Bananafish Novels & Stories

I said "add chilled cola and popcorn too. It'd be nice to watch movies with it later tonight. And..." He flicked his finger "No, no, no...that's enough" I made that cute little sister face. Unlike the testimonies I've heard from other girls, it doesn't ever work on Caleb but it was worth taking a shot once again. And once again, it failed. What I received as a response was the ironic reply "Perhaps I should just buy the eatery for you" "If that's what would make you happy," I said "I'm all for your happiness." Then I let out a little laughter.

He opened it with a flourish and I gasped in delight, even going as far as to give a little round of applause. It was a combination of everything. Fat, yellow bananas, ripe, juicy looking plums, strawberries and cherries, mangos, slices of watermelons, apples and pineapples. My mouth watered. I went for the apples first, throwing a slice into my mouth and moaning in joy. When I looked over at Sin he was smiling at me. "Look at you, just a regular cave woman, excited about her cave man bringing home healthy spoils. Shall I go hunt a rabbit for you?"

And unfortunately, I was that breakfast. But instead of being scared of his fierce expression, I couldn’t help but let my eyes roam over his bare upper body. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, and the only thing covering his lower half was a thin pair of boxer shorts. Yes, thin—because his jumbo banana was very visible. I swallowed hard, unable to take my eyes off the bulge between his legs. So, bananas really do come in that size—jumbo, indeed. Or maybe even bigger than jumbo.

another elder said, his tone colder still, “entwined in matters far beyond your place. The Alpha’s public rejection only confirms what the whispers have long suggested—that you overstepped. That you sought what was never yours to take.” The words burned, but she held her tongue. Elder Morwen leaned forward, clasping her hands. “There are those who call for your immediate banishment. Others,” her eyes flickered with the faintest smile, “suggest leniency, for the sake of avoiding scandal.” The word *banishment* dropped into the chamber like a stone into deep water. Serena’s breath caught—not because she was afraid of leaving, but because leaving meant severing the last fragile thread between h

Soft, sweet—definitely a banana! He recoiled in terror. In all these days in the apocalypse, he hadn't tasted a banana. At any other time, he would have been overjoyed—but now… his heart raced, panic surging. "Damn it!" Jack scrambled backward, hands bracing against the floor, his face drained of color. Geronimo casually picked up the banana peel, examined it—and then, in a bizarre twist, the peel transformed back into a fruit knife. Could it be… a superpower?

The words came out a little too fast and I realised I was smiling, my chin lifting a bit as pride sneaked in before I could stop it. Elena paused and looked at me over her shoulder, one brow lifting. “Are you bragging right now?” I made a small laugh. “Maybe a little.” She chuckled too, shaking her head as she opened the fridge, the light spilling out and revealing the neatly arranged shelves. Everything inside was organised and carefully stocked. There were bowls of cut fruits, small containers with labels, bottles of juice and milk lined up like soldiers, and what looked like prepared meals sealed and untouched. She reached in and took out a small bowl of fruit, setting it on the counter.

that she didn't acknowledge. Moments later, Hasmik returned, her arms were full with not one but two large bunches of bright, ripe bananas fresh from the northern greenhouses nestled just beneath the palace's eastern wing. Those fruits weren't just plucked from a tree in the back courtyard. They'd been grown in regulated conditions, and their flavor was sweetened by the golden soil of Khragnir's private gardens. Hasmik placed the bananas gently on the nightstand beside Narine, grinning like she'd just brought her a chest of priceless rubies. She broke one off, peeled it, and offered it to her without a word.

It looked quietly beautiful and a little lonely. The caption on the post said, "Okay, I need everyone's help with this. Vayport, night of the 7th, Sizzlebone BBQ. I met this woman who knocked the wind out of me, and now I'm stupidly into her. "I even ran after her cab and still couldn't catch up. Please, I'm begging you. If anyone can help me find her, I will do anything for you!" When I reached the last line, I ended up laughing.

She stirred it all into the smoothie, "Now, I got a high-protein smoothie...we can call it Rob's Big Banana Smoothie!" Stirring her finger, she plunged it deep into her mouth and sucked it clean, again. Still savoring the new treat, she took a big gulp from the glass. "Careful baby girl, you'll get a brain freeze." She giggled, "It's a new kind of banana cream...the male kind."

“I need Latin food.” I blinked. “What Latin food?” “I want...” She frowned so hard her bangs fell low enough to nearly cover her eyes. “A-reh-pah. Empa-nada. And the yellow thing.” “Rice?” “No.” “Corn?” “No.” “Banana?” She pointed at me dramatically. “Yes. Punished banana.” Hannah burst out laughing from the sofa. I looked at the ceiling. “God, give me strength.” “I want punished banana,” Abby repeated, louder now, because apparently her culinary demands needed to be heard all the way in Colombia. “The smashed one. The fried one. The crunchy one. Plah... pla... pla-ta-nose.”