The Cherry Fic Novels & Stories

He’d also been the one to follow my order to invite Cherry back from Berlin to attend my Alpha ceremony. At the thought, I gripped my phone harder. Did this have something to do with Cherry? I watched the three blinking dots for a few more seconds with strained anticipation. I promised Cherry, as her old friend, that I wouldn’t tell you this. But after yesterday and with Cherry gone again, I know I must tell you now. Cherry has a six-year-old daughter, Fern. I met her while I was in Berlin. I think Cherry conceived her while she was still in the pack.

I groaned, pushed her back against the bed, began slamming myself inside her. "Asher," Taryk said in a warning voice behind me. I looked down at Cherry, her eyes were wide. "Okay?" I asked. She nodded. "I wasn't expecting that from you. But yes, I'm okay. I..." she licked her lips. "I liked it. Can you do that some more?" I just about lost it right then and there. With a simple question, she almost unmanned me. "Coming right up, Cherry babe." She lifted her hands to the headboard, braced herself. Looking down the length of our bodies, she looked up at me. Nodded. "Fuck me, Asher," she said as her cheeks blazed pink.

“What's going on here?” Two familiar deep velvet voices spoke from behind her. As soon as Cherry heard their voices, her crying heightened as she wailed exaggeratingly, she walked over to them and clutched their biceps, tears were falling from her smudged face. Claire expected her mates to remove Cherry's hand from their arm, but she was disappointed when they didn't. “I tried to stop her!” Cherry spoke with a high pitched voice. “I was only trying to get to know her, and - and she clutched my neck and tried to kill me!” She said with a fake sniffle.

The air was thick with the scent of sweat and exhaustion. Cherry flopped onto the bench in her oversized hoodie, stretching her arms dramatically. “So Red, huh?” she said, eyes glittering with mischief. “Big, scary, silent type swooping in to save our little Ivy. I think I’m in love.” Ivy, still pulling on her jeans, rolled her eyes. “Cherry, stop.” “Oh, come on,” Cherry whined playfully. “He was like—bam! Creepy guy’s gone. Ivy’s saved. The crowd goes wild. You could’ve kissed him.”

Did Cherry return for Hardy? Then…

Now say something. "Wow." She turned to him with her best smile. "Fancy running into you again." He didn't look up. "Mm." "Must be fate, right?" Nothing. Liora reached for the coffee cup on the armrest between them. Wrapped her fingers around it. Took a sip. It was black. No sugar. Aggressively bitter. She kept her face perfectly still. "Oops." She set it down. "Wrong glass." She pulled her own cup from her bag — still warm, thank goodness — and held it out toward him. "You could have mine. If you want."

It could help me get information later. “He’s a man, and Mari hates men,” Cherry says extravagantly, honey eyes bright, even as Mari kicks her in the shin with her far too expensive shoes. Cherry yelps, slapping her back before tucking her wide brimmed hat more over her head, sulking beneath it. “She would much rather a pretty lady with bright green eyes to occupy her time.” “Shut up Cherry, don’t mention Lillia here,” Mari hisses, before dragging her eyes back to me. "I have my reasons. I try to stay away from him."

"Yet Cherry also carries the seed of the Lycan in her DNA. You and Almera have been called over; I think it’s likely she will be too." "Maybe, and that’s a maybe, and when? In a year? Two, three years? How can she go that long wondering where we’ve gone?" Cherry was the youngest, and the strongest, of all of them. Still, it was agonizing knowing what hell she was going through. "I’m sorry this is happening to her." "It’s not your fault." "If there was something I could do to ease your mind, I would do it." Pearl grinned at him. "Are you thinking you might get lucky again?"

After attending Hector's grandson's milestone celebration, Cherry couldn't shake off her gloomy mood. She decided to have a heart-to-heart with Hector, expressing her desire to find her place in Dawsbury instead of staying at Garrison Villa. Considering the remote location might not align with the preferences of young people who enjoy lively surroundings, Hector agreed to her request. When the time came for Cherry to leave, Liam volunteered to drive her to her new place. The atmosphere in the car mirrored their usual interactions at home—Liam focused on driving, and Cherry occupied the passenger seat, engrossed in scrolling through social media and shopping apps.

"Ewww! That's absolutely disgusting, just the thought of it." Her twin clicked her tongue in annoyance. "Yeah, right. So, leave me the hell alone! We're at a damn party, and we're supposed to have fun. I'm twenty-three, Ixora, not sixteen! You're not my damn mother, for crying out loud!" Cherry fished a cigarette from her bag. "Maybe you should try getting laid too. God knows you need it to get that stick out of your tight ass." She said as she produced her lighter and lit her cigarette.