Chéri Novels & Stories

I want to kiss him again, and because we are now married, I can. I kiss him, tasting the effervescent champagne still on his lips. We share our champagne kisses, knowing we will have many more. I kiss him, feeling my heart soar in my chest, remembering our first champagne kiss. It took twenty years, but Dean and I are finally together. Everything is perfect.

She held on to him and she screamed his name when she finally jumped off the edge of her sanity. He held her tightly, as he rode with her through her climax. He made sure she was complete in her pleasure. Then he gently thrust in again and again, a little faster than before until she felt his body rock within her. “Ma chérie … Ma cher…” he whispered. He stared at her deeply. “J’adore.” She smiled and reached up to kiss him on the lips. “I adore you, ma belle,” he whispered again. “Je chérirai ce moment pour toujours… Restez avec moi…”

Kate kissed him and whispered against his lips: —"I’m completely crazy about you, Bastien. Only you. You’re the only one who’s made me feel butterflies, who electrifies my skin, who sets it on fire with just a touch. The only one who makes me tremble with just your voice in my ear. I belong to you, body and soul, Bastien De Filippi."

When Cherie got down from my brief my junior immediately stood up, as if inviting and ready for a round . When Cherie saw that she was immediately surprised and smiled, she did not expect his to be this long. "Let us work on a way to soften it.." She said seductively…And he slowly poured it into his mouth .. Damien immediately closed his eyes as he felt Cherie's hot mouth on his, ready to do it . Like a lollipop that is sweet and delicious, it continued what he was doing

I deliberately tapped on a video. The moment I pressed play, obscene audio filled the space between us. Jenna's face turned pale. Henry's low, hoarse voice echoed clearly. "Jenna, right now, who do you like more? Me, or Chris?" Back then, she hadn't hesitated for even a second. "You. How could he compare? You're so much more interesting!" "Then let's play a game. He's a fashion designer, right? How about we let him design our wedding outfits?"

Ramona Je viens de rentrer chez moi. Ma mère est dans le séjour en train de regarder la télévision. Je m'assieds à côté d'elle. Maman : Chérie, ta journée a été? Moi : Oui maman et toi? Maman : Moi aussi chérie… et ton Moral ça va? (Elle me tient la main en signe affectif).... Attends…. C'est une bague ….. une bague de fiançailles ? Moi : Oui maman.

Beau leans over and whispers deadly words into my ear. “You will wish you had listened to me and didn’t wear this dress by the time I am done with you tonight, Cher.” He nibbles my ear before taking his mouth away. A cold shiver runs down my spine as his words sink in. He called me ‘Cher.’ Beau is from Texas, but his mother is Cajun French, so he learned the term from her and used to call me that when we were together. But he hasn’t’ called me that once since walking back into my life. Why did he suddenly use it tonight?

“I’ll be back tomorrow. I even bought your favorite pastries.” He was only a few meters away from me, with one arm wrapped around Leah’s waist, the other holding his phone to speak to me. How could a werewolf split his heart in half like that? I couldn’t understand when their affair had started. Why did the she-wolf he cheated with have to be my sister? Most of all, had he ever truly loved me? Or had he only wanted our arranged mating to secure his position as the next Alpha?

"Honey… wh-what's … wrong?" Her voice was shaky, interrupted by what sounded like muffled slapping. My expression darkened to a furious scowl. Immediately, I pictured a scene: Donna was getting it on with Mark and Kevin while answering my call!

Fresh tears glossed up my eyes now and Anika and the others noticed this as they shifted closer to me. Feryt placed a hand on my shoulder. “Ciril. Are you okay?” She asked me. “She’s not.” Anika responded when it looked like I was going to take time to respond. “The Hencher Mistress was a very good friend to Ciril. She was very kind and I don’t know how, but she loved Ciril— something more than anything she’s shown any other maid that worked under her.” Anika said to Feryt and then she returned her gaze to me as she continued to speak.