Bad Apple Novels & Stories

In their whole lives. “It’s an apple,” Mist told him. “They used to call them Granny Smith apples back in the old days. Since it was named for a woman, we kept it, but now it’s Mother Smith.” She rolled her eyes. Adam sank his teeth into the apple, and the look on his face brought a smile to Rain’s. “Oh, wow. That’s like the best thing I’ve ever had in my mouth,” he said, licking the juice off of the inner part of the fruit before it could drip and be gone to him.

Huxley grunted, everyone turned toward him with a disgusted face. "I didn't expect that to be viral." He said as if we caught him. "Go to the toilet." Eleanor groaned, pushing him out of his seat. "Alright, applebum." He winked. "I told you not to call me applebum!" She snarled. "Why is he calling her applebum?" Matteo, Max and Giovanni father, asked. "Because she has a mark formed like an apple on her butt." Peyton rolled his eyes. "Can we please stop talking about this?!" She said with embarrassment.

Not even the trembling ground was going to keep her from enjoying her delicious snack. She raised the apple to her mouth, but before she could take her first bite, spots of brown decay began to mottle the shiny red skin. She watched in dismay as the bruises spread across the surface of the fruit, until the entire thing became dried and shriveled in her hand. She dropped the rotten apple to ground and quickly wiped her hand on her jean shorts.

She instinctively stiffened, a subconscious reaction of being with a dangerous fellow. She opened the nearest box, and saw something that surprised her. It was actually a box of apples! A box of f*cking apples! “Where did this apples came from?!” Farrah yelled, but Dior didn't seem to understand as he just huffed and turned away. Farrah smiled in happiness, not only because she knew there's a possibility that their love story could have a happy ending but also because she didn't expect to see apples. In the base, apples are just some kind of luxury food. Only those who can afford it can eat it. How could there still be an apple in this ghost town?

Onur-Love wins, and the forbidden apple is sweeter than everything, only we know that because we experienced it. Lenor-Let everyone gets such love.

Amy replied. "Go back and try some. Maybe they will not be that sour." Hazel shrugged. She really wanted to eat that very much. Then they bought some apples and grapes. When she returned to the studio, she cleaned the fruit, took out half of it and gave the rest to the shop assistant. She then ate with Amy and Jacy. Jacy put a piece of orange into his mouth, took a bite and spat it out. "Oh my God! They are so sour." "Not at all. It's delicious." With these words, Hazel gave him a teasing look as she enjoy it very much.

I guess the moon goddess hasn't abandoned us after all. "Oh good good I'm starving" Damian said as we took off towards the tree. The tree also served as a resting place for us both. And the apples where tasty too tasty or I was just too hungry. "Slow down champ you'll choke" "Haha very funny Damian" I rolled my eyes at his lame joke. "The apple is so pretty and sexy ugh...." I bit it happily. "I'm not supposed to worried am I?" Damian raised his brows. "What?" "My girlfriend Is calling an apple sexy.. That's quite crushing my ego and disturbing" I slapped his shoulder "ouch"

I am not going to let a stupid little crush destroy everything I work for by being a distraction. I am so lost in my thoughts that I didn’t hear the voices on the other side of the door. I just open it and was met with a heart-sinking sight. Boobs-for-brains is naked, kneeling in front of Alpha Max, hands on his belt. Alpha Max Is sitting in his chair, he looks like he hasn’t slept but he still looks drop-dead gorgeous. His eyes meet mine and his heavy stare makes me want to melt. I have to stop, what will it take to get over this stupid crush?

Although, if those were her terms of reference, probably she didn’t have much of a future as a food critic. By the time they got to dessert, they were basically dead of indulgence. The caramelized apple tart turned out to be literally a caramelized apple on a pastry base, with ice cream on the side. So that was sort of hilarious. As was the fact that Harper cut into it super carefully, having obviously been scarred for life by the disguised orange experience.

“Ari wants them but I have no idea what they are,” Caddaric said honestly. Casper chuckled slightly but there was a long pause before he began to educate Caddaric. “The ‘Black Diamond’ is a rare apple with a Jet-black hue, taste sweeter than honey from what those who ate it said. For me, I enjoy the crispness unmatched by any other apple. Their exclusivity means they can cost up to $7 and you only find them in Tibet.”