Life's Like A Bowl Of Cherries Novels & Stories

Frank didn’t want to be left out. “You guys really bored?” Ben raised his eyebrows “Anyone want to bet with me on the identity of the character on the opposite table?” “What’s the stakes?” Ed asked curiously. “You guys head home” “I am not curious all of a sudden” Ed sat back with a nonchalant expression. The others followed suit. They weren’t stupid to take Ben’s bait. Cherry blossoms bloomed and streets have never been the same. You came into my life and life has never been the same...…

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—”

This person provided a ton of key info just to bring down their competitor. And that person's last name was Carver. After thanking the police, I left the station. On the way home, I remembered a weird phone call I'd gotten once. The number was unfamiliar, and all I could hear on the other end was muffled sobbing. I lifted my head and looked up at the blazing sun. Its warmth washed over me. "What do you feel like eating today, babe?" Julian asked, his eyes crinkled into a smile. "Anything you make will be perfect," I said.

He spat in the puddle and turned. One thousand drunk humans. Ten thousand more, asleep, above. Not misunderstood. Cursed. It’s a very different sadness. Alexander’s Feast ended. Rounding out his latest playlist - Bashfully Baroque. Werewolf checked the time. Less than an hour. He buzzed a buzzer. I’m here for the Devil’s Cherries. The What? The, ahem, Devil’s Cherries. He’s cool. Let him in. And just like that, he was let out.

After he was done blabbing, he tried to shove the card into my hand. I quickly took a step back and said loudly, "I don't need your charity, and I don't know you." Francis' expression soured. "What's the point of pretending that you don't know me, Yvette?" I frowned at him and answered sternly, "Do we need to know each other? Also, I don't need your money. I can buy the things that I want myself. "I'm doing honest work in the countryside, so I don't feel ashamed. I don't think I dress sloppy either. We only live once. What's wrong with dressing comfortably?"

Dante, on the other hand, looked one second away from flipping the entire desk. “Get. Out. Of. That. Chair,” he snapped, Alpha aura flaring so hard the papers on the desk rustled. I yawned. Then my eyes landed on the small crystal bowl sitting neatly on the corner of the desk. Cherries. Perfect, glossy, and deep red. I reached out slowly and deliberately, picked one up between my fingers and popped it into my mouth, biting down with a soft crunch. Juice dripped down my finger. “Damn,” I said thoughtfully, licking it off. “That’s good. Tell the servants to bring more. These are acceptable.”