Disgrace Brittainy Cherry Novels & Stories

he repeated. "Well, I can't really blame you. That must be the only English you know," Cherry reasoned. "I'm rather attached to this car, you know. If you want me, come and get me." Anger ignited in the assassin's eyes, and he took steps towards her, grabbing her arm. In a swift motion, Cherry evaded his grip, twisting his hand in hers. She swiftly rotated, dropped to her knees, and flipped him over her shoulder, sending him crashing to the ground. She didn't give him a chance to react, swiftly straddling his chest. Clenching her fist, she delivered a powerful blow to his jaw, forcing his head into an unnatural angle.

Thick, choking shame that crawled up my throat and made it hard to breathe. My shirt was half-buttoned. My hair was a mess. My chest still hurt from trying not to cry. I kept my head down as I pushed open the hallway door… but the moment it clicked shut behind me, I froze. Cherry stood right there. Her eyes widened. Her lips parted. And then that look came—slow, sharp, judgmental. Disgust. Not confusion. Not surprise. Not concern. Just… disgust. “This is what you’ve been doing?” she whispered, staring at my shirt, my trembling hands, my swollen eyes.

“Adeline likes you, and it’s your lucky day. Why are you pushing your luck away?” Grapie lowered her head and anxiously clenched her fingers. “Hmph! All of you don’t like me!” Cherry shouted in anger before she turned around and ran away. Candon subconsciously thought that his wife was right. The girl whose name was Cherry was too cunning, and the ruthlessness in her eyes was too strong. A normal family like them could not afford to raise a child like that.

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!

The lady took a seat beside me as she ordered for a beer before she drank it and exhaled with joy. “It’s great that American beer hasn’t changed.” She said and dropped the bottle. The female beside me, her name was Cherry. Blonde hair, pink lips and green-yellow eyes with an Australian accent that didn’t suit her hot and young cowgirl appearance. If I was to mention the flaw in her appearance, it was the gap between her teeth that she wore as a trophy. “Did you miss me?” Cherry asked as I rolled my eyes and sipped my drink while staring at the television.

She said with her smirk. Disgusting. She pulled me into a kiss that made me widen my eyes. I immediately pushed her away. "What the hell?!" I shouted at them as I wipe my lips to remove the lipstick that remained on my lips. I saw Cherry getting up from kissing the ground while she stared at me with anger in her eyes. "Stop. I don't want anything from you. Fuck off. You're so disgusting. What made you think that I will like the idea of kissing you? Disgusting." I added with my brows creased.

She said with her sinister smirk I quickly picked it up, seeing it was already torn open by Cherry. "Dad asked me to hand you the divorce papers." The parcel fell out of my hands, and a chilly shiver coursed through my skin. Cherry threw her head back again and cackled so loudly I felt my ears would burst from that harsh sound. "He grew the balls to get rid of you, finally!" Cherry squealed with delight, walked to the door, and her body rested on the frame. "Oh, and Dad wants you in a silver dress for tonight. Be his nice little trophy while it still lasts, okay?" She blew a mocking kiss and finally left

After resolutely handing Charlie my resignation letter, I handed over my work to my colleague Henrietta Pike, who was also a close friend. She held my hand sadly when I told her I was leaving. "After you leave, I'll be forced to endure the incestuous PDA these two shameless and indecent people are shoving in my face every day!" She leveled a disdainful look at Arnold and Erna, who were currently canoodling together. Erna was obviously displeased, judging by how she was pouting at Arnold. To placate this difficult she-wolf, Arnold took out an expensive diamond necklace from his pocket and presented it to her.

After handing it to Romeo who was standing very still at the corner of the room, I brought out the chair that had been set out for me. “Sehen Sie, wenn es eine Sache gibt, die mir an diesem Ding in meiner Hand gefällt, dann ist es dies.” (You see, if there's one thing I like about this thing in my hand, it's this.” I raised my hand high in the air, and came down hard with force, striking the chair with all my might and making sure that the spikes got embedded deep into the wood and then ripped it out carelessly. Pieces and splinters scattered everywhere as I ripped it out of the chair and I could see the dress on their faces.

I only hope that you remember the version of me when I was young and willing to climb the cherry tree to pluck you cherries. I placed the letter into the drawers. I looked up to see Cyrus looking at the cherry tree branch. He said with a little jealousy, "If you like cherries, I'll get the gardener to change all of our roses to cherry trees. We'll have flowers in spring, fruits in summer, wine in autumn, and jam in winter forever." I hugged him and said with a smirk, "Do I hear a pang of jealousy?" Cyrus tapped me on my nose, replying with a smile, "Whose fault is that?"