Life's Like A Bowl Of Cherries Novels & Stories

Without a word, Serena gazed at them with a face devoid of emotion, as if she were looking at two complete strangers. Caspian's voice was hoarse, cracking with the faint sound of a sob, as he said, "Serena, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I know I was wrong, I was such a jerk. I hurt you. Please, just give me one more chance. I—"

Not a single person spoke for me. To them, I was a parasite, surviving only by clinging to the Rossi famiglia. Now that the future Donna had returned, it was only fitting to tear a parasite apart. My body trembled with pain, cold sweat soaking my back. Even so, I laughed until the laughter gave way to tears. "Luca, you're right," I said. "I don't deserve it." I rose to my feet, staring past the shameless couple at the roaring fire. I staggered forward and bent down to pick up the severed finger from the floor.

Then, I heard Mom and Dad being called to the stage. "We'd like to thank the crew and Mr. Black for giving our child a second chance at life!" A second chance at life? I couldn't help but smile bitterly at those words. I turned and walked toward the hallway. … The emcee's voice rang out, full of excitement. "Now, let's welcome the transformed teenager, Logan Ewing!" The audience erupted in applause, but I didn't appear on stage. Arthur's face darkened. Just as he was about to send someone to find me, his phone rang.

Seth looked at Zara with eyes full of hatred and replied, “I don’t have any relationship with Miss Pearson. When I was doing Grade 12, I received a scholarship from the Pearson Group, and I studied Biochemistry. Two months ago, Miss Pearson approached me and informed me that she needed lethal poison to kill the rats in her apartment. She told me that she had tried everything, but nothing was working. When I refused to adhere to her instructions, she told me that I had used her family's money to become a biochemist, and I owed her. Then she gave me the peanuts and asked me to mix them with the lethal poison. She instructed me to deliver the package to Miss Becky.

“People are like that. They don’t cherish what they have until it’s gone. I always chased after what I couldn’t get. First, it was Tyler. Then it was you. “But now I get it. This time, as long as one of us finds happiness, it’s enough.” With that, she turned and walked away. Sadie glanced at me and asked casually, “You’re not going to walk her out?” I pulled her into my arms and chuckled. “The only thing I know for sure is to cherish the person in front of me.”

Her voice was dripping with arrogance when she sneered, "We cannot hire this person, Mr. Charles." Daniel's face twisted into an upset expression. "Ms. Bailey, Ms. Mendez's work is exceptional. Our company needs her talents." "Exceptional?" Rachel repeated, scoffing. Her eyes were full of disdain when she turned her gaze on me. "Does someone who relies on plagiarizing other people's work to achieve success deserve to be called exceptional?" I was stunned. When I snapped back to my senses, I leaped to my feet and exclaimed, "You're lying! I've never plagiarized anyone's work!"

"Your tray secured a whole lot more cherries than our plates did, Isabella! The teacher is totally playing favorites with your pack!" My fingers instantly slide the fruit container over to her space, my mouth saying, "My internal wolf doesn't really like eating cherries anyway. Your hands can have the whole share!" Massive excitement washes over the little girl’s face as her voice squeaks, "Your character tracks as the absolute best, Isabella! Cherries operate as my favorite food on the earth! Thank you so much!" "Your spirit is totally welcome! Eat the whole batch if your heart likes them!" A few moments later, my mouth finishes consuming my basic lunch fuel, then my boots stand up, prepari

I ran toward the crowd, toward the people who had chosen to celebrate the life I had rebuilt. They surrounded me and began singing "Happy Birthday." In the warmth of their voices and the glow of the candles, I closed my eyes and made the first wish of my life that truly belonged only to me. "To a life well lived, Cindy!" The candles went out. Cheers rose around me. I took a bite of cake and watched the last edge of the sun sink behind the mountains. All the blood-stained memories of Manhattan drifted away with the cool evening breeze, left forever in the ruins of a life I would never return to.

“Never judge a book by its cover. Having a coworker like her is seriously the biggest stain on my life.” I ignored everyone’s mocking comments and simply smiled as I escorted Elijah and his group out. After everything I went through in my previous life, words like these meant nothing to me anymore.

he asks curious. "Oh, you know, a bit of the mill gossip is all." I say, the smell of cooked corn, green beans, and assorted meats hitting my nostrils. The hunger pains are worse, and Quill scoops up some green beans with the small wooden spoon, placing it near my mouth. "I can feed myself!" I say, as I try to steal the spoon from him. Quill draws back, tsking though, and I sigh. "You're an injured lady who saved my life. Let me at least do this for you." he says, and I finally relent, opening my mouth as he places the spoonful of food inside.