Silent Hill Cheryl Mason Novels & Stories

She should have moved on from Benjamin and been able to treat him like a stranger by now, yet she couldn't. Cheryl stood in place for a long time. It wasn't until her ankles protested against her mindless standing in four-inch heels that she snapped out of her daze and made to look for Holt. Just as she turned, she ran into Timothy. Shock colored her face. "Mr. Anker, what are you doing here?" Timothy smiled, though it was more insidious than good-natured. "I did some thinking, Ms. Shaw." As he spoke, he shoved his hands into his pockets and took a few steps toward Cheryl. She backed away instinctively, only for her back to touch the wall. She was cornered.

"Huh, should it seem as if they were killed by a serial killers? No too dark." Even though it wasn't her first kill, it felt different. The sensation that rushed through her spine when his blood splattered on her left cheek was exhilarating. The unrelated lives she took in her previous line of work never made her feel anything, no remorse, no closure, nothing. But she was now different, sort of reborn, driven by a vengeful thirst for blood. She was now Qiao Mo, the secretary to the President of of the Wushi Cooperation, and she was running late for work.

Sherry cocked an eyebrow and asked, "What does she want from me?” “She says that there’s something important she needs to tell you.” "Tell her I'm sleepy. I’ll see her after I wake up." Sherry promptly closed her eyes after that. Celine immediately became furious. Shortly after that, Queenie and Hailey, who heard the commotion, stepped out of the room to see what was going on. Celine knew that they were only going to take Sherry’s side. Besides, she did not want to risk getting on Queenie’s bad side. She took a deep breath and suppressed her anger, then she proceeded to whisper into Sherry's ears, "Master Mason is here.”

K.E.L.S.I::: Mrs Raphael didn't hide her true colour when her husband was taken out of the country for his medical operation, she made mum go through hell, even accusing her for being the cause of her husband accident blaming him for allowing us into their house the first day.

“Well, it’s no wonder he didn’t bother trying to help with that ridiculous undertaking. Of course I don’t know. Why would Larkin even know? He’s not a demon.” “Yeah, but… the Reapers use them, too. There’s one in Reaper’s Hollow, and Thanatos and his horde of monsters have been using it to go back and forth, talking to Azrael and the other demon guys.” She knew she sounded ridiculous, or at the very least, uninformed. All of this was just too much.

She made me act crazy like redoing a damn DNA test on Lana and Matteo every year to make sure she was his. Cheryl was bad news and I’m honestly not sad that she is gone. I never liked her. I hated how she treated Matteo. Matteo was actually a lot sweeter and nicer before Cheryl came along. Her rejection of him wounded him in ways that I can’t imagine. To hope for your mate, to wait so long, only to be rejected, but forced to mate anyway. I don’t know what I would do if my mate put me through what Cheryl did to Matteo. I think I’d be bitter too.

The woman said, and then her eyes fell over to me. "This is Cheryl, Cheryl Mason." Finn had a tight smile on his face while the woman's demeanor instantly changed.

Emily gulped hard. But her solemn expression soon changed when she saw Cheryl. The child looked more energetic than she ever was and didn't look like she cared about her classmates, whom she was mercilessly pushing away from her way. Dear lord, from whom did Cheryl learn this form? She wasn't going to turn into Helenite 3.0, right? RIGHT?

“Also… why do you speak of mom with such hate?” Cheryl’s response is quipped. “Because she never loved me.” I blink rapidly, “What have you been listening to?” She gives a short, dismissive breath. “The horrible things that witch did to people?” “She healed with her powers.” “She murdered with them.” My voice is low, strained with rising anger. “What has dad been telling you?” Cheryl's brows knit tightly over the sea-green of her eyes, “That her warlock abilities made her monster. That you’re just like her.”

Then, Lily, the assistant, and Amy all retreated from the room. Sheila carefully examined Cheryl in the hospital bed. Her eyes were ringed with faint shadows, giving her a vulnerable look. "Miss Emerson, hello. Thank you for visiting me." Sheila sat down beside the bed, asking softly, "Want an apple? Shall I peel one for you?" Cheryl shook her head. "Miss Emerson, you're a woman too. You must know what I'm facing right now?" "Right now, all I hope for is that scum like Alexis Monroe get the punishment he deserves."