Ms. Cherry and Mr. Superman - ♥ C and Lizzy ♥ - Wattpad

Ms. Cherry and Mr. Superman

PieWithWinchesters

Reads 183
Votes 3
Parts 9
Time 1h 18m

Reads 183
Votes 3
Parts 9
Time 1h 18m

PieWithWinchesters

draft grace james romance stuff

"I'll probably ask you again when you're not drunk. I'll ask you over and over and nag you, and you still probably won't tell me. You'd probably tell me now because you're a drunk idiot, which is totally not fair of me, so no. We'll do this tomorrow, okay?" I nodded, trying my best to look like I was completely and utterly confused by his explanation, but I was glowing inside. The fact that he said all that and actually meant it... It just made me really happy.All Rights Reserved

draft grace james romance stuff

Table of contents

9 parts

Sign up to add Ms. Cherry and Mr. Superman to your library and receive updates

or

Content Guidelines

You may also like

The Solitary Mate by JBMadison

Ranked #22 in Isolation 07/25/2023 "I'm not mate material. You're better off without me." My heart clenched at his words and my wolf whined internally. "I, James, reject you, Grace, as my ma-" I lunged across the counter quickly placing my hand over his mouth. My other hand shot to the table to stabilize myself and I hissed loudly as I dumbly slammed it down on his knife. I could feel it biting into my palm slicing the flesh but I dared not move in fear that he would finish his sentence. "Please don't do that to me." I pleaded as my eyes began to well with unshed tears. He attempted to lean back out of my hold but I only moved with him crawling fully onto the counter hovering above him, one hand still firmly pressed to his mouth. I could feel pleasant tingles surging through my palm and I wondered briefly what it would feel like to be kissed by him. He moved back again and when I tried to move with him this time I successfully slipped off the counter losing my grip on his mouth. His arms reached out pulling me to his form rather than the ground and I clutched onto his top as sparks danced on my skin everywhere we made contact. I couldn't help my instincts as I breathed in his scent feeling my muscles relax and my head go light. "You're an idiot to be begging for someone you don't even know." He looked at my bloody palm that now gripped his grey shirt properly staining it. I released my hold on him trying not to cringe at the pain in my palm but I was never good at hiding my emotions. "Idiot." He stated again staring at me.

Best of Friends by sellaturcica

""Kitten, you're worried about something, and you cannae lie. You're picking at your hands and looking around to clean up my room. Unlucky for you, my room is very clean," he said, "Now what are you worrying about so much?" I stopped picking at my cuticles. It was kind of weird that he could see me doing something and read me like a book before I could even realize I was doing it. I felt my heart pound in my chest. "Well, it's just this whole pretending to date you thing," I shrugged, "How far do we have to take it? Do we have to do it in front of our friends? Do we have to do it in public because obviously we ran into Olivia today and we weren't planning on it. Oh shit, what if she sees you with another girl? I mean, what would happen then? What if she sees me talking to another guy? How long is this going to go on? What if we have to kiss in front of Olivia? I mean, it's not that I don't want to kiss you but--" I rambled on nervously. Iain smirked and walked towards me, and the next thing I knew, his lips were on mine, and we were kissing." When Kit's older brother, Ben, finally makes it with the girl he's been crushing on for four years, only to find out she's wary of family, he lies and calls his baby sister his best friend's girlfriend, turning everyone's life upside down. While Kit's struggling with the impending doom of college and parents that could divorce at any second, she's also juggling a fake relationship with her brother's hot best friend, Iain. As if that weren't complicated enough, a chemistry sparks between Iain, igniting flames and destroying the crumbling world around them. RATED M for drug and alcohol use and sexual themes

Drake's Kitten (completed) by Yellow1017

He once told me no one knows the real him.I didn't think he meant it, and not in a good way. He is a straight A student, and everyone knows it, not to mention he is on the swim team. All that though isn't the real him, the real him hides deep within himself. ---------- "Can you please tell me what that was?" I nearly shout at him. All I get is silence. He keeps his back to me. "Please, I need some explanation." I beg. I stay still as he stops dead in his tracks. His body is tense and it's scarring me. He turns around slowly to face me with his hands at his sides. His eyes meet mine, but there is no spark of any emotion in them. They are cold and dark making me look away not being able to hold his deadly stare. I feel uneasy under his gaze, and i feel his eyes burning a hole in the side of my face. "No, I won't explain because it's not important." He says in a low, almost, growl. I flinch and look back into his eyes. I feel hurt by his words and I don't know why, but I know he sees it in my eyes. His faces flashes with regret but it's quickly covered up with his faces going back to it's hard cold look. I feel my heart stop and my face go pale. His look terrified me making me hold my breath. "Breath." He orders. I start to breathe again and just blink at him. "Now go." He orders me again. I flinch involuntarily at his tone and jump back slightly. "Please don't let me walk home alone." I beg in a quiet voice, looking down at my feet. The next thing I see are his black combat boots right in front of my shoes. I look up into his eyes and he looks down into mine confusion written all over his face. "How come you aren't running yet?" He questions searching my eyes. "I just can't walk home alone, please I'm scared." I hear him chuckle. "You aren't afraid of me? What can possibly be scarier than me?" He asks. "Well, I know you will keep me safe." "Why is that?" He questions raising an eyebrow at me. "You haven't hurt me." "Yet." He mutters, but I roll my eyes.

Hello August, Please Be Good To Me by mynameisdeviblaire

I look out into the parking lot and squint to make sure I'm not going crazy. Walking up with a bouquet of flowers is Justin. He's wearing a muscle tee, and my eyes settle on the part of his tattoo that's not covered up by the plastic holding the flowers. When he reaches me, I feel my face heat up and before I can say anything, he hands me the yellow roses. "I think we need a do over, and I'm not letting you go. But um...here's to friendship until then. If you'll accept." He looks so flustered and unsure of himself as I eye the flowers but don't take them immediately. It takes a long time for me to both find my voice and lose my pride. Finally I do something neither of us expect, and hug him by his neck. "Okay," I whisper, and don't let go.

Love Separated by The Atlantic by Strale26

This story is a sequel to 'That One Flight', I recommend you read that story first (if you haven't) just for the story to make more sense :) *This book has some explicit content* *UNDER REVISION* BOOK TWO from the 'O'Neill Series'. *PREVIOUSLY NAMED 'LOVE IN BELGRADE'.* *EXTRACT FROM THE STORY* "Umm, hi James, Ana here... in case if this phone number does not seem familiar to you. I just wanted to see how you are... umm... so... how are you?... I'm good if that is what you were going to ask me..." I pause before letting out a sigh. "But not as good as when I am with you..." I say, not believing how freely I just said that. "I... I miss you... very much... I can't help but wonder if you feel the same about me... if you miss me too...". Then my mind goes blank. "I... I..." I begin, searching for a topic. "I hope you have a good stay in Belgrade... I guess me wishing that I could see you again would be a bit too much of a wish..." I end my words with a giggle. I find myself, once again, walking around my living room. "Anyways, that is all that I wanted to say. I wanted to see how you are and if everything is okay. I also read that letter... you have a really beautiful way with words..." I say. "But how do you know I don't like being woken up?... Actually, I don't think anybody likes being woken up, so scrap that question..." I giggle, but then I shake my head. I am taking too long. "Sorry, this message must be very long by now, so I am going to finish now... I just... I really want to see you in person again..." I then once again pause as I look down at my legs that rub my carpet. "Anyways... that is all I have to say... see you- I mean, probably not really, but I am hoping I'll get to see you, you know...". A sigh escapes my lips. "Bye..." I say before distancing my phone from my ear and press the red button.

Loving Hate by getaway004

*Story about a trio* # When the enemies during their college days meet again after 7 years... @ When the couple of the group have problems after getting engaged... $ When the tech nerd and ferocious businesswomen form a platonic relationship, will it stay platonic till the end?... ****** # "Always a Ms. Goody two shoes?", He smirked, mocking me. "Atleast it's better than a Mr. Broken Brain?", I said while sipping my champagne and locked my gaze with his. "Careful there, you might regret it later.", he said more like growled in anger having a dangerous glint in his eyes. I chuckled,"We'll see." =×= "I hate you, I wish I never met you. Your presence in my life has only made it terrible.", He said furiously. "Oh the feeling is mutual, hope we never ever meet again.", I said, turned around and left. ****** @ "We've been together for so long, what's going wrong now?", I whispered. "Maybe that's the problem, I think we need some time apart.", She said and I broke, my world shattered. "Please no", I said while trying to control myself. ****** $ "I thought you were a nerd, I didn't take you to be this type.", I said while gulping down my drink. He leaned towards me and whispered," Don't judge a book by its cover, looks can be deceiving sweetheart." And he left again towards the dance floor. ******

The girl beneath the bruises by kindaextraordinary

Ashley is basically the Queen of Nerds at her stereo-type filled high school, and being abused at home doesn't really help. But what happens when the most popular boy at school sees her bruises? ______________ "Here let me help." It was Jason. He was in the girls bathroom, the girls bathroom. "That's ok." I mumbled turning away. The bruise was starting to show. "No I insist." He grabbed my arm and turned me around. I winced and looked up at him. He started to dab like I was doing, then he started to rub. He stared at my arm intently. "Is that a bruise?" He asked looking at me then the bruise and back and forth. "Yeah, I, um fell off my um...bike! Yeah my bike!" I said. He rolled his eyes and let go of my arm. "Well whatever just get that checked out." He said smiling. "Why do you care?" I asked. "Because I'm trying to be nice," Then he mumbled, "It's not like you have friends anyway." "Hey! That's not nice." I said furrowing my eyebrows. He held up his hands in a no offense motion. "I'm just saying you could use some friends." He said. -------------- Cover by @QueenCourtneyLynn

I Almost Forgot Him by Jexxyh

My breathing was ragged, and my heart pounded wildly, a mixture of anger, confusion, and hurt churning inside me. "I didn't kiss her. She kissed me." A sarcastic laugh escaped me. "How nice for you! You don't even have to chase after women; they just throw themselves at you. Why don't you stay with her, then? Leave me alone!" "I like bothering you," he replied calmly, his voice infuriatingly smooth. "I like it when act like this. Feisty and hot." He sat on the edge of the bed, watching me. I paused, his words striking a chord. "Shut up!!" I snapped, trying to convince myself as much as him. He sighed, his gaze softening. "Stop being mad. I didn't kiss her." "Oh, but you flirted with her, right? Just like you flirted with me? Is that your game? Getting under my skin until you're bored?" I rolled my eyes, feeling the irritation and hurt I'd buried begin to rise again. He reached for me, but I shoved him back just enough to see his face. His eyes held mine as he sighed again. "No." "What then? Am I not enough of a challenge for you anymore? Is that why you keep another girl around?" [Twelve years ago, she crashed her dad's car while trying to escape, nearly killing the love of her life in the process. Since then, a part of her has been lost. She promised herself that if they ever met again, she would never do anything to hurt him again even if that means, she has to pretend to be nobody in his life. But what if, despite her every attempt to push him away, he continually breaks down her walls? What if those very walls she built are what's keeping him alive? What if she makes a mistake once more, putting his life in danger? What if...]

Your Hand In Mine by leonie_lalive

"Do you love him?" I asked her. For a long time I thought she wouldn't answer, but then she looked at our hands and said: "If you had asked me two days ago, I would have said yes. But now I'm not sure I know what love is anymore."

You may also like

Slide 1 of 9

The Solitary Mate cover

Best of Friends cover

Drake's Kitten (completed) cover

Hello August, Please Be Good To Me cover

Love Separated by The Atlantic cover

Loving Hate cover

The girl beneath the bruises cover

I Almost Forgot Him cover

Your Hand In Mine cover

The Solitary Mate

Ranked #22 in Isolation 07/25/2023 "I'm not mate material. You're better off without me." My heart clenched at his words and my wolf whined internally. "I, James, reject you, Grace, as my ma-" I lunged across the counter quickly placing my hand over his mouth. My other hand shot to the table to stabilize myself and I hissed loudly as I dumbly slammed it down on his knife. I could feel it biting into my palm slicing the flesh but I dared not move in fear that he would finish his sentence. "Please don't do that to me." I pleaded as my eyes began to well with unshed tears. He attempted to lean back out of my hold but I only moved with him crawling fully onto the counter hovering above him, one hand still firmly pressed to his mouth. I could feel pleasant tingles surging through my palm and I wondered briefly what it would feel like to be kissed by him. He moved back again and when I tried to move with him this time I successfully slipped off the counter losing my grip on his mouth. His arms reached out pulling me to his form rather than the ground and I clutched onto his top as sparks danced on my skin everywhere we made contact. I couldn't help my instincts as I breathed in his scent feeling my muscles relax and my head go light. "You're an idiot to be begging for someone you don't even know." He looked at my bloody palm that now gripped his grey shirt properly staining it. I released my hold on him trying not to cringe at the pain in my palm but I was never good at hiding my emotions. "Idiot." He stated again staring at me.