Gambit Chere Novels & Stories

"I'm looking for the Marquis, or Lady Griffith. Please let them know—I'm their birth daughter. I was switched as a baby at the hospital sixteen years ago." The day Ivy Griffith, the real heiress, came to find her family, the rain fell harder than usual. She stood square in the doorway, drenched. Her thin, coarse dress clung to a frame gone gaunt with hunger, every angle of her showing through the fabric. Rainwater ran in dark ropes from her matted hair, and her face had gone blue-white with cold.

“You need to pass the Immortal Doctor’s Legacy to her! Rumor has it that you founded Ganoderma in the past, and she’s an heir of Ganoderma. There are no Immortal Doctors in the world currently, and she’s a doctor with a benevolent heart. She’s more suitable than me to acquire the legacy… Because I've already gotten a bloodline legacy.” Only then did Guilherme turn to look at Cheryl. “She.. Could she be Young Madam?” Alex nodded slowly and said, “From now on, you’ll concentrate on assisting her, how about it?” Guilherme thought about it for a while before saying, “I will follow Young Master’s orders!” Then, he turned around and bowed down to Cherly. In the next instant, the energy from the em

“That’s one less storm to the weather.” Damien glanced at her. She raised a brow.“You owe me.” He allowed a small smile.“Yeah. I do.” --- Cherry’s heels struck the stones of the driveway with purpose, her red trench coat flaring behind her like the tail of a comet. She didn’t slow at the gate. But the guards stepped forward. “Ma’am,” one said. “You’re not cleared to—” “Tell Damien I’m here,” she snapped, voice sharp. “And no, I’m not leaving.”

she clarified more and everybody cheered, clapping their hands at this proposition. The First Lady was called forth, and her bid started with five thousand dollars until it concluded at twenty thousand, it was a great start. My gaze moved to my mate who sat calmly in his seat with a massive smirk on his face. The bid continued and soon enough it was only three of us left standing, Lilac stepped out. “ Lilac Giroud Sergei, 25 years old, the Mate to Alpha Lincoln and the Luna of the Red Hood pack. She is an entrepreneur, a lover of nature, and a skillful archer.”

She was impressed by the turnout but she was worried that without a better formation, their fate will be the same. She unmounted the horse, same with the others who were arriving and she moved ahead with Cher falling beside her. She could see Rebal in her training wears of leather wear, shiny silver cape, and boot heels that had several pockets where she kept removing small knives which she used to fight. "Is it just me or the shifters have drastically reduced?" Cher mused with a sarcastic tone coloring her voice. "What are you implying?" "For example, I can no longer see some people here. Please, tell me you suspended them or they didn't just come for training."

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.”

The sheer overlay was adorned with delicate embroidery, offering a subtly sexy and dreamlike beauty. The other was a black strapless gown with a drape that felt very straight. The chest was decorated with lace embroidery, and while the dress itself was unadorned, the sheer fabric overlay sparkled with tiny diamonds. The combination of black lace, dazzling diamonds, and sheer fabric added a touch of mystery. Cheryl wore these dresses to different events, receiving acclaim each time. The gowns perfectly showcased her sensual yet elegant, gentle yet mysterious charm. Fans praised Cheryl's stylist, clamoring to "give the stylist a bonus!"

I knew for a fact that these three wouldn’t be where they were right now unless they were guilty of something. The steady click of boots drew my attention. Gambit walked toward us with that same unhurried grace that made her impossible to ignore. Her violet hair, piled high into a messy bun, caught the dim light as she moved, a sharp contrast against the black combat gear that hugged her frame. A tablet was tucked casually under one arm, like she had just stepped out of a boardroom instead of orchestrating chaos. Every step radiated purpose, the kind of deliberate confidence that said she owned this moment and everyone in it.

Yet the teardrop mole at the corner of his eye lent a subtle grace to his otherwise austere expression. Inside the box lay a floor-length gown of deep green tulle. The bodice shimmered faintly with scales—snake scales—stitched into the fabric. I had never seen such a beautiful dress. For a moment, I was completely captivated. "Clarice," Draco said calmly, "this gown was hand-stitched by our serpent clan's finest seamstresses. Each scale was a blessing offered by our people." His gaze carried a deliberate detachment, as if the person marrying me wasn't him at all.

Before bending down to pick a mushroom, the black-haired lady paused once more to carefully inspect the surrounding forest. I should have known Nix would be able to find actual fighters to accompany me. The black-haired lady was reserved and quiet, and her stance practically screamed that she was a formidable fighter. She was the distant type, which made me uneasy. If I had seen her when I was a rogue, I would have hidden so she wouldn't have even realized I was in the area.