Avocat Novels & Stories

Oh my goodness, my favourite drink and pizza! Immediately Drix dropped me on the sofa, I bounced to my feet and poked my fingers into the guacamole and avocado salsa and tasted them. Delicious! I grabbed the champagne bottle and looked at the name: NV Doyard La Libertine Doux. I'd never tasted it but it was my ex-luna's favourite. "I hope you don't mind the two dips. I didn't know what to make so I made them both," I gave him a happy thumbs up and he chuckled.

Something I didn’t have the luxury to analyze right now. The Sopor Veritas. The name echoed in my mind, as it had for months since I first discovered its properties. A rare plant, capable of unlocking the deepest recesses of the mind, of amplifying one’s abilities to unimaginable heights. But it was volatile, dangerous. And yet, that danger was what made it so appealing. What was power without risk?

he said, his voice brimming with mischief. **** "Okay, it's something hairy at the beginning and smooth in the middle... a Barbie head?" I guessed, my blindfold firmly in place. Abhi snorted, clearly trying to hold back laughter. "Ava, you do realize it's a vegetable, right?" "What? That's exactly what it feels like—a tiny head!" I exclaimed, pulling the blindfold off. My eyes landed on the culprit. "What? A beetroot shouldn't feel like that!" I protested, and he laughed outright.

Clara waited for him to say more, but he remained silent. " Oh, that's nice.” He spoke in a dull voice, is that all, just drawing? She thought, with him, she would have to ask in the right way, and just as she was about to do so, they came to the leafy trees. " Look, it's an avocado tree! And it's loaded with avocados! She stood under the tree looking at how loaded with fruit it was. " What did she want it to be loaded with, if it's an avocado tree? " Octavio looked at her without understanding.

the other man signed back, totally unbothered. Focused on his plate, he didn’t even pretend to notice the middle finger the black-haired guy flashed him. A little giggle slipped from my lips, and I caught the attention of those midnight eyes. For the first time, I saw doubt crack through his mask, and I thought: this is my moment. “Egg whites. Just whites... no yolk, no butter, nothing. And that sourdough... dry. ‘Avocado toast,’ they call it, like that name’s supposed to make it less sad.”

Inside are three ripe avocado pears. “They just arrived at the border. I went to get them for you.” Then he turns and storms out.

“Good morning sunshine “, Lucia said, hopping towards Roberta as soon as she walked in. I felt a cold run down my spine as her words made me remember the card that was attached to her flowers. I couldn't take my eyes off Roberta the whole time she ate breakfast. She was so fucking beautiful. I watched her from how she held a slice of bread in her soft, tiny palm to how she spread jam on it. Her lips looked succulent and delicious as she chewed on the bread in her mouth. She had accidentally smeared some jam on her index finger and I watched as the world seemed to move in slow motion while she licked it off. The sight was orgasmic.

I replied. "Wow, what amazing advice, thank you," She said sarcastically but still did as I said. I sat my ass on a different table from Ivan and his wife, His wife back faced me and I was met with a pair of dark eyes. Ivan looked around forty, he had black hair with streaks of grey peeking through, and he had a neck tattoo of a snake just below his ear. I bit my lip at him while he still remained in conversation with his wife.

“Medium?—” “Large.” She sighs. “Large Açai-cado Avalanche.” “With a VitaPack,” I order the cashier. “Add the prenatal mix as well.” Daphne sucks in a deep breath. I’m pushing her buttons. Good. I’d rather that than the stunned, terrified silence she’s been stuck in.

VVVVV “Give me a shot” a woman said sliding onto the stool beside Takashi. The bartender turned and got to work. “I haven’t seen you around before. Who are you?” the woman asked like she couldn’t care less. Geiru did say to introduce himself. “Takashi Fujiwara”. He felt the change of atmosphere, like everyone stopped what they were doing, but he knew it was only in his head. “Any relation to Dai Fujiwara?” she asked looking interested.