Disgrace Brittainy Cherry Novels & Stories

Eve smirk "Yeah" they laugh but Cherry looked away "Seriously Cherry , Man up and speak your mind" Helen rolls her eyes Damn these bitches Cherry turn to me"you.... Are a piece of garbage , you proud peacock, irritating bitch,you think you're some goddess that can't be talk to , look at me , I'm cursing at your miserable face you piece of shit , your forced husband knew this that's why he refuse to kiss the gutter you called a mouth on the alter, he even push you "

People have this crazy idea that King Alexander is going to ruin the reputation of the kingdom which his father had built. “Well I think people should have more faith in the King, don’t you think Cherry?” I talk to my best companion Cherry, a light brown horse with white spots. When she was little, I found her in the castles kitchen eating all the cherries that the maids had picked, hence why I call her Cherry. Oh how she has grown!

Another set of footsteps, and my heart begins a race for dear life. There's no chatter, so I know she's not on the phone, but my jaw literally falls to the fucking ground when she rounds the corner. Cherry is dressed in something that could only be described as SIN. I'm sorry for my lack of better words. The dress is literally designed to ruin a man's concentration. I am that man. I can't think or focus on anything else. The fabric looks like satin, but I can tell it's not. The colour is a deep olive green that makes her red hair stand out, and her freckled skin looks even more appealing.

“What am I thinking? I should ask you that! Don’t you know Kenny was allergic to cherries? “The first time he ate them as a kid, he broke into rashes and couldn’t breathe because his throat swelled up! There was a cherry hidden in that cake. What’s wrong with him spitting it out? “I barged in to save my son! Was I wrong? If… If Jenny hadn’t stopped me, Kenny might have…” Mommy’s voice trailed off, and her tears started flowing again. I really wanted to hug her and comfort her, just like I used to.

"Irene, it's your favorite cherries.” Irene forced herself to smile. After all, she could ignore everyone in the room but Maisy. "Thank you, Maisy, but I don't like cherries anymore." "Didn't you like them the most when you were a kid?" Steven interrupted. "I haven't been able to afford such an expensive fruit for many years," Irene commented before she strode upstairs. At her words, Edric's eyes sank, and his heart ached. He knew exactly how much she loved cherries. Therefore, he had gone to buy cherries before sending Lily back. However, she didn't like it anymore because she couldn't afford to eat it. And wasn't her current predicament all his fault?

Make sure your pockets are filled with cash because Cherry doesn't dance for free. ********* "And now, the moment you have all been waiting for. Please, give a big hand for the main event of the evening, the dazzling blonde queen of the pole, the sexy firecracker that gets your motor running, the girl in the skirt, Miss Cherry," Every time I hear Marcus's voice echo through the speakers as he introduces me to the crowd, I'm filled with so much vigour and excitement. Being born beautiful is a gift that many women receive but aren't smart enough to utilize to their benefit. As for me, I knew what I had and I wasn't afraid to shake it in front of the world.

I answered as I stood to my feet and headed for the wardrobe . I took the original dress off the hanger and put it back in the wardrobe. And I chose something else. It was a glittering black dress with an off the shoulder style that screamed luxury. The bodice was decorated with pearls and sequence that made me look like a goddess that had somewhere important to be. Put with the makeup, I clearly gave off the 'I have no patience for anyone who is going to just waste my time' vibes. When I was finished, I looked at myself in the mirror for a long moment.

"A Barclay never backs down." The words hit Emilia like a slap. Her face turned pale. She bit her lower lip hard enough to hurt. Silently, she prayed for the scandal to grow bigger. Bigger and bigger. Until even the Barclays couldn't control it. Then she'd see what Vessara was capable of. Only after calming herself did she force a smile. "I didn't mean anything by it." She looked at Vessara innocently. "I believe in you." "I'm sure you'll impress all of us."

Shera was overwhelmed with the company. "And I am Shera Perry, nice to meet all of you," she breathe out, a flurry of excitement gripped her. "What y'all lazy butts doing lazing about? The food not gonna cook themselves, ain't they," a croaking voice with thick British accent rang out and they all scurried away. "It's grumpy Susie, you might not wanna get in her way," Jeremy said and dragged her to one of the kitchen table. An elderly woman stomped into the kitchen eyeing everybody.

Like someone had slid it under while I was at lunch. I picked it up and unfolded it. The handwriting was jagged. Rushed. The kind of writing that happens when someone is angry and not trying to hide it. You don’t belong here, traitor’s daughter. Leave while you still can. What’s coming for you won’t care whose palace you’re hiding in.