Ruby Da Cherry Age Novels & Stories

I shrug. "So you're here to make the Alpha look good?" Cherry asks, handing me my tea. It smells sickly sweet, but I take a sip anyway, trying not to look out of place amongst these girls. She has a knowing look in her eyes as she sweeps her light blonde hair back over her shoulder, propping her chin on her hand to look at me. "Yes,” I muse. Savea has a regal look about her, one that has likely come from extensive travel and a family that has put her through the best possible schooling. Her eyes are a deep, pretty green, only a few shades lighter than Isaiah’s.

But she was thrilled for the future either way. "Mom, please." She sighed as she walked near her mother. She was pulled into her mother's embrace Charlotte froze for a second before deciding to awkwardly wrap her arms around her mother too. Her mother was a few inches smaller than her, she had black hair but she always colored it in dark red and it suited her so Charlotte couldn't complain. Drita was a 39-year-old woman, who in Charlotte's opinion had suffered enough to last for two life times. Although Charlotte didn't know everything she felt as if this decision would be good for both her parents. She'd make sure to work here and send money every time she could.

He’d also been the one to follow my order to invite Cherry back from Berlin to attend my Alpha ceremony. At the thought, I gripped my phone harder. Did this have something to do with Cherry? I watched the three blinking dots for a few more seconds with strained anticipation. I promised Cherry, as her old friend, that I wouldn’t tell you this. But after yesterday and with Cherry gone again, I know I must tell you now. Cherry has a six-year-old daughter, Fern. I met her while I was in Berlin. I think Cherry conceived her while she was still in the pack.

He grimaced. "Oh, marriage again." I murmured without thinking, this was going to be Derrick's sixth wife in his entire life. Grayson's mother had been the second wife it didn't even last for atleast five years. "Don't be like that Raina, Cherry is different. You know Cherry Macaalay the Filipino actress, you must know her." He gave a lopsided smile and I didn't want to rain on his parade. I definitely knew her if he was talking about the Cherry Macaalay who had a graceful body and warm brown eyes but most of all was way younger than Derrick Collins. She had often been on the front cover for vogue and other online magazines. She was definitely one for the spotlight.

well l was a stripper since sixteen and have been doing this job for 4years,wait I interrupted How can you be doing this job for years,you are eighteen remember She smile am twenty actually She replied I lied about my age and thanks to my stature it paid off I look at her in surprise,she's got many secret so that Night Cherry POV Flashback I sigh as I continue to walk in direction of my dorm,am sooo tired but what to do I have to go to work That the only way to earn money,my life is kinda messed up And Benita,she trying to be Madam's favorite Guess she don't know what it takes,I entered the dorm and behold there's Benita Wrapped and only sheet,I scoff Benita I called

Cherry's voice said, clearly having decided to stop letting Jacob relay things. "She ascended," I said. "She wrote a monologue and she performed it and the adjudicator said she had rarely seen that level of original writing at this age." Cherry made a sound of joy. "Tell her," Cherry said, "that my daughter Mirada is going to know that story when she is old enough." I pressed my hand to my mouth. "Tell her yourself," I said. "In about eighteen years." "I am going to," Cherry said. "I am absolutely going to."

he said, shrugging. "And you answered them correctly?!" I asked, shrieking a bit. "Your full name is Angela Cherry Woodson. D.O.B is 1st May 2000. And your favourite fruit is cherry just like your middle name." He smirked and added, "Seriously, cupcake, you underestimate me. I did my fair share of research before coming here." I gaped at him, my mouth opening and closing like a fish. Finally, I closed it properly and glared at him. "Wait, how did you find my address?"

Derek points an accusing finger at Rex. “Do not try to turn the tables around here, we both know it has nothing to do with the gruesome crimes your daughter committed and for your information, Cherry is a full grown woman who happened to have a unique child-like stature. She is not a child, don’t get that wrong and she can think on her own.” Rex replies.

My hair is a wavy mess from stress-scrunching and I’m fairly sure Roxie is sick of me asking her to test me on possible questions. “You need to eat something, you look poorly,” Cherry said sympathetically, beckoning me to join them on the bench. She looked adorable in a floaty tea-dress, blonde curls, and her signature red lipstick. I couldn’t help noticing the red stain on Matt’s lips and side of his neck.

“Of course.” She frowned slightly, then smoothed her expression. “You’re thinking about her, aren’t you?” “I’m just tired,” he replied flatly. ~~~ Later that night, long after everyone had gone to bed, Cherry stepped out onto the balcony with her phone pressed to her ear. “It’s me,” she whispered. A voice answered on the other end, low and impatient. “Did you get what we needed?” “Not everything, but I’m close. Damien is obsessed with her. He doesn’t see straight when she’s involved. That’s our opening.”