Life's Like A Bowl Of Cherries Novels & Stories

My heart pounds faster. He doesn’t have any shortage of confidence, that’s for sure. I roll my eyes, chuckling to myself as I take another sip of my drink, savoring the sweet cherry flavor on my tongue. Levi was right; this juice concoction is definitely dangerous. The music switches to a bass-heavy Rihanna song and Cal lets out an audible groan, a hand coming to his temple. “Jesus, who’s running the music tonight?” he complains aloud.

Of course, a big bowl of cherry was in front of me. "Yes. Do you want some?" I slightly pulled the bowl to the side, then focused back on biting the sixth cherry. It was sweet, making my body shiver with happiness. I knew. I knew. I might look like a pup now. But I couldn't help it. I loved cherry so much, and having it in a cheerful mood perfected the day. However, my mate pushed the bowl back toward me as he said, "No. Looking at you is enough to fill my stomach."

“Life is about choices. Some we regret, some we're proud of. Some will haunt us forever. 'Black Rain' was very much about choices. The message - we are what we chose to be.” ____ "There you go, Child, my famous turkey and sweet potato chilli, chilli chicken soup bowl, pork rib curry, and a chocolate eclair for dessert. Oh yes! Let's not forget the spicy watermelon tomato salad." I looked at the meals she laid before me and then looked at her with my mouth open. I couldn't believe she went from getting me something to drink to bringing over her entire kitchen.

The fruity scent of the cocktail mixed with something slightly bitter as the pills dissolved completely. As soon as she was done, she put a cherry on the drink with the laxatives and picked another similar glass with the same cocktail in it, but without the cherry, and turned to face the room. The cherry bobbed on the surface like a tiny red life preserver, innocent and inviting. Both glasses looked identical in the dim lighting, their pink contents catching the soft glow from the overhead fixtures.

Monica muttered. “And we’re not talking about my sex life.” I added. So, I began, the trip, the food, the ferries, the sunsets, the birthday surprises. The story spilled out of me, bright and warm, and the girls listened like it was a N*****x series they needed renewed immediately. By the time I finished, they were sprawled on the office furniture in emotional exhaustion. Cherry sighed. “I need a boyfriend… or a Crest clone.” Monica nodded in agreement. “If he has a brother—”

It is simply beautiful… “Cherry , you can’t only eat cherries you have to eat your oats and apples too , if you want to be healthy” I hear a man scold – well attempt to scold. His voice was so gentle , that even if he did intend to scold it sounded as if he was doing it out of love.

“I love cherries.” “Are those cherries, Mama?” Alessia’s voice reached out. She came sprinting into the kitchen, jumped around Bella and asked, “Oh, can I have some?” I paced toward them and took the bowl from Bella, who seemed like she had no intention of giving any cherries to the little girl. “You can have as many as you want,” I said and put it down on the island. “Adonis, no.” Bella slid the bowl away from Alessia’s grasp.

With a smirk, Eleanor thought that her days ahead wouldn't be dull anymore. In the same study from the previous day, a thoughtful servant had prepared fruits for Lizzy. Her eyes sparkled hungrily when she spotted the large, red cherries. After seeking Michelle’s approval, Lizzy took two cherries, sharing one with Michelle. But since she was ill, Michelle had cautioned her not to eat too much. Still, Lizzy’s eyes remained fixed on the plate of cherries. Her endearing and pitiful expression was irresistibly cute, prompting the thought, 'How can a child be this adorable?'

“Had enough? Or are you ready for a big boy drink now?” Her icy voice flits across the crowded bar. She plunges dirty glasses into the sink underneath the bar. I smile at her as I lift my drink, finishing the rest of the Shirley Temple. I slam the glass back down, holding one of the cherries in my mouth between my teeth. I bite into it, filling my mouth with its sweet juice. I twist the stem around my tongue, folding it into a knot, and slide it out between my lips, presenting it to her. She doesn’t seem impressed, or remotely interested. If she were human she would be putty in my hands by now.

Cherry laughed at him and suddenly his mind got on to something eerie, “We can run, but can’t hide from destiny. If not Hexa…” A couple of thunderbolts splashed from the sky which was directed from above towards the bus they all were riding in. Cherry possesses a keen eye even in his mid-sixties, escaped the thunderbolts by taking a quick turn randomly. The random turns of the bus woke up the sleeping youngsters.