Ruby Da Cherry Novels & Stories

I typed in our wedding anniversary without even thinking about it. The phone opened. My fingers scrolled to the messages app and I took a deep breath and exhaled before I opened the thread. [Good morning baby. I miss you already. Last night was everything.] Who on earth was this Tally Bear? I held the phone, standing there, contemplating whether to put it away. After all, it was better if whatever was in that chat never came to light. But Curiosity? It ate away at me like a snail chewing on a layer of cabbage.

Pop My Cherry Daddy. Chapter 8. I alighted from the car. Just like every other day, Danica would always wait for me at the sit and relax spot. Her face beamed with smiles, surprises evident in her eyes as I stepped out of the brand new Mercedes that had pulled the attention of a substantial number of students. "You look radiant! " Danica beamed as I approached her happily with my books held to my chest. I sure do, it was the first time I was getting such special treatment. My legs had turned jelly from his touches and my pussy had gotten just the right amount of thrust it needed it would be bad of me to not be this radiant.

The taste was unmistakable and guided my lips into a smile after I carefully spat the pit into my hand. "You like those, don't you?" She chuckled. Even with my eyes blindfolded, I could tell that the smile on her face was warm and coming from the heart. "There are over a thousand types of cherries but only one which I truly like." "Bing, Rainier, Morello?" She started to name the most popular cherry types. Though it wasn't the small red drupe which fascinated and tempted me the most. The hint of floral undertones, like a rich bouquet of blossoms that enhanced the overall aroma, promising the sweetest taste of all, was poised right across the table to me. In flesh and bones. So, I shook my he

People have this crazy idea that King Alexander is going to ruin the reputation of the kingdom which his father had built. “Well I think people should have more faith in the King, don’t you think Cherry?” I talk to my best companion Cherry, a light brown horse with white spots. When she was little, I found her in the castles kitchen eating all the cherries that the maids had picked, hence why I call her Cherry. Oh how she has grown!

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.

Yes, Cherry's middle name is Blossom, even I didn't wrap my head around it the first time I saw it on her school transcripts. I decided I'll have to wait for Caesar even if he'll come past midnight. God knows how I'd longed to see that man. It was around 9:30 p.m when we got back to the hotel room, Cherry decided to watch this series we'd started to watch together sometime back, 'Valeria'. Let me tell you that I really wanted to watch that movie too as I waited for Caesar, except along the way, something like 20 minutes into it, I was already sweating. My body was on fire and the only person who could cool this blazing skin was Caesar.

“Don’t be stupid. It’s just a cherry, what’s the worst that could happen? He’s allergic to cherries? You might as well say he’s allergic to air! “How come I never knew about his allergies? You used him to bind me by your side, so I’m sure you would have told me about it if it was true. You’re such an accomplished liar, after all! “Other kids don’t have allergies. You’re just spoiling your son as usual! I’ll fix him today if it’s the last thing I do. “Bah, all you ever do is weep and cry! You’re acting like your son died!” With that, Daddy ran to the fridge in the kitchen and took out the box of cherries he had bought two days ago, before heading to my room. Mommy looked at him and shook her

ADAM We arrived in Rayuwa five days after I received the call from my mother. The weather had a lot to do with the delay. We realised that Rayuwa was better than how we left it. I was glad the deity took our bargain seriously, and my stomach began to churn, realising we would soon have to sacrifice innocent virgins to fulfil our end of the bargain. I began to wonder when the bloodshed would end.

"What do you mean, disease?!" "Okay! Don't yell at me!" "I'm sorry Eboni, but-" "She got something called Fre-erasia, or…something like that." Fre-erasia? He repeated the word over and over trying to understand it. "Look, Candyman, Juicy's customers keep calling here asking for her and cussing us out. She going to lose her customer's if she ain't careful."

This stranger — whoever he was — could charge her up too. She'd thought only a mate could do that. She had a lot of questions. But right now, she was already twenty minutes late. The restaurant was the kind of place with cloth napkins and candles on every table. Liora pushed through the door still smoothing her hair, still a little breathless, clutching the small gift bag she'd wrapped herself that morning. "Happy birthday, honey." She spotted Leoric at a corner table and made her way over, sliding into the seat across from him. "Sorry I'm late. You will not believe the night I just had—"