Apple White From Ever After High Novels & Stories

"I-I've been wild with worry! I kept—I kept sneaking in to make sure you were breathing!" "A day and a night?" I sat, my mind reeling. "Yes! And oh, Miss, the pack! It's—it's madness!" She pushed the tray in front of me. It wasn't a tray. It was a feast. A loaf of dark bread. A pot of honey. A slab of butter. Sliced, thick-cut bacon. A wedge of cheese. And a goblet of— "Is that wine?" "No, Miss! It's juice! Apple! Warm! He—the Alpha—he left orders. For your 'nutritional recovery.'"

She opened her mouth to say something else, probably something harsher, but Elena spoke first. “You know, Nathan,” Elena said from her seat across from him, her tone light and conversational like they were sharing a secret, “I’ll tell you something most people don’t know. If you eat your vegetables, you’ll grow taller overnight. And stronger too. That’s how superheroes get their powers.” The room went silent. Alexander’s coffee cup froze halfway to his mouth. Vivian’s jaw clenched so hard her teeth must have ached. Even Mrs. Parker, who’d been clearing dishes from the sideboard, stopped moving.

The intricate wolf designs etched into the dark wood marked it as something special. "A peace offering," he explained, presenting it with both hands. Victoria opened the box with careful fingers, revealing delicate dried leaves nestled in silk. Her eyes widened in genuine surprise. "Alpine Frost Tea," she breathed, clearly impressed. "Where on earth did you find this?" Even I knew the significance of this gift. Alpine Frost Tea was harvested only from the highest mountain peaks during the first full moon of winter. Its rarity made it virtually priceless, even for an Alpha King. Victoria hummed appreciatively, running her fingers over the precious leaves before turning her sharp gaze toward m

' She told herself convincingly before taking a sip from it. Damon watched her closely as she took a sip before he decided to speak. "It's an alcoholic drink mixed with apple extracts," Damon told her. "It has a very unique taste, isn't it?" "Of course," Megan replied, nodding in confirmation. "I love how it tastes." "I'm sure you will, that's why I ask for it and I'm glad you love it," Damon uttered with a small smile on his face. "It use to be my favorite but recently I stop taking it. It feels good taking it with someone again."

"You're feeling better, I see," "Not exactly," he said, switching to a very disturbing flirty innocent smile. "I woke up and suddenly had this strong craving for apples, but no matter how many apples I ate, I couldn't help but feel like it wasn't the apple I craved for. Then I remembered, there's only one apple scent that drives me crazy, the only female who is a living version of Eve's apple. So, here I am, to get a taste of that apple to confirm if it's the same."

The clicking of plates and forks is the only sound. I even hear my gulp when I drink Mary’s Christmas punch. I taste orange, pineapple, and cranberry. The citric taste pinches at my tongue and it feels exquisite. I give Aunt Mary a thumbs up. “It’s alcohol-free but we can have an after-party later, and you can or can not tell me about that girl you like,” she mutters next to me and I shake my head, an unconscious smile playing on my lips.

How I swallowed that cup of cold wine I'd poured myself that night, I remember down to the last detail. Now I returned the taste of being doted on in public while the other is left out in the cold, exactly as it had been served. I could feel that gaze, sliding inch by inch off my hand where it held Rowan's, going cold, then turning to hurt. But he said nothing. He only lifted the cup in front of him and drained it. He took it. On the fifth day, he sent over a full set of rare medicines mixed by a Southern holy healer, the kind made for nursing a damaged wolf.