Joe X Cherry Novels & Stories

Maybe they weren't such good days after-all. Joe arrived shortly after and he had flowers; big ones. He winked at Momma. "Hi beautiful. Remember me?" Momma smiled, but it wasn't the real one. Juicy took the flowers and held them close enough for her Momma to smell if she wanted—she didn't. She placed them on the sill where the other flowers were. Joe pulled up a chair and chatted with her, and Juicy could tell that she wanted him to shut up with his chatter and to get to the point.

I’d just survived the ‘Public Display of Lip-lock Disaster’, and now I was about to play ‘Guess What the Man Who Could Kill Me in Six Seconds Doesn’t Know About Me’. Knox didn’t even pretend to refuse. He lounged back, one arm draped over the backrest, his gaze fixed on me. “Go ahead, Little Cherry. Make me curious.” He murmured, enough to make it sound like a fuckin’ dare. I shot him a narrow-eyed smile. “Alright. Something you don’t know about me…” I said putting on my best thoughtful face. “Hmm… here is one, when I was twelve, I got chased by a goose for stealing its bread.”

“One last question, Miss Cherry, about being your personal assistant to the vocalist of the Logistic Band Rexon Del’Torre, is it true that you left him because the job offered to you by the F&S clothing line is better?” I was stunned by his question. I knew they were not ignorant of my previous job with Rexon. “T-that’s not true. I’m still working for Rexon. Please excuse me.” I don’t want to appear rude or whatever. I just don’t want Rexon’s name to be involved, even though he initially didn’t consent for me to be a model in this event. “Miss Cherry! Miss Cherry!” They called me, but I quickly went inside. “Cherry, where are you from?” Farrah greeted me.

I wasn't sure how to feel about that revelation, but I continued to stand there, feeling Joshua work on my skin with his needle. " You know she's not deaf, right? " he teased his friend. " Don't worry, you're complimenting me, so I'll just keep listening in silence, pretending I'm not here while my overhuman ego is being fed,' I warned, getting a laugh from the girl. " o you admit you have an overhuman ego? I'm Cherry, by the way," she opened her bag, taking out a camera and several lenses, starting to set it up without taking her eyes off both of us.

James interjected in their battle and told them what he had in his mind. “You know what, Jimmy, you are never going to talk about her in that way ever. The more you speak, the more you reek of your men's pheromones here,” Cherry said in disgust as her eyes fell on Ryan, who stood there in a corner with Charles and online saw them fight to kill each other, which triggered Cherry’s temper. She was in her first trimester and would often lose her temper with people, and whenever she did, she would always break someone from the inside out.

I pulled out my phone to text Joe, when I walked pass his car in the driveway. CHASITY: I am leaving Payton’s house now. JOE: Come to my room. My eyes widened and my cheeks turned red. I have never been in his room before and have always wondered what it looked like inside. The thought of Joe and I being alone in his room, make my cheeks red and my heart starts beating fast. CHASITY: Why? JOE: The other envelopes are in my room. CHASITY: What about Gio and John? JOE: They are in the theater room, watching a movie.

He leaned down, capturing Dean’s lips with an intensity that left no room for escape. Joe’s kiss was ruthless and commanding, carrying the unmistakable weight of someone who expected complete control, without the slightest trace of tenderness. Dean tried to pull away, but he couldn’t even summon the strength to turn his head. The pressure from Joe’s presence was overwhelming. He fought desperately, but the lingering numbness from the shock earlier still gripped his body, leaving his limbs unresponsive. Every attempt at resistance only felt more futile than the last.

Cherry’s small figure emerged from the school gate, greeted by a smiling Sophie, "How was your first day, sweetie?" "Is there anything I can’t handle?" Cherry boasted confidently, proud of her superior social skills. "Alright, my capable Cherry. Let’s celebrate with a big slice of cherry cake, okay?" "You better keep your word," Cherry replied, happily hopping into the car parked nearby. Her gaze unintentionally swept over for a familiar car nearby. 'The bad person's car has not shown up yet.'

Tarring closed his laptop, and Josey got out, taking a deep breath through her nose of the soil and manure that permeated the air. “I don’t remember this place being so big,” she mused out loud. “Make sure to take notes and pay attention. Keep your hands to yourself, don’t touch anything, or I will take it out of your salary.” Tarrin’s words were a bit harsh, and Josey gave Mara a look that asked why he was especially prickly today. Mara leaned over as they followed Tarrin, “Ignore him. It’s not you. It’s Cherry.” “Cherry?”

Cherry’s POV Okay, I’ve been dolled up several times before in ways that you cannot even begin to imagine but never, and I repeat, never have I looked this damn glamorous. I don’t know who Xavier, Maddison and Coral are but after this miracle that they’d just performed, I had to get all their numbers and become friends with them instantly, because I literally looked like a Disney Princess after they were done.