All Fruit Novels & Stories

He opens it up and grabs a small water and some type of fruit out of it before zipping it back up and sitting down between me and the white wolf. I watch as he opens the bottle and takes a drink. He sighs when he is finished and opens the bag of weird fruit. I must have had a weird look on my face because he giggles when he looks over. “It’s dragon fruit. It’s my favorite.” He tells me as he places a piece in his mouth. “The only thing I don’t like is if I eat too much it makes me poop all day. Sometimes it happens because I can’t stop. It’s so good. Do you want to try it?” He asked me while holding a piece out to me. I slowly got up and went to him.

What is a hungry? ‘’Here, pick up some fruit.’’ An object grew out of nowhere, appears like unanimated but the inside of it is life … and in it, small, thin and soft things in strange color grows in size and number. Not fewer than a minute, the entire thing became tall and thick, colorful and lively- as lots of objects in odd shapes called ‘’fruit’’ gives it vibrance. ‘’This is a fruit bearing tree, with this you can ease your growling stomach.’’

He had just unleashed a word flood from Aleena. "It's not just the color, it's the whole orange. The scent, the flavor, the color, the fruit. Who names fruit a color? Who names a color after a fruit! It doesn't make any sense. The juice. Orange juice! There are these little leafy bits that get stuck between my teeth and they make me feel barfy," Aleena rambled on.

"Strawberry." "What?" I asked as I blinked in surprise. He huffed. "Continue the fruit pattern." "Uhm, orange?" I asked, confused. "Apple." "Grape." "Banana." "Mango." "Tomato." I laughed. "Tomatoes aren't fruit." He laughed too. "Well, they aren't really vegetables either." We both laughed for a moment and a wide, genuine smile plastered itself on my face. "Do you feel better now?" he asked, his voice soft.

Everything screamed luxury. When I was finally done, I opened the fridge and gasped at the wide varieties of junk food packed inside. But my eyes only landed on a glass bowl neatly tucked on the middle shelf. Fruit salad. I picked it with all gladness. Inside were bright chunks of watermelon, juicy strawberries, blueberries, and green grapes, with chunks of pineapple, cantaloupe, bananas and apple, lightly coated with chilled syrup. What a colourful world! I smiled, grabbed a plastic spoon, and helped myself to the colorful bowl.

My voice was so calm, it surprised even me. "When I was little, my dad cheated. One day, he brought his mistress home, and she gave me a mango. Back then, I hadn't tasted mangoes much, so I got excited when I saw the fruit. I sat there on the couch, eating it. When my mother came home and saw the mango in my hands, she didn't say a single word…and jumped out the window." Alan's lips parted. His expression shifted from shock to blank silence. I continued, "You said it was just a joke. Maybe for you, it was. But not for me. So can I go now?"

Inside, the hospital room was adorned with an assortment of fruits, pastries, and a large bouquet of flowers. Cole sat beside Phoebe's bed, carefully peeling an apple for her. Phoebe playfully quipped with a smile, "Are you thinking of opening a fruit stall here with such a variety of fruits?" Cole glanced at the fruit box on the nearby coffee table, which held kiwis, apples, strawberries, citrus fruits, bananas, grapes, pears, and even two large watermelons. Each type was neatly arranged in its own box, creating a colorful and striking display.

She knew the man likes to cook . Long Zhan gives two of his baskets to his fiance as his farm already had the vegetables farm and knew his fiance space is a static space . He can see how much she likes the vegetables here. After an hour ,they brought to the fruit orchard . Most of them exclaimed to see the fruit orchard. According to the butler. There are seven types of fruits in the orchards. Each types of fruits is in two hundred metres wide and long lands. So they will spend fifteen to twenty minutes in each land . They are given five baskets to fills the fruits , so the butler ask them to choose properly. The first place is apples , second peach, third grapes , fourth lychee , fifth oran

she asked as she washed her hands in the sink. “I'll have a vegetable sandwich, yogurt, and a glass of milk,” I replied shyly. I wanted to help her prepare my breakfast, but Isabelle was with me, so I could do nothing but watch. I still wasn't used to the idea of having a servant prepare breakfast for me, but Mom and Dad made sure I was well taken care of. “I feel like eating something sweet. I want to have some fruit if we have any.” Grace made her way to the refrigerator and pulled it open, revealing a wide selection of fruits. “We have apples, avocado, apricot, mango, cherry…” And so her list went on and on.

“Caleb!” I jumped up and plucked a fat pear from above. It wasn’t just bearing one type of fruit; there were apples, oranges, plums, lemons, bananas, pineapples, peaches, mangoes, dates, olives – things that didn’t naturally even grow on trees, things that didn’t grow here, didn’t grow in this season, all grew abundant on this tree. And, as soon as I picked the pear, another one grew in its place. My jaw dropped.