Siren Cherry Novels & Stories

"You know I can stop him from coming for your sake, right? You don't have to force it if you don't want to see him," Cherry lowered her head. "I actually want to see him. I really want to but it's hard. I need to explain to him. I didn't get an explanation before I was shot by that filthy woman who is now your Luna," Then she turned to look at me. "What the hell happened in my absence!" "Don't raise your voice at me, Cherry," I said, getting offended. "You're angry that I called her filthy, right? Know what, she is really filthy and you shouldn't even be with her,"

We are talking about the sirens. Just like humans, there were many different types of sirens: males and females who took pride in their fish tails of different shapes and colours; and among all of them, there was one that stood out the most, thanks to her beauty, pale skin, bright aquamarine tail and vibrant pink hair. Her name was Marina.

Cherry argued back and cursed at her lucky for being so short and weighing less than a bottle of water. “You will get no joy in hurting her.” He mumbled against her neck lightly kissing it to calm her anger. She’s so beautiful, and smells so good for me’ Rex murmured within him. “Wh- wh-“ Cherry tried to speak but his butterfly kisses on her neck and shoulder was not letting her concentrate. She had the chance and right to stop him but nothing came to her mind. She turned her head to the side exposing her neck for him to torture unconsciously and she did not realize it.

The dressing room was quieter than usual—most of the girls had already gone out front or were still fixing their makeup. Raven lingered near her locker, biting the edge of her thumbnail, eyes darting toward Cherry, who was lounging on the couch and scrolling through her phone in her rhinestone bra and platform boots. “Hey… Cherry?” Raven’s voice was barely above a whisper. Cherry looked up, arching a brow. “What’s up, baby bat?” Raven shifted awkwardly. “Can you… show me how to flirt?”

“Yeah he said. I need a favor. I need the name of Cherry. I do not know her last name. Can you find her information, phone number, address, etc? "Can you give that? Yeah, sure, bud.” Give me a couple of seconds, hold on". He had me on hold. “Yo! I got your girl's information! But bro, she's the chief daughter here. You sure you want to fuck with her? I am getting upset. “Yes, I do have her information. I said with a growl. "Oh, okay, take it easy, bro! he said. I rolled my eyes. "Okay, Cherry Stephens, 18, just turned, she has a twin, her sister, Sherry, pregnant by Derrick Jefferson Wade's cousin. Cherry she lives on 415 Front Street, 5 minutes away from the school. Her phone is…

I don’t need any woman to beg for me to have a good day, I need a man who’ll be my meat. Practicing for years to master the art of being a good siren can be a long and hard way. However, the hard work is paid now Lav. I walked with passion in the middle of the crowd with a harmonious face. Before going in the elevator I wait for a fewer group to be with me. They are all staring at me, this is not a new situation. “Madam, is it okay to ask?” I tilted my head and looked at the kid who asked. A cute miniature.

Mama is so happy that finally Irawan has found the girl he will invite to the wedding. Sazkia looked at Murni and Amanda alternately. She was still quietly observing the situation she was in. Amanda, who saw that her daughter did not answer Murni's questions, immediately nudged Sazkia. "Aunty Murni ask you, honey" "Y-Yes, Mom? I’m sorry Aunty, my name is Sazkia "

Then, she got down on her hands and knees and shoved them one by one through the crack of my door, trying to cover up the smell of death. The white mothballs rolled into the room and stopped beside my corpse. "Mom, that's not the smell of garbage. That's the smell of your daughter rotting." Did she not suspect anything at all? If she just opened the door and looked, just once, she would finally see. However, she did not. Mom dusted off her hands, looking pleased with herself. Just then, the delivery guy downstairs shouted up, "Layla! You've got mail!" Mom went down to get it and came back with a thick envelope stamped with the City Culinary Association’s logo.

They were all written in a poetic way with perfume references. ‘When you said I was your favorite scent, was that also a lie?’ ‘You said I reminded you of blooming lilies and daisies during spring . You said you found me intoxicatingly beautiful. You said a lot of things. You promised.’ This one was lengthier, but it also had no signature or initials. It felt like I was intruding on a private moment between old lovers. My cheeks instantly turn red at the thought. Did grandmother have an old lover? Were they letters from my grandfather?

Gathering what air she could from the water, made her breathe in shallow gasps. Already depleted, she offered little resistance as they brought the heavy silver link towards her. The Seringue. Miernephen, the Forest Spriggan, didn’t know of the Seringue. It was forbidden by the Green King. Because of its power to control the will of others. So, she’d never heard of it. Never known the brutality of its magic.