Annoying Orange X Pear Novels & Stories

From their Korean lessons, Kate guesses that one means {it’s nothing special}. Now sitting across their usual round table, Nathan says: “I just realized. An orange is a perfect substitute for cake because it has sections. You can peel it and then divide it into slices.” Nathan makes the little-bunny air quotes to stress the last word. It’s a gesture he learned from Kate and looks cute from him because he’s tall like a gentle giant. “It’s perfect,” Kate says as she starts peeling the orange. “But you know what would’ve made it even more perfect?”

He also threw onions from the dish at me. I even grinned when I saw his eyebrows meet. 'It's my time to annoy him.' ◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇ "What's other delicious flavor shakes can you make, Ry?" "Hmm, melon and maybe orange," I answered while washing up the dishes. "Isn't orange a little bit bitter?" "Why is that bitter?" I replied while raising my eyebrows, I even managed to turn to look at him. "The peel is bitter, isn't it?"

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.

“Even my teenage son could write a better poem than this. What a laughable mess.” A woman beside him giggled. “The scribe should be fired for sure.” “It’s surely an embarrassment for the Foxes,” another man snorted. But I froze. Unlike the others, I didn’t think it was a mistake. The House of Fox would never allow such an error in an official announcement. Marcel Fox was far too calculated, and his House was too manipulative to make such a blunder. This was intentional. The “rotting orange”… I recalled how I had once told Jack that I liked oranges because they reminded me of Cole. I had associated him with my cherished fruit.

Jai asked. Alyssa giggled. “It’s not Pearglet, Brother Jai. It’s Pearlet.” “Ah yes, what Pearlet?” Jai asked, smiling. “Sour Pearlet. You may have heard its sweet counterpart, the Honey Pearlet. But this is not the Honey Pearlet. This is the sour one. Honey Pearlet is more yellow in color while this one is orange in color,” Roger answered for him. “Aah… I see. Thank you for the information,” Jai smiled, despite feeling disappointed that it wasn’t the plant he was looking for.

But I already admitted that I was abnormal. So I peeled oranges for her. Everyday I peeled as much as twenty and more, and I would take them to her. I would watch her eat them slowly. Then I would squeeze the rest on her skin and lick it off her, revealing in the taste of orange juice mixed with her sweat. And she would moan loudly when I sucked it off her centre, I had decided that oranges tasted the sweetest on her skin. And nothing made me more fulfilled than watching her on top of me, eating oranges from all the right places.

Annie was slumped on the sofa, mindlessly watching some horrific TV nightmare, something about crazy rich housewives in McMansions who all hated each other. Idly, she noticed they were all very orange. She reached for the carton of ice cream that Jax had brought over the day before, and was shocked to see that it was empty. She’d actually horfed down two entire family-sized tubs of Oreo cookie ice cream in one day, along with far too many Zero Cokes, which made zero sense, now that she stopped and thought about it.

Juicy put her hand on her hips and tapped her foot in annoyance, staring at everyone in the room until they averted their eyes. She continued, despite the fact that she had no one to focus her anger on. "And first of all; those are not from a box or from the corner store. Those are fresh made. Second; fresh blueberries cost good money when people gotta be pigs about things!" Juicy put her hands back into the woman's hair. She pulled the comb through tensely. "So, if you all get hungry then you need to just pack a damn lunch, shit." She mumbled.

he mumbled. “Oh. Oranges can cause insomnia?!” Seeing the peeled orange on the platter, Davi gulped and said while reaching for a piece, “Don’t eat too much… maybe o-one is enough.” Aside from crab, orange was his favorite because orange was one hard fruit to buy when he was still by his father’s side. Liam stared at him and then stared at his feet that were crossed on top of the chair, “feet down.” Today, there was no Niel in the mansion, not even his scent lingers. Obviously, the husband of his did not sleep in the mansion last night.

But today, following Aarav, he found he was looking forward to the break. “Oh, look at the new couple!” Preston said as the boys took their seats one table down from him. “They’re so cute together.” Jeff tensed, and Aarav handed him an orange. “Come on, bud,” he said, stabbing salad with his fork. “Don’t feed the animals.” He nodded for him to eat. Jeff’s fingernail slid beneath the orange peel, and zest misted the air as skin separated from pith. The citrusy smell triggered his sensors, and he dug into the fruit, enjoying the refreshing burst of flavor as it washed over his tongue.