The Cherry Fic Novels & Stories

You could have taken a picture and it always would have come out clear. I made fruit trees. I decided to make this one cherry. As the fruit ripened as big as apples on the branches, I remember Cherry from the bar. I remembered everyone. They were weakened because of me. Kezia was going to die. Everything back there was going down all because of me.

As she took his hand in hers, she said. “What?” Christ was stunned! All this time, Cherry had never been this sweet. She would either cry or cry even harder to leave the place with them. “What do you want?” Christ looked at her in shock and asked. Cherry did not know how to answer him, but she knew how to act it all out. She looked at his and pecked on his lips, “Somehow, this is what I want, if you want to give me, then do it!” She said this as she wrapped her hands around his neck and behind his head and kissed him more passionately.

I’d just survived the ‘Public Display of Lip-lock Disaster’, and now I was about to play ‘Guess What the Man Who Could Kill Me in Six Seconds Doesn’t Know About Me’. Knox didn’t even pretend to refuse. He lounged back, one arm draped over the backrest, his gaze fixed on me. “Go ahead, Little Cherry. Make me curious.” He murmured, enough to make it sound like a fuckin’ dare. I shot him a narrow-eyed smile. “Alright. Something you don’t know about me…” I said putting on my best thoughtful face. “Hmm… here is one, when I was twelve, I got chased by a goose for stealing its bread.”

Her expression took on a slightly mischievous quality as she spoke. "Well, it seems I've monopolized enough of your time for today," Cherry said, her voice laced with a hint of mystery. "But before I go, Levi, I think it would be prudent if I had a way to contact you. You know, to call when I’m less busy and all." Levi, caught off guard by Cherry's unexpected request, smiled warmly and reached into his pocket, pulling out a small notepad and a pen. He scribbled his phone number onto a piece of paper and handed it to Cherry, his curiosity piqued by her enigmatic demeanour.

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.”

I passed Polly in the hallway. She was pushing a handcart piled with ten or so boxes, arms trembling. Seeing me, she stopped and lowered her head to let me pass. "Distribution going okay?" I asked. "…So-so," her voice hoarse. I nodded and walked on. After a few steps, I glanced back. She was still there, hands on the cart, shoulders slumped. The snowlight outside cast pale shadows on her face—white, almost bloodless. The next day, my assistant mentioned casually while dropping off documents, "Mr. Bassett… the employees secretly created a group chat. They call it the 'Cherry Victims Alliance.'"

Cherry thought as she hurriedly pulled out her phone and snapped a few pictures of Stefon and Fay. As soon as she had taken the pictures, she sent Francis the pictures. [Let me show you something fascinating, Francis. I think you'll enjoy these] Cherry flashed a sly smile as she studied the photographs and modified text on the screen. She mentally hissed, "Francis will undoubtedly leave the bitch. I will be able to spend time with him in this manner."

Cherry grimaced making fake gagging sounds. "Why?" "Because they have black eyes with long green legs!." Cherry exclaims as if the fruit was a villain. "Black eyes? Long green legs? Are talking about the seed?" "Exactly." "Aargh! Cherry, those things are not legs." Maria buries her face into her palms and rests them on the small counter, Maria felt like knocking herself out with the edge of the kitchen counter if it will recuse her from this madness. Trying to reason with pregnant Cherry is putting her mental state at test.

Cherry exclaimed joyfully. And just like that, the matter was settled. Sophie smiled as she pinched Cherry's chubby cheeks. "Why did I end up with such a little foodie like you? I'm really worried that someone will kidnap you with just a piece of cherry cake in the future." "I'm not that dumb, Mommy. But I do hope someone can kidnap you soon," Cherry replied with a mischievous grin.

Chapter 31 Cherry entered the huge Villa with her suitcase ignoring the greetings of the servant. Her face didn't look so good as it was obvious that she isn't in a happy mood. An Elderly woman who looked well maintained and Young walked into the living room "Cherry" Mrs. Malcolm saw her coming back in with her suitcase just barely a day after leaving to see Damien Malcolm. "Mom" Cherry pouted and looked as of she was going to cry anytime soon. "What is it, Tell mom" Mrs. Malcom went over and hugged her while patting her back slowly.