The Cherry Fic Phan Novels & Stories

"Finally, I have a chance to spy on the Desmond family. Of course, I'm excited." What did he mean by spying on the Desmond family? If the master were to hear that, he would scold him... "In a while, behave yourself, don't cause any trouble, do you hear me?" Cherry lightly pinched the boy's cheek, her hand shaking when Fiona Forger finally answered the phone... "What's the matter?" Damian Desmond's calm voice came through the phone, and Cherry Desmond mustered up the courage to speak, "Why is Fiona's phone with you?" My mother, Cherry, brought Puddy Forger to Hong Kong to make money. Were they together all the time? This was truly...

when in fact we can burn this forest down into ashes. As soon as I set my foot on the village's gate, Gran, my childhood friend, came running to me. "Sera! The elder Fyre is looking for you." He said. He guided me towards the elder's house but while walking he kept telling about nonsense and when we were near the elder's house, I got irritated and said, "For the record Gran, you are the noisiest man I've ever met." and walked away, leaving him smiling, don't ask me why that's just how he is.

In past years, someone would have started clapping by now. But this year, no one did. Polly Malfoy, a newcomer who had joined three months ago, was the first to lift her head. She said, "Mr. Bassett, I heard that at Midea Tech's annual meeting, everyone got two big boxes of cherries." The room fell abruptly silent. I frowned. "What did you just say?" "Cherries," she repeated, tracing a small circle on the tabletop. "Imported ones. "One box costs seventy or eighty dollars. Two boxes are 160 dollars—and that doesn't even include the extra two months' salary they give."

“Then, let’s go downstairs and get some.” When we got downstairs, Finnian was packing soil around the cherry tree. His expression was cold. The moment he saw me, his eyes lit up. “Diana, look! I found this cherry tree at an orchard. It makes the sweetest fruit. Try one and see if you like it.” He picked a few cherries and shoved them into my hand as a peace offering. He also stuffed a few into Margot’s hand. Margot looked at the cherries in my hand and pouted. Then, she threw the cherries at Finnian.

A small pout slowly formed on Cherry’s lips. "Mummy,” She called and Stacy diverted her attention to Cherry. "Yes, dear. Do you need something?” Stacy asked in concern cause Cherry had a long face. "It's lunch and I haven't eaten anything yet. I'm hungry now, can you prepare something for me to eat?” Cherry requested. "The chef left this morning and I don't think he will return any time soon. I heard that he was leaving for home and his mom was sick,” Cherry sighed once she was done explaining.