Ayame Sohma Fruits Basket Novels & Stories

Instead, my eyes landed directly on the large wooden table in the center of the living room. Sitting right there was a silly mountain of fresh berries, sliced melons, and rare honeyed plums—every single one of them my favorite childhood fruits. The basket was huge, wrapped in a simple white silk ribbon without a single card or name attached to it. But the scent of rain and old ash was faintly clinging to the wicker. It was an anonymous order from the royal kitchen, a weak, silent peace offering from a king who didn't know how to use his words.

As she reached the bottom, her eyes caught sight of Mang Lope returning from outside, carrying a basket overflowing with freshly harvested fruits and vegetables. "Good morning, dear," Mang Lope greeted her warmly, his voice carrying that same gentle affection he always had for her. The basket in his arms was brimming with color—ripe mangoes, bananas with their skin still tinged with green, and bright orange papayas, their sweet scent filling the air. Patricia smiled, her heart lifting at the sight of the vibrant produce. "Good morning, Mang Lope. I slept like a baby last night," she admitted, a soft laugh escaping her as she felt the lingering peace of her restful sleep.

Grace replied. "Alone?" "No, with a guard and a driver. She asked me to give this to you." Grace walked toward the counter, picked up a lunch box and handed it to her. Amy collected it and opened the lunch box. There were a couple of sweets, fruits and the main meal was oats pancake with chocolate syrup, some waffles and eggs. Amy was sure Aurora would love them. "Thank you, Grace," Amy smiled at her. Grace nodded and went back to what she had been doing before.

I frowned. “Before you set up an inquiry panel about these fruits, I plucked them from the eastern lake. They are tasty and harmless. The only problem is… they are red.” Baspo handed me some little oval fruits. I scanned the fruits. They were unique. Rich blood red. Shining. Pulpy. Juicy. Fresh. My mouth validated and I licked my lips. I heard Baspo laugh. “What?” I questioned. He shrugged his shoulders and occupied the spot next to me. Baspo stared at my face. I could feel it. I averted my gaze from the red fruit and questioned Baspo with a raised eyebrow.

OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD. Juicy dumped the bundle into the first washer and when her arms were free she covered her face with her hands. 'I AM in a vegetative state. I got hit in the head, I was in a coma and I'm no longer of sound mind and body.' Juicy began to pace. Absently she adjusted her bra. Her left breast felt full and sensitive from Troy's attention. Juicy closed her eyes and covered her breasts with the palms of her hands. But Lordie did he know how to work on some titties, not to mention making her cum like that. What man had ever wanted to kiss her for nearly an hour?

Tiered boxes: tamagoyaki rolled omelet sliced into perfect golden spirals, teriyaki salmon glistening with sauce, onigiri with umeboshi centers, blanched broccoli and carrot flowers, a little compartment of pickled veggies, and fresh strawberries for dessert. She even tucked in two sets of chopsticks and tiny sauce bottles. I sling the bag over my shoulder. **Mia (eyeing it curiously):** “That smells amazing. What is it?” **Haru:** “Homemade bento. Mom made double—said one freshman needs a lot of fuel.” Her ears twitch under the glamour, nose flaring subtly at the scents. **Mia (grinning):** “Your mom is my new favorite person.” We grab chocolate milk from the line (tradition now) and head t

Agawa and Hagihara watching me, hummed their suspicions in unison. It was a lie actually, Amara suggested these things after I told her what each person was like since I didn't know what would be good to get. We sort of got it right, it turns out Hagihara-san liked sweet tea while Agawa was the one who liked coffee. While Akemi...seems to like mango smoothies. I drunk the rest of the orange soda in peace. Though I could feel her glaring at me.

She pressed her lips together and stared down at her plate; Dexter had served her some fresh fruit, dates, figs and succulent slices of melon. She picked up a fork and toyed with a bit of melon. "So I may trust you won’t attempt an escape?" Dexter asked. "Ofcourse" Amyra replied and To her surprise he smiled again, revealing a surprising dimple in one cheek. "I thought you would you would." ‘So, if I’m not foolish enough to try and escape, may I go outside?’ she asked.

00Sally stopped her from handing the fruit to Pine and said, "I'm going to wash and cut it, and then give it to you, sir." 00Ni Ya looked at the Sakyamuni fruit in her hand. It seemed to be eaten directly, and it was not very delicious. So she put the fruit into the bamboo basket and said, "Don't mess with these things in the basket." 00"I know. These people are so large, so there won't be any chaos." Sally said. 00With a smile, Niya crawled into the arms of Dianne. "I picked those especially for you. Try them later, and see if they're sweet or not."

She stopped in front of me and tilted her head up. “Is she awake?” she asked quietly. Her voice was careful, as if she didn’t want to disturb someone who wasn’t even there. “Yes.” Amy looked down at the bowl in her hands, thinking. Then she held it out to me. “Can you give this to her?” Inside were small pieces of cut fruit apples, strawberries, and oranges. I stared at the bowl for a moment before taking it from her. “Thank you ” I said. “That’s okay,” Amy replied