fucking head off!” David shook his head. “I know you really don’t want to do that Christopher.” “And how the fuck do you know what I want? I’ll tell you what I want. I want my girlfriend back and I want her back right the fuck now…”

It was a very huge store, with a million dresses, it smelt of fresh roses and pastry. “good day ladies” a tall lady greeted us the moment we walked into the store, she wore a suit and had a pair of spectacles hanging off her nose. “Miss Romero” she added with a smile. “and you must be miss Santiago, Romans fiance”. I smiled at her. It was funny though that her store was named after my fathers name.

Anything to take the emphasis away from my sheer embarrassment. "I'm Genie". I can't even look him in the eye, let alone believe that he's sitting next to me and talking to me. "Nice name - what's it short for?". "It's Genevieve". I mumble. "Wow, not a name you hear often. I like it! So now we're acquainted can I buy you a drink?". He asks. Reluctantly I agree " Ok, a Guinness would be good. But just to clarify, It's not normally something I would do".

replied Patricia showing an annoyed face. "Are you mad at me now? Seriously! Now what did I do wrong?" asked Jason who still didn't understand why Patricia was behaving like that. "I don't know. Maybe I should find another guy to date after I get out of here. You really are insensitive to the code I gave you," Patricia replied. The woman got out of bed and was about to step out of her room when suddenly Jason grabbed her hand and cornered the man against the wall. Patricia, who was surprised by what her boyfriend had done, had intended to be angry when suddenly the man had kissed her lips violently and made Patricia's hand go up and made the woman unable to do anything but repay the man's tr