Sherry Stalls Novels & Stories

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.

Andy could feel himself blushing and hoped that no one would notice in the dimly lit room. “Fine, if you want to be all business about this,” Sherry said, taking another sip of her drink before she continued. “I let my dog, Baby, out in the backyard and was sitting on the back porch enjoying the evening as he played. Pretty soon, I saw this…, thing moving around in the trees like it was watching us or something.” She paused and asked, “Would either of you like something to drink?” “No, thank you, Sherry,” Annie answered.

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.

Rogan asked with a chill in his voice. “I am aware that you have just gotten a mate but…you do not have a breeder yet, I presume? If so, then I can be your breeder. I am very fertile. I am obedient and I am not really ambitious. Although I have not had sex yet, I am sure I can satisfy you…” Sherry said shyly. Sherry’s maid went pale and stumbled as it seemed she had almost fainted. Everyone who was listening and watching this scene could not help but gape at how straightforward and blunt Sherry was.

He sat down across me as we got comfortable in the booth before a young girl approached us. Her skirt was short and barely reached mid-thigh. She wore a top that she tied into a knot right below her breasts, perfectly displaying her slightly pudgy stomach. Her dirty blonde hair was in a low ponytail and she wore very little to no makeup. Her smile was bright and kind as she looked at Wade and I, "hello, love birds, my name's Sheryl," she introduced in a cheery voice and she seemed to be those girls who were always in a happy mood which made me smile back at her, "here y’all go, it ain't much but there's something there that I'm sure you'll like," she said as she handed us the menu and walked

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.”

After she was done with her meal, Sherry hesitated, her breath catching in her throat as she peered into the dimly lit bathroom. The absence of a proper door sent a shiver of apprehension coursing through her. This was no ordinary sanctuary; it was a place that could easily become a stage for shame if the master of the house chose to enter unannounced. She still bore the vivid memories of her previous days—stripped bare, exposed alongside other Captives, all subjected to the whims of those who viewed them as mere possessions.

After getting into the car, Holly asked him, "Have you been in the museum all day?" "No." Bryce started the car. "I came about half an hour ago. The curator organized a donation ceremony. It ended just a while ago." The two soon arrived at Sherry's bridal shop, which was located in the downtown shopping center. The shop, which occupied an entire ten-story building, was extravagantly decorated. Sherry was the epitome of a powerful woman. Holly and Bryce took the elevator to Sherry's office. As soon as they entered the office, Sherry warmly greeted them, taking Holly's hand and leading her to the computer.

Sherry asked with a smile in her voice. “Oh yeah,h why?" she says in a whisper to me. “Oh yeah," what do you do tonight?" I asked her." “Oh, you know, drink some alcohol, danced with the girls on the dancefloor,r you know, stuff like that." She said, hiding her eyes from us in the rearview mirror. " So, what did you and Roman Blacksdale talk about, huh? She did not look or say anything to us. " Oh, okay, we'll let it go until she's ready."