Pop My Cherry Novels & Stories

Luke responded before pretending to sip his invisible tea. "Oh, I have cherry as well. Wait." She crawled to a nearby box and started digging in. Seconds later, she took something out—cherry toys—then brought it to the others. "Do you want cherry, too, Melika?" She offered, which received a nod from Melika. Soon, she divided cherry toys so everyone got their own, including Lulu. My gaze fixated on them, observing their actions and reactions. Cherry watched everyone, then smiled widely. It was like seeing myself. She showed the exact expression whenever I watched people enjoy my food. There was pride and happiness, and it must be what she felt.

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.”

I thought she’d still be asleep. “Oh my god, cherry. What happened? Your lipstick is all smudged. Were you crying? Tell the name of the jackass who did this to you.” Margaret went into full mom mode. After all, cherry is her favorite. Which makes my actions even more horrendous. The talk of lipstick reminds me of something. I reached up, wiping my mouth and beard furiously. How could I forget? Oh fucking hell. “It’s fine. I get dumped all the time,” Cherry replied, pushing past her mother to get into the house. Sheryl rushed after her. I tried to walk past without acting weird.

she asked, a sly smile creeping across her face. Cherry's lips curved into a wicked smile, her eyes glinting with malice. "Take this," she said, her voice a soft hiss as she pressed the half-broken pill into the maid's hand. "I need you to make sure Lily takes this pill when Greg is home. Can you do that for me, my dear?" The maid's eyes widened, her smile growing ever more mischievous. "Of course, Miss Cherry," she whispered, her voice a confident whisper. "Consider it done.

she said while popping a cola bottle into her mouth. “Damn you and your evil powers,” I said flopping face down on the bed. Being my best friend she knew exactly how to play me. Haribo were my kryptonite. After a couple of seconds, I popped my head up to look at her and said, “hand over the candy girl and I’ll squeal like a pig.” Lyla giggled and handed me the bag. “So whad d yo wnt oo know?” I asked while chewing on a particularly sour cherry.

I tilted my neck pulling her closer to my body, placing a soft kiss on her lips "Good morning baby!" I mumbled and she giggled wrapping her arms around my neck. Of course, I knew the perfect way to make her shut it! I wasn't in the mood for any of this now! "Good morning!" Cherry mumbled, pressing her soft boobs to my chest. "You look worried, did something happen?" She pulled back staring back at my face "No...," My words trailed off as the ringtone of her phone pierced through the air. She picked it up immediately, her jaw clenching as she stared at the screen. Without hesitation, she declined the call and flipped it upside down

he repeated. "Well, I can't really blame you. That must be the only English you know," Cherry reasoned. "I'm rather attached to this car, you know. If you want me, come and get me." Anger ignited in the assassin's eyes, and he took steps towards her, grabbing her arm. In a swift motion, Cherry evaded his grip, twisting his hand in hers. She swiftly rotated, dropped to her knees, and flipped him over her shoulder, sending him crashing to the ground. She didn't give him a chance to react, swiftly straddling his chest. Clenching her fist, she delivered a powerful blow to his jaw, forcing his head into an unnatural angle.

“She mentioned that she wanted to buy marshmallows for Cherry. She took $2 and walked around half the city.” Right after she spoke, the four-year-old Cherry suddenly slapped Grapie on the back of her hand. The pink marshmallow fell to the ground, and a lot of dust and grass clippings made it dirty. “Why did you come back so quickly?” Cherry instantly lost her cool, and hatred shone in her childish eyes.

The air was thick with the scent of sweat and exhaustion. Cherry flopped onto the bench in her oversized hoodie, stretching her arms dramatically. “So Red, huh?” she said, eyes glittering with mischief. “Big, scary, silent type swooping in to save our little Ivy. I think I’m in love.” Ivy, still pulling on her jeans, rolled her eyes. “Cherry, stop.” “Oh, come on,” Cherry whined playfully. “He was like—bam! Creepy guy’s gone. Ivy’s saved. The crowd goes wild. You could’ve kissed him.”

After handing it to Romeo who was standing very still at the corner of the room, I brought out the chair that had been set out for me. “Sehen Sie, wenn es eine Sache gibt, die mir an diesem Ding in meiner Hand gefällt, dann ist es dies.” (You see, if there's one thing I like about this thing in my hand, it's this.” I raised my hand high in the air, and came down hard with force, striking the chair with all my might and making sure that the spikes got embedded deep into the wood and then ripped it out carelessly. Pieces and splinters scattered everywhere as I ripped it out of the chair and I could see the dress on their faces.