All Fruit Novels & Stories

he gave me a purple coloured fruit. " Thank you" I said as I ate the fruit, it was cold in my mouth " hmmmm it's delicious" "What's this one called?" I asked " It's called Cula friut" he replied. " I love it, I love them all apart from the red fruit I ate earlier" I said I could still feel the bitter taste on my tongue. Prince Liam laughed holding his stomach. It was the first time he was laughing and he looked more like Master Derek. " The Rodar friut , it's a medicinal friut. We usually give it to people who are in pains or in coma" he said and then something clicked on my mind.

What she didn’t know— was that this small act— would make him far more dangerous tonight. Soon, they arrived at the fruit-gathering area. Clar’s curiosity flared. She wanted to pick everything—but the original owner rarely left the cave. Her memory held almost nothing about these fruits. She looked at Lucas helplessly. “I know the orange one—Luna picked it before. But what’s this red one?” Lucas explained patiently. “The orange one is Sweet Fragrant Fruit. The red one is Sour Fruit.” She picked one and tasted it. Sour— very sour.

With what must be a paling face, I stare up at the nun smoking a cigarette, choking when I realize it's Daria. The billboard says, "Forbidden Fruit Taste The Best," and then it switches to a website where you can read her story. There is a small text about her cancer and that she is finally living her life again, enjoying her forbidden fruit—whatever the fuck that means! "Killian?" Jenny asks, following my gaze to the billboard before turning around and aiming her massive smile my way. "Pretty right? I've already read her story. Her name is Daria, and her forbidden fruit is falling in love despite having cancer. It's so romantic. She is deeply in love with someone she calls Mr. Mysterious, b

There is a table full of food that I didn’t have to pay for or prepare, nor do I have to wash any of the dishes when I’m done. It’s a bit intoxicating. I pour a second cup of the divine coffee from the French press and eye all the dishes on the table attentively. I’ve already had a delectable smoked salmon bagel. Round two is for indulgence, not hunger. The fresh fruit salad, loaded with raspberries, blackberries, blueberries, strawberries, mango and pineapple, is declared the winner. For years fruit salad meant apples, oranges, pears and some grapes. There wasn’t an extra dollar for the fancier fruits.

Marcus's face darkened, feeling somewhat uneasy. Phyllis looked at Mr. Marcus, hesitated for a moment, and calmly said, "Sapote, also known as the fruit of desire. In other words, it's a love fruit that can stir up desires in people. Do you understand?" "Damn, what kind of weird stuff is this?" Mr. Marcus couldn't help but curse. This was too eerie. No wonder there was a sickeningly sweet smell to it.

A happiness that will feel perfect if you are with loved ones. "Don't want Gerald to take him to Germany?" "Ah ... you want that too. Do you have strawberries in Germany?" Stupid Rara, I already know where the cute fruits come from. Lots of free fruit. "A lot. Here the apple tree grows wild." "Ah... I want to eat as much apple as possible." "Yes, we will go to Germany later. Lots of apple trees, so we just don't need to buy them. There are also cherries, colorful plums, grapes, raspberries, blueberries, peaches, and pears. Many more."

I munched the strawberries happily but I could see a look of reluctance fixed on Harper's face. “You don't like strawberries?” I asked shortly. I was being like Harper too, meddling it business that shouldn't be my concern. “No, that's not it… I'm a big fan of strawberries!” Harper replied. She picked one delicately and threw it inside her mouth. She was obviously not munching. “You don't have to eat it if you don't like it, baby,” Olivia seemed to have noticed too. “Someone once told me strawberries weren't as sweet as they looked. He didn't like it because of that.”

Marriane strolled in, wheeling Grandma Hartley. “I brought you some fruits,” Grandma Hartley said, setting a large fruit basket on the bedside table. “Adrian said these were your favorites.” My gaze drifted over the basket, which contained one pear, apples, a banana, an orange, and a bunch of grapes. A slow smile spread across my lips. Adrian probably had no idea what my favorite fruit was. He must have walked into the supermarket and told the staff, "Give me whatever healthy people eat." “Thank you, Grandma.”

Madam Serena giggled and clapped in glee. Darrion looked up to the tree that has fork like leaves and several greenish fruit, also one yellowish orange fruit. He had ever heard of this fruit tree, and he looked at how it looked like from his father’s book before. But he never actually saw it in person. “That’s the Honey Pearlet?” Darrion asked without looking away from the only orange colored fruit in the tree.

Cade pouted at that. He took a seat beside Cade and placed the box of fruits on the table beside us. “I got you some fruits so finish it all.” there were apples, mangoes, pineapple, cherries, and more fruits. I looked at him, “Seriously? I can’t eat all of that, Mr. Warner.” “Great, I will finish all of it.” Cade grabbed an apple to eat. Mr. Warner glared at him and was about to hit Cade but I stopped him. “Let that kid eat.” I heard Cade scoffing at me but continued eating.