Apple Bloom Cute Novels & Stories

] BaoBao announced cheerfully, while the group resumed their trek up the hill. /I don’t think that’s all too./ [The trees? Could the grass really be...?] /I’ve exposed this much grass. It’ll be clear later. Now, who do you think will be the one who- Oh./ When Angie looked up, Amelia was already pointing at one of the several bright red balls hanging off the tree. /I knew it. Brandon’s not going to like the rest of the trip./ “Is that…?” Jeffery said a little breathlessly. “An apple…?” Her mother added on.

To see the legendary fruit right in front of him caused an enraptured and relieved smile to form on his lips. “You’re saved, Faye,” he cooed, his grin blossoming into one that echoed a mirthful child’s. He watched as the flowers and greenery surrounding the fruit withered and shriveled, until all there was left was the Ambrosia Fruit and its odd, colorful resplendence. It glimmered and dazzled in glorious radiance, puzzling its onlookers with the nagging feeling that it was more than just a fruit and more of an actual, sapient lifeform.

The most beautiful smell of honey and peaches invading all of my senses. Gripping me in every way Mate! Mate! Get mate! I felt my eyes shifting darker, I could smell her, and when I looked further up the staircase I could see her. My little mate. Blossom's POV "Come on we'll be late!" Quinn practically screamed at me "Why do you even care? You already have a mate... what are you getting out of tonight?" I asked as I pinned my hair up in the mirror. She was sat on the bed, putting her blue heels on, her white dress flowing over the edge of the covers.

Alex POV I cried and cried non stop till my eyes were all red and swollen. I had gone to my safe haven which was a small beautiful garden deep into the vastness of the hundreds of apple trees orchids planted. No one comes here since I had instructed them not to. I come here only whenever I am feeling down. The reason was this place seems to brighten up my mood, make me happy and yet the scents of the bright flowers and the comforting sunlight is doing nothing to brighten up the dark storm over my heart.

Not taking off the apron, Freya hurried outside to welcome Dominic, only to find him leaning against a tree as he waited for her. Thick branches of leaves filtered a sheet of sunlight that shone against his features. It had the effect of casting a dreamy halo over him, and just the sight of him alone was enough to stir something deep inside Freya. She felt her heart come to a sudden stop before it kicked into a rapid rhythm again. When she realized how she felt about Dominic, she began to blush.

“He’s so cute.” ​It was all there. The first photo showed Amal in the onesie Arabella had stitched by hand—a labor of love from a woman who had once never touched a sewing needle. In the next shot, the baby was beaming a gummy, toothless smile at the camera. In the one after that, he was in the middle of a full-blown, scrunched-face cry.

Gabby let out a long sigh hard enough to move the little bangs on her forehead, then rested her chin in her hand, her pink glitter crown still perched on hair Kendra hadn’t had a chance to brush yet. Today she was wearing a pale yellow cotton dress with a white cardigan she had deliberately buttoned only once because, according to her, “two buttons looks poor.” Across from her, Al was dropping blueberries into his oatmeal one at a time like he was planting land mines. “Vineyard is better,” he said without looking at his sister. “Grapes have real job.” Gabby immediately straightened. “Rose has job.” “No.” “Yes. They’re pretty.” “That’s not job.”

"No, I didn't. It's just that I feel-" "You're very skillful and cunning?" "Not really." Rose noticed the slight twitch of narrowed eyes amidst the small snickers. "You're always sneaky about everything." She said when the voice stopped. "If that's what you think... I won't argue. Now we're here." The grip on her body weakened. Rose spontaneously broke away and stood on the ground, watching the wild apple trees filled with shrubs shaded by overhanging branches. The fruit was plentiful, some of it perfectly ripe-red, the rest still quite green and not a few were even small.

Aunt LIL asked me "Her fur is all-white with black around the ears and green eyes. She is beautiful and different. I have never seen a wolf like her," I said "What do you mean?" Aunt Lil asked "Her wolf's fur has a five-star pentagram symbol on her right cheek that is gold," I said "That is weird; I have never seen a wolf with a witch symbol on them." Aunt Lil said "Is something wrong with me?" Rose asked worriedly "Of course not, Flower. It is just different," I said reassuringly.

I growled. Apple tilted her head like a confused person and the sight was cute. Then she smiled. Her smile was so dazzling that the anger I was feeling was replaced with a light, fuzzy feeling. I placed my hand on my chest and sighed. I remembered in the book that Apple's smile and eyes had a sweet touch as the fairies called it. She could make anyone less angry or moody with those weapons.