Annoying Orange X Pear Novels & Stories

He inhaled and made his rumbly idling noise. “Why are you idling now?” I wondered. “You smell happy, and it’s a damn good scent. The citrus grows into a delicious orange smell, and the leather fades a little.” My eyebrows lifted. “I smell like oranges and leather to you?” “Citrus and leather. When you’re angry, it’s more lemony. When you’re aroused, it’s a solid hit of grapefruit.” “Well, I guess there are worse things I could smell like,” I reasoned.

she exclaimed. “They are,” I agreed, plucking one and sniffing it. “And they smell amazing.” Lily took a deep whiff and grinned. “Mmm! Can we eat one now?” I nodded, using my nails to break the skin before handing it to her. She took a big bite, juice dribbling down her chin. “Mmm! So sweet!” I laughed, wiping her chin. “Alright, let’s pick more before the birds get to them.” We moved from the mango tree to the guava trees, then to the orange grove. The oranges were bright and firm, and when I split one open, the citrusy scent filled the air.

Seeing that her mommy ate so well, Demarion did not doubt her and put the orange in his mouth. After a while, he frowned. Eliza almost laughed when she saw his expression. She lifted the corner of her mouth and put it down again. "What's wrong?" Demarion spat the orange into the trash can and put on a painful expression. "So sour."

Cora said, then hurried off. I went to the top floor alone. The moment I pushed open the office door, I spotted a bag of oranges sitting on the desk. They were golden-orange and flawless in appearance, each one individually wrapped. One glance was enough to tell that they were expensive. Just as I reached out to take one, the floating comments instantly exploded through the air. "Back off, Allen! The male lead bought these for Cora—they're ten dollars each!" "The male lead normally only ever eats cheap food himself, yet he bought such expensive oranges for Cora. He really does love her."

Returning my attention to the breakfast spread, my eyes scanned the vibrant array of fruits before I landed on some juicy-looking orange slices. “Oh, oranges!” I exclaimed, reaching for one. “I love these. They remind me of home.” Chris chuckled. “Ava is an orange fiend. Careful, she might eat that whole bowl.” Patricia’s eyes lit up slightly. “I love oranges, too. They’re my favorite. The scent alone is always enough to brighten my mood.” As we chatted about oranges, I noticed Chris watching us with a small smile. Even Bernard seemed to be listening, although he pretended to be focused on his newspaper. Clara sipped her coffee, her eyes sparkling again.

' He thought fondly. Finally, he found a decent cart and started to gather the items on the list all over again. For some reason unbeknownst to even himself, he put a ten pound sack of oranges in the cart next to the mangoes. Perhaps he wanted to prove a point or piss Dillon off. Who knew? Well, at least they were on sale. They could make orange juice or something. He chuckled to himself when he saw mint in Alton Brown's recipe. Dillon despised mint in his food. 'I don't want mint in anything aside from toothpaste, floss, and mouthwash. I don't want my food to remind me of the dentist!' He would say.

Diane said frustratingly. "Haven't you heard what Leanna told us before we came here? Pears are what the white oracles eat. So I'm pretty sure we're going to find one here!" Lyndon told Diane with a glare. I can't believe these two are starting to have their quarrels again. "Guys please just be quite. We're not trying to let them know we're here and run off, aren't we?" I hushed them out. "Sorry Ana, it just that there's some grinch over here!" Diane rolled her eyes at Lyndon.

“Not good. I’m shit at peeling oranges.” “Do you want me to peel yours?” I offer. She pulls her orange away from me, as if she thinks I might tackle her for it. “No way, lady! Hands off1” We both laugh hilariously. “It only works if it’s me who peels it,” she explains.

In the morning, after receiving a few orders from the studio, Hazel took Amy to the nearby supermarket to buy some fruit. Recently, she had a bad appetite, so she wanted to vomit every morning. She needed to eat more fruit to supplement nutrition. When she saw the orange which was newly sold in the market, she was somehow very greedy, and her saliva was almost flowing out. She quickly took a plastic bag to choose. "Haven't you always been afraid of being sour things, sister Yi? This orange skin is cyan, it must be very sour, don't buy it," Amy replied.

"As I said earlier, you did nothing. So, just stop okay." "Okay, sorry. Sorry for bringing this up. I want to do something to make you feel better," I said sincerely and reached out for his hand. "What can I do for you?" Clark took my hand and placed an orange on my palm. "Peel me an orange." "Seriously?! Why do you like oranges so much?" I asked flippantly and chucked the orange at him which he swiftly caught. Clark leaned towards me and murmured, "Oranges are so bright, full of surprises. When you eat it, you realize it's sour, but then suddenly it's sweet, just like you."