Bad Apple Novels & Stories

They laughed in amazement. Blake turned back to the tree, reaching up and carefully picking an apple himself. Scarlet bit into hers. It was the biggest apple she’d ever had, the size of a grapefruit, and the most crisp, too. It was delicious, and she realized how hungry she was. In no time, she ate nearly half the apple, its juice running down her chin. She suddenly felt self-conscious, wiping her chin with the back of her hand. “Sorry,” she said, her mouth full.

It was a major problem. "Oh, now you're just being stupid! Have you tried making apple-apricot pie before?! It's the best!" "That combination is so ridiculous! And green apples are better!!!" "Just because you don't like it doesn't make it ridiculous! And red apples are better!!!" Apple screamed, pulling at her hair. I rolled my eyes and averted them to my targets. Apple's adorable daughter and Eros, who she stole from my future daughter. She was a replica of Earnest but with her mother's pink hair and eyes, and her parents' chirpy personalities. Well, I couldn't change what had happened. I already lost Eros to her.

"No. Her best friend didn't tell Harper I was out today. She was very surprised when she received my visit.” "Did Harper open the door straight away?" "What's wrong Brielle? You seem worried about it.” Alex casually looked at Brielle's face and put another piece of apple pie into his mouth. The movements in his jaw seemed to be so regular every time he chewed the cake which consisted of pastry crust and apple filling whose taste was dominated by the warm cinnamon taste. The taste reminded him of December as well as Christmas. “Harper must have been surprised. She was so shocked after that day.”

Marcus's face darkened, feeling somewhat uneasy. Phyllis looked at Mr. Marcus, hesitated for a moment, and calmly said, "Sapote, also known as the fruit of desire. In other words, it's a love fruit that can stir up desires in people. Do you understand?" "Damn, what kind of weird stuff is this?" Mr. Marcus couldn't help but curse. This was too eerie. No wonder there was a sickeningly sweet smell to it.

Aditi said in a sarcastic tone and Maurvi raised her eyebrow at her and then smiled. " Aww. I know the nutritive value of almost each and every food item. I think Apple is just overrated. There are many other food items that are as good as apples. If you want I can give you a detailed account of all of them. But right now I am here to enjoy the engagement ceremony of our dear friends. And... yes, I have heard about the saying - An apple a day keeps the doctor away. But I will tell you the extended version. It goes like this...

"An apple a day keeps the doctor away." Rolling my eyes, I took the apple from him and took a bite. Maybe it kept the doctor away, but did it keep the dangerous pervert at bay? The answer was no. It only excited him, and I found myself growing excited in response to that. Uh oh, it seemed that I may be falling under this irritating fella's spell.

As time passed, a single apple began to form at the apex of the plant, growing steadily larger until it reached a perfect, ripe state. The apple was a vibrant shade of crimson with smooth, unblemished skin. Zedekiel was quie surprised for he thought Ron said he didn’t know any magic. He watched as Ron gently plucked the apple and took one large bite. His face soured immediately but because he was hungry, he forced himself to chew and swallow. Mealda noticed that Ron was unhappy and stretched out a vine, as if to ask him what was wrong.

I walked over to where Agatha was now chatting with him. She was laughing about drinks with the guy who’d been staring at me like I was his next game. “Here, take this,” Agatha said, handing me a glass. I eyed it warily. “Hmm… I’m not interested. You know I don’t drink.” “We were just arguing about what it tastes like,” the guy said, casually confident. “Try it and settle the score.” I sighed. “Fine. Just one sip.” The second the liquid hit my tongue, I gagged and spat it out. “Ugh! it tastes like spirit,” I said, scrunching my nose.

The Air smelled like earth and apples and autumn, and the low sun was painting everything in this gorgeous golden light that made even the fucking grass look magical. The first row of apple trees appeared, branches heavy with fruit, and Miles consulted the map Patricia had given us. "Okay, so... according to this light guy here, these are the Honeycrisp. Apparently they're the best for eating. It says 'fresh super crisp, sweet-tart balance,' alli of that." He reached up and plucked an apple from a low-hanging branch, examining it. "See? You want to look for ones that are fully colored, no green, and twist them gently. If they come off easily, they're ripe."

Across the marble island, Olivia reached for a red onion, the sharp scent filling the space as she resumed the rhythmic snick-snick of her blade. He reached up to a high cupboard where Isabella usually shoved the dry goods and tugged the handle, but the contents had clearly been packed with Izzy’s trademark lack of organizational skills. The moment the door swung open, a literal landslide of cardboard occurred. Two oversized boxes of granola came tumbling out in a blur of yellow and blue, bouncing off his forehead with a dull thwack before hitting the counter. “Fucking hell,” he spat, the frustration in him finally boiling over into a muffled snarl. He swiped a hand over his face, looking ut