Bad Apple Novels & Stories

Perhaps he wants to see my body! I scowled. He must've put a hidden camera in it. “Jesus. This phone is useless!” I remarked whilst staring at the phone he gave me. It was the newest release of a well-known smart phone company—Apple, a Pro Max level of the new 17 series. My eyebrows cocked. It might cost me my one whole month salary but totally a pain in the ass. How am I gonna d******d an app on it? It states I need permission!

I tried to dodge, and it's not time for Gerald to know all this. "Until there, it's all rotten." "Ah ... I want apples from Germany." I'm begging. Damn, I got real cravings. After this, I was forced to open the refrigerator to get fresh fruit. "It's about to enter autumn. The tree is dead." "You said a lot of apples." "That's in the summer, dear." "Okay, but Rara wants to eat a real apple." "Just buy it." "Okay." "Don't continue to cry. Please pray and support Gerald, I hope it will finish quickly, and we will come back together."

Emmanuel bought another Bigi Apple from the woman and snatched the almost finished Coke bottle from my hands and placed the Bigi Apple drink on my hands. "On bad days, don't do what you hate most. Look for positive vibes and do what makes you feel good" Emmanuel said with a small smile.

his face become all red. "I knew it..after meeting that Ava my badluck will come..but this much fast....am I not allowed to take break of even one day..for others it is an apple a day keeps doctor away..but for me it is an apple a day .take u to doctor's way..(shouts) am allergic to it " he said all this in one breath...his condition is going bad with every passing minute.. "What..who the hell get allergy from Apple..he is unique " Xavier get more tensed..

Who the real boss is! "How dare you--" "Russian Apple!" "What?!" "Russian Apple!" I repeated. I knew the guy was drunk probably believe what I say, "Have you seen it? It's bluish in color. Have tasted it? It's like blueberry and more round than your ugly a**." He was confused, "Really? Wait, you called my a** ugly aga--" "I got pampers as my 2nd Christmas gift from my parents." "What, lady, are you out of your m--"

"Hello, good morning, I'm Marina, the housekeeper. You must be Isabella; it is so wonderful to meet you." "It's wonderful to meet you too Marina," I walk in and she turns away from the stove. "Do you know where Alpha Tate is?" "Why he's probably off by the borders, there were some problems earlier this morning. And don't worry about calling him Alpha Tate around me, I helped change his diapers when he was a little one." I smile and sit down at the counter. "Do you know when he might be back?"

ask the woman because she still couldn't think of a reason why the man doesn't want to eat an apple. After the man took a bite, a very small bite from the one slice of the apple, he just hold it in his hand while saying, “Done. I just don't like it.” But in that case, the woman was still unconvinced and confused on what he did, “Apple is so good. Is there a person on this Earth who doesn't like to eat apple? I guess none.” Dizen said jokingly, “I guess I'm that person.”

The entire kitchen smells like warm apple pie, and I lick my lips, seeing the vanilla sauce dripping from it. I immediately dig in, stopping to lift a questioning brow at Daria when I notice she isn't eating. "I'm not much for apples and cinnamon these days. I can no longer enjoy the sugary flavor of sweets that I once found addicting," Daria explains to me in a quiet voice. "The chemotherapy seems to have changed my taste buds, which sucks." I give her a pained smile. "I'm so sorry to hear that." "Yeah, it's sad, but at least there is more pie for you."

I smirked, taking one apple from the bowl on the table. “Yes, you did,” she said sadly. “You were like a zombie, Sel,” she kissed my parents, then sat down beside me and took one apple, too. She took a bite of her apple. “I didn’t know we have this,” she said. “When did you buy this?” Her eyes were on Mom. “We did not buy that. Albert brought that today,” She said, glancing at me, then smiling at Dad. “No way! You’re just bluffing?” I said, playing the fruit near my nose. It smells so sweet. I can’t stop smelling it.

There was no other way to explain it. I saw a pome fruit in which the ripened ovary and surrounding tissue are both juicy and delicious, as well as having a red hue. “Apple? Yes, that is an apple.” I took a bite and was pleasantly surprised by the flavor. “Hmm, it’s a touch sour and bitter, but largely sweet, not at all salty, and overall extremely juicy.. Nice one apple..” I took a bite again and began walking in the same direction as when the girl appeared out of nowhere, and I tried to ignore the fact that I was clearly hallucinating. A tiny girl, all alone in the woods? And a lady in green? Or was just I mistaken of my sight? What are the chances of that?