Sherry Stalls Novels & Stories

I can tell she's hesitant to give me any information. "Stacy." I give her my most reassuring smile. "Hi, Stacy, I'm Cassidy and this is,," I point to the obnoxious buffoon standing next to me, "Alex. We're having a little disagreement that needs to be settled. Would you mind weighing in on the matter?"

"Obviously not." "Oh my gosh, have you been living under a rock?" She said dramatically and handed Indianna a colourful flyer. "All the information is on that." "Thanks," Indianna nodded, her mind trying to think of the nearest bin to throw the flyer in. "Us cheerleaders are running the kissing booth," Stacy laughed. "You should totally come." "To the kissing booth?" "No, silly," Stacy shook her head. "To the carnival. It'll be fun!" "I'll think about it."

"Stop making jokes, bes!" Sigh. Sherry took a deep breath. "You know what?" "What?" "The truth is, I'm a bit nervous for tomorrow's meeting with my husband's mistress. I have no idea what to expect. Should I slap her? Kick her? Drag her out of the house and announce to her neighbors that she is my husband's hidden mistress?" Sherry's face gleamed murderously. She openly admitted her diabolique plan for tomorrow's meeting with Meghan and Nancy didn't like what she heard from her.

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Hearing him pant faster, Sherry stopped her action, making Levian open his eyes and stare at her with eyes filled with dissatisfaction and a bit of temper. “Not so fast, Mr.Smith,” Sherry chuckled as she wiped the dripping saliva from her lips. After unhooking her bra, she pulled down her panties and slid them down, not completely, as they hung loosely from one of her ankles. Sherry placed her fingers inside her mouth, twirling and licking it till it was wet and dripping.

Sherry said with a forced smile. The attendant disdain increased, so she was a rich man's mistress? Shawty smiled nonchalantly, "At least I became his mistress, but you are just an ex girlfriend who is still begging for him back" She said. Sherry fingers pointing at Shawty, trembling, "You? I would see what you will do when he dump you one day. I will see if you will still be as smug as you are now" Sherry said and walked away, lost interest in the buying the gown.

{~Cherry Reed~} Never give me ammunition, I'm going to use it. When Sheryl woke up screaming, I thought for a second she'd found out that Nathaniel and I had sex— glorious, heart-thumping sex that left me weak in the… everything. Wait, I'm getting distracted. Turns out she didn't catch me in an indecent position. She'd just found out her Gallery was having an impromptu showcase to sell off a new artist’s work to some old, wealthy people.

I am skeptical of her gift. The woman doesn’t like me, why would she possibly give me a gift? “Oh I love presents,” Nova chuckles, showing just how ecstatic she was. A familiar young woman comes to Lana’s side. “You’ve met Shelly before. One of our kitchen maids?” Lana tries to refresh my memory. I nodded. When I was first brought to the compound she was the one who wheeled in a tray of food for Will and I. She bows her head to me. I bow back.

Naya's POV Sherry is a very resourceful girl. She runs a couple of businesses and one of them is the jewelry store she has in the middle of the city. I have been there a few times. Late at night, blinds are drawn to keep my privacy. Today is one of those days for me, and I'm helping to unpack everything that she just restocked. “I've been selling so much that my sister and I are thinking about opening another store.” She holds a diamond bracelet.

Richard Lane’s voice filled the room, crisp and cold as winter glass. “Good evening, America. Tonight, we go live across three cities, coast-to-coast, to speak with the woman at the center of one of the most scandalous corporate stories in recent memory. Heiress, designer, executive and accused conspirator in a multi-million-dollar takedown of Blackwood Industries. Sherry Hart, thank you for joining us.” The world was watching. The hashtags were already waiting and still, Sherry smiled. “I came,” she said evenly, “because silence was killing me faster than the headlines.”