Banana God Novels & Stories

Her tone reflected pride in her last statement. As Marius had hoped, we proceeded to the dining room for lunch. The spread on the table was delightful: Paksiw na Bangus, a savory Filipino dish made with milkfish marinated in vinegar, garlic, and spices, creating a delectable balance of sourness and richness. Accompanying it was Tortang Talong, an eggplant omelet, where grilled eggplants are dipped in beaten eggs and then fried to perfection. For dessert, we enjoyed Buko Pandan, a refreshing Filipino delicacy made with young coconut strips mixed with pandan-flavored gelatin, tapioca pearls, and sweetened cream.

Crisanto’s mother presented freshly cooked smelly eggs. “Um. What are these?” Freya asked. “And why do they smell so eggy?” “These are what we call balut,” Crisanto’s mom said. “It’s a fertilized duck! It’s boiled and eaten from the shell with a pinch of salt or a splash of vinegar.” “Fertilized duck?” Freya, Geneva, and Kirk echoed. Kenneth only frowned. “Yes, it’s a famous snack here in the Philippines, and even in other Southeast Asian countries!” Crisanto’s mother winked, adding, “It’s good for honeymooners like you. Here, we call this the ‘Street Viagra,’ known for its aphrodisiac effect.”

People in the province were so kind. In the distance, we heard loud cheering. A grand-looking carabao, dressed in vibrant fabric, was walking slowly down the road. Its owner held it proudly. The carabao looked strong and majestic. The crowd clapped as it passed by. George and Nick were busy taking pictures of us. "Ma’am, banana cue, it’s really good! Please buy some! We also have suman, sapin-sapin, and pancit palabok!" “Let’s try the food, guys,” I suggested.

Giselle’s gaze fell on a particular item, her eyes narrowing in curiosity. Selena, noticing Giselle’s surprise, chuckled. “That bamboo container is sago. I hope you don’t mind our simple staple food.” “Actually, sago goes perfectly with the vegetable stew. It’s way better than anything else!” Alessandro chimed in, trying to pique Giselle’s interest. “And how about this spicy sambal? You like spicy food, right?” Giselle nodded, and Alessandro beamed. “Great! I bet you’ll be hooked.”

“You can just buy two regular packs since I'm already stuffed after all the tasting that I did. It's worth eight pesos only. You can pay from you own pocket, Butler Nazi. At least you say that you feed for free the multi-billionaire Sean.” “Miss… um…” “I would’ve given you some money if I have any. I’ll go and boil the eggs for garnish.” Although they were hesitant, they still went to buy it. Hmph! Pancit Canton, the calamansi flavor, would save the day! ((SEAN)) “Then finally, Master Sean, we will soon open the new island for resort construction,” they’re obviously bragging that news to me. Tsss. I stood up because waiting for that woman was already taking eternity. You’re dead, Sena.

He asked Lucius. Lucius slightly ducked his head, looking for food to buy. "This rolled thing." He pointed and smirked when he heard Olivia moaning momentarily as she bites on bingka. "This-" Iñigo started as he picked out one and handed it over to Lucius. "-is a turon, a sweet banana spring roll and it's worth 20 cents." "No!" Olivia said in a shrill note yet her mouth almost full with chunks of bingka, startling Lucius. "Give him $10; I insist."

I approached Manang. "How are you?" "Are you okay?" "It's okay," I saw a banana, so I took it and sat in the dining room. I just ate and ate while Zack just looked at me and was confused, so I just ignored him. "Babe?" I looked at him. "Why?" "You don't usually eat bananas?" I stopped eating. I had almost forgotten; he must have thought I was pregnant. "Yes, it is. Don't you want some?" Manang asked. I took a deep breath and then tried to smile.

He warned, “I will give you one last chance to get lost now! Or else, don’t blame me for any missing parts on your body later.” The big bald guy and his group were dumbfounded at first, but later, all of them let out a booming laugh. As a hegemon in Bangkok city, it had been a long time since they have been intimidated by someone like this. “Do you have a death wish, boy?” The big bald man took a step forward. He was ready to show his strength before Don Quijote. Instead, he asked, “Ever heard of Hanuman? It is the God of Strength in Thailand, and by tattooing it on my body, I now possess super strength.”

Pandora We stand there eyeing each other. Undressing each other with your eyes. The tension was growing slowly but with its intensity reaching a whole new level for me. As we’re accepting each other as mates. Letting that attraction sink in and wake up our deepest desires. Ones that we never knew we were craving. Lua can’t wait for us to claim those greek gods ‘cause that’s what they are. Never have I ever seen such handsome men. I take one step closer to them trying to close the distance between us and before I know it I’m trapped in their embrace. My body is tingling with their touch. Lua is howling so loud out of happiness that I’m pretty sure they can hear her. “It’s so good to be finall

“What would you like to eat little one.’’ They all let out the breaths they didn’t realize they were holding, Omotola saw a trickle of sweat ran down Obiora’s brow; like them, he was scared stiff but he still stood up for her. She rose on her toes to wipe it off his forehead smiling gratefully up at him in thanks; he simply shrugged like it was nothing and went to join the others by the warm fire Sango had already conjured. Being cuddly and adorable must have been one of Babybaby’s powers because everyone, minus the late Doctor Mugabe and miss evil Monroe always ended up eating from her chubby little fingers. Thanks to her, Shango’s foul mood was soon forgotten as he tried to magic food he h