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.”

After handing it to Romeo who was standing very still at the corner of the room, I brought out the chair that had been set out for me. “Sehen Sie, wenn es eine Sache gibt, die mir an diesem Ding in meiner Hand gefällt, dann ist es dies.” (You see, if there's one thing I like about this thing in my hand, it's this.” I raised my hand high in the air, and came down hard with force, striking the chair with all my might and making sure that the spikes got embedded deep into the wood and then ripped it out carelessly. Pieces and splinters scattered everywhere as I ripped it out of the chair and I could see the dress on their faces.

My eyes wanted to pop out, A person like me was laying down beside the flower bed, Covered in mud from the head to toe, I slowly pointed a finger and touched the stranger slightly and flinched, Cripsy started to bark and i motioned at her to keep quiet, I slowly touched the person again but no movement from the person, I quizzed my head forward wondering why the person wouldn't move

"Then when she was getting close, I'd reach between us and start playing with her clit." Gio moved his hand down and started circling Cherry's clit. Never quite touching it but going around and around until she was humping against his hand. He then increased his speed and let his fingers cross her actual clit and she clinched as she exploded in orgasm. "When she started cumming, I'd pop her cherry in the middle of her pleasure."

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.

I only hope that you remember the version of me when I was young and willing to climb the cherry tree to pluck you cherries. I placed the letter into the drawers. I looked up to see Cyrus looking at the cherry tree branch. He said with a little jealousy, "If you like cherries, I'll get the gardener to change all of our roses to cherry trees. We'll have flowers in spring, fruits in summer, wine in autumn, and jam in winter forever." I hugged him and said with a smirk, "Do I hear a pang of jealousy?" Cyrus tapped me on my nose, replying with a smile, "Whose fault is that?"