Life's Like A Bowl Of Cherries の小説・ストーリー

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.”

But now, the last person tied to my life had walked away too. When I died... There probably wouldn't even be anyone to claim my body. My tears wouldn't stop. Fine. I'd mourn myself early. *** I was feeding a bunch of stray cats when an old coworker called. She burst into tears before she even said a word. "Yara, you absolute angel, please come back, okay?" "I'm not going back." I poured food into a little bowl. The cats ate like it was the best meal of their lives, and I smiled.

The crowd erupted into chaos as the video continued to play on the screen. "Destroy my fucking pussy.... Yesss... Oh shit! Lawwwd! I'm so close, Duke!!" Sounds filled the hall, skin against skin as the two people chased their orgasm. "Cum for me Thalia! Cum on my cock, not that loser's Marcus," Duke groaned. Thalia's glass fell to the floor, shattering as her face filled the projector screen. Her eyes flickered to mine. "You?!" She screamed, pointing her acrylic nails straight at me, red in the face.

Goodbye. When I heard him, bitterness filled my heart. I couldn't refrain from going closer to him and touching his face. As I watched my hand passing through his face, I suddenly remembered that I was a mere ghost now. I floated toward him and traced his facial features. It was good enough if I could just look at him a bit longer. Rosalie was clearly agitated after listening to him. With her arms extended, she stood in his way. Her eyes reddened, and she started saying whatever came to her mind. "Leo, Heidi's dead! She died! Just forget about her!"

"Lucky for me, I was born with a silver spoon, unlike some people, born to parents who abandoned them." I couldn't help but think back to when Freddie had sat next to me on my bed in my past life, sipping from the bowl of nourishing soup that was supposed to help me recover. He had sneered, "Tyler, you're going to die anyway. Drinking all that soup won't change a thing. I'll just enjoy it for you; no need to thank me." I wanted to rip him apart right then and there—just the thought of him made my skin crawl.

“For me? Thank you.” “I wasn’t sure what flavor you’d like, but you look like a strawberry girl to me.” What the hell are these things that keep popping into my head and right out of my mouth? She’d zapped me with the dance; that’s the only explanation I could find for my out-of-character behavior. She licked the ice cream like a five-year-old with a look of such pleasure on her face. I got another one of those twinges in my gut. “Ahem!” I cleared my throat and looked away from the spectacle before trying to make a hasty retreat.

My Lifelong Crush Claire has always had a crush on Rawls. She always thought he was handsome but never looked at him like anything other than her best friend’s dad. That changed when she turned sixteen years old. He did not have the dad bod and did not (at least most of the time) make the corny dad jokes. He worked out all of the time, so he was in good shape. He was also so handsome, with some gray at the temples in his black hair. She always wondered why he never got remarried. After his wife, Fiona, died he spent his time raising Evie. He has not been celibate for the last nineteen years. He had his share of women over the years. There were not many weekends that he slept alone.

Mercy’s eyes shone with brilliance when she entered the room and discovered the dishes prepared by Cherry. “Sure.” The latter had prepared more than she could eat anyway. Besides, she could not bring herself to reject Mercy, whose face was filled with excitement. “That’s great,” Mercy cheered immediately without concealing her happiness and joy. A bubble of laughter escaped Cherry’s mouth. Mercy’s expression earlier reminded her of Tania. She looked exactly like that as well every time she discovered delicious food. Cherry was surprised by the resemblance. She realized she did not dislike Mercy’s presence. The main door was being opened once more when they were halfway through dinner. It was

Cherry followed him in with a bag of ice. "What the hell just happened?" Cole asked. Cherry set my foot on one of the armchairs and placed the ice on my ankle. "Who was that chick?" "You saw her?" I asked. "Saw who?" Cole asked. He looked between the two of us. Cherry nodded. Cole looked at me. "Karma." Cherry blinked. "Karma... Like the Karma. Like Karma, Karma?" I nodded slowly as I pressed my lips together. "I really pissed her off, and now she's making my life a living hell."