Siren Cherry Novels & Stories

Be seductive. "Hmm, are you related to Jasmine Young Adana?" Cherry bats her eyelash. She is aware that Gold the soloist's son, but she still wants to hear him say it. The golden boy is right. Cherry is the easiest one to please. It's obvious that she's attracted to Gold. "She's my mother...."

the inquisitive Julia asked as she tested her new wild-cherry lip gloss, puckering her lips in the compact mirror. "Some handsome guy who's interested in being more than just friends." My answer was a tad bitter, and I realized it was because I was still seething at being rebuffed by Mr. Mysterious in Black. **** Devon and I were seated in the far corner of a swanky chill bar. Designed in stainless steel and glass with neon blue lights and white seating, it exuded a luxurious ambience. At the last minute, I'd changed from my first choice of casual jeans and tank top to a purple close-fitting V-neck dress. And it was a good thing I did, or I would’ve been sorely underdressed for this outing.

Dante said, smoking a cigarette. It did not take long for Cherry to show face. I was not about lie, Cherry was beautiful. Cherry’s hair was white with a hint of grey in it. Her eyes were a nice grey as well; different from my wolf. Cherry looked at me and Dante before she turned and ran off further into the Bayou. “I haven’t seen her shift in a minute.” I said to Dante. “I forgot what Cherry looked like.” I turned to Dante and he just stared at Janelle.

Only a matter of time. Le temps nous le dira. * TWENTY FOUR HOURS EARLIER Her hair stood on its edge as the sound of the sirens drew closer. She couldn’t believe it, in a moment of a panic attack— —that she was finally caught. It had been barely two days since she left Nick and her clothes were torn and drenched in last night’s rain. She was only admiring how well the sun had risen that morning and now, she had her name being held from a distant megaphone.

He set his glass on the balcony, his hand then finding its way to the small of my back so that he could draw me in to him. His eyes shone as if the stars themselves burned within. He leaned forward and brushed his lips across mine. The sensation made my spine feel like it was made of champagne, bubbly and ready to float away. I pressed my lips against his, begging for a better taste. He opened his mouth, the effervescence of champagne permeating my senses. I smiled as I moaned softly. All I wanted was to drink his champagne kisses.

I said and she nodded, but immediately another pleasure shot all over her body she screamed again making me chuckle but I didn't warn her again. My caressing and toying got more faster and intense as time passed, I could feel her climax approaching whilst her wetness was already dripping on my hands even though it wasn't inside her. More and more eyes darted our way and were hooked but I didn't mind then when even Cherry didn't mind. Of course, Cherry was the name I gave her on a whim because of how pretty, curious, and sweet she was. At this moment her head was already on my chest while she breaths in my scent. I could feel she love it because she wetted even more and her pussy have started

she asked, her voice fragile and full of hope. Selena’s smile softened, and she nodded. "Yes, if you pray with your heart and soul, she will hear you." Cherry’s little hands tightened their grip on Selena’s dress as she slowly closed her eyes, nestling her head against Selena’s shoulder. Selena gently rubbed Cherry’s head, releasing a calming aura around the child, her own heart aching for the girl’s pain. As Cherry silently prayed, Selena’s comforting touch seemed to ease the weight of the world off the young girl’s shoulders as she fell into dreamland.

She is doomed to fail. [Tzzz!] [Tzzz!] [Tzzz!] The sound of wind being pierced fills the place as Cherry seamlessly waves her knife left and right. Soon, she thrusts it forward and cuts the bitch in the palm. No one would mistake that wound for a shallow cut, but Cherry does not want her to bleed out. The cut is so uniquely done that only a few drops of blood are seen.

The asshole, Alaric Raveni, had injected Eli with a neurotoxin called Valon. Time-stamped to kill. And now Eli’s life hangs in the balance of that sick bastard’s hand and the only way to save him is to find Lior’s drive from six years ago. The one that holds all his secrets. The secrets my Cherry died trying to expose. And I couldn’t do a damn thing to protect him. I took it upon myself to find that drive and hand it over. Because only then will my Cherry’s death mean something to me. If it ever should.

Without uttering any more words, she engrossed again in her work. Cherry face down, a gloomy submerged in her eyes, “Please Tara… there is no one to listen to me…”, when she said this, Tara's hand suddenly paused, she stood up and swiftly hugged Cherry. Actually, Cherry was an orphan, her parents died in an accident when she was only seven years old. One of the servants who were working at the Ryan mansion was a good friend of Cherry’s father, he brought Cherry with her to the mansion and explained to Ryan her circumstances.