Bad Apple Novels & Stories

"I am just being honest. The apple tree doesn't fit in, it has a creeping mildew and the leaves look unhealthy curled up like that. The apple doesn't even look edible, I bet it's poisonous." He walked away from me, headed towards the tree, plucked an apple and brought it to his nose. "This is outrageous. You call this a garden yet the apple smells malodorous, it definitely isn't palatable. I bet this can kill," then he stretched out the apple to me. "This would pass as a peach rather than an apple. I wonder if you could possibly die by eating it, y'know, since you're an Omega you should be immune to poison."

One of Granny Apple’s more priceless quotes from that night was, “So I am good enough for you to put your dick in, but not good enough to lay next to while you snore?” Albert eventually won that fight, but Granny Apple did not go down peacefully. The next day, Albert discovered that she snuck into his closet and… wait for it… moved his shirts to the bottom rack of his closet and his pants to the top. Albert was so upset that he retaliated by replacing all of Granny Apple’s underwear with red and blue pairs. Not the type to let Albert have the last word, Granny Apple then moved all of the shoes in his closet two inches out of place and put his toothpaste and toothbrush in “incorrect” draw

ARIA POV "Yes!" I answered instantly like I've been waiting for a long time to be asked that, "But especially apple pies. They are the best but surprisingly I hate apple. You know, just the fruit and not a pie." "Hmm yeah, that's kind of weird." "I guess I'm a weirdo."

What ever that is. "That sounds good," we reply and she pauses for a second. "You haven't had it, have you," she asks and we shake our head. "No, I haven't had many sweets. At Alpha training they had cookies. That was a surprise. I ate them everytime we had a meal," we say and she shakes her head in a sad way. "Well be ready. Momma Marsh sent us a Strawberry shortcake. It is delicious. You won't want anything else ever again," Karina says as she takes the last items out of the basket with a determined look on her face.

[Apple] Hazel’s bright expression fades. “I’m sorry you had to go through this, Apple, but I wouldn’t have known how to warn you about this--what’s happened here isn’t typical.” “What do you mean?” I cross my arms, growing angrier by the minute. “You knew what was needed, you even have a recipe! You must have known something…”

“Someone once told me strawberries weren't as sweet as they looked. He didn't like it because of that.” “Your ex-boyfriend…” Alex chirped in. “You meant to say your dad!” Olivia corrected. “I have a new dad. He is nothing but your ex boyfriend to me,” Alex replied. He focused on the pasta as if it was a work of art. I could see the tension building and to cool off things, I… I didn't get to do anything because the next moment, Harper's face had begun to look weird. She was scratching her skin and she looked so uncomfortable. Her face was red.

I admit it, I'm attracted to this woman. “May I know your name, Miss?” I asked seductively. “Apple.” A small grin played on my lips when I heard her name. Apple is my favorite fruit. Starting tonight, I will always remember her every time I eat an apple, which is every day. It will be like I'm eating her too. “Apple. What a beautiful name, just like you. Didn't you say earlier that you might not get to heaven if you’re still a virgin?” She nodded at me while keeping her eyes closed.

This fucking Demigod looked like he had just walked out of a magazine. I had always wondered how he'd look while naked. Sorry, us. And here we were, clothes ripped off and ready for sin. “You'd be my stepsister in a few weeks, don't you care?” I shook my head quickly, almost like cutting him off. “No, I don't.” “This is forbidden.” He pressed a smirk on his lips. He wasn't just interrogating me, he wanted to know the level of my desperation—how eager I was for this. “Rotten Fruit tastes sweetest,” I mentioned, grinning like an idiot. “Soren, now I don't care about fucking taboos.”

“She only eats the flesh from the side of the fruit that gets the most sunlight. Even the slightly sour parts around the seeds have to be carefully and completely removed.” Of course she did. Still the spoiled brat. My jaw clenched. Still making everyone else miserable. The other maid nodded helplessly. “Yesterday she made me throw away an entire basket because one apple had a tiny brown spot. Said even the fruit’s shape can’t have the slightest flaw—anything not perfectly round affects her dining experience.” While my son probably went hungry. “Affects her dining experience,” Alice repeated with disgust. “As if she’s some visiting dignitary instead of someone who should be grateful for what

" When I heard the doctor say that, I went completely quiet. For the sake of a new project, I had been overseas for 39 straight days, working day and night, and I finally made it back in one piece. I never expected that at the celebration dinner, one glass of mango juice from Alan Holt would land me right in a hospital bed. Out of habit, I tapped open my pinned chat, typed two words, and then realized something felt off. Looking closely, I confirmed that it was Alan Holt. He had just changed his profile picture. Now, it was a green mango. While I was staring blankly at the chat window, Alan's call came through. He sounded cold. "I'm already home. Where are you?" I said nothing. Any other tim