Bananafish Novels & Stories

“Okay, so, now we’re going to shoot it.” I whip my head up to stare at Frankie. “What!?” “Did you think this was merely theoretical, donna sardine?” “Why do you keep calling me fish names?” I ask, scrunching my nose. “Bait fish, Bambs,” he says, smirking at me. “Just like you.” I narrow my eyes at him, which only makes him smile more. Frankie takes advantage of my distraction and tips the little gun into my hand. I jump a bit, looking down at it, surprised by how…simultaneously light and very real it feels in my hand. “Now, point it down the beach at those logs over there –“

“It’s poison.” Shadow’s expression didn’t change, but his grip on Runa’s shoulder tightened. “What kind?” Runa shook her head. “Not sure yet. But it’s spreading slowly.” She looked back at the Nightfang healer. “I need boiling water, fresh willow bark, and moonflower extract. Now.” The Nightfang healer blinked. “Moonflower is rare. We…” “Get it immediately,” Kael called from the window. His voice was sharp and loud. Silence.

“Fifth is sweet corn.” “Nothing about this is sweet.” Peircy growled as he shifted on his feet. Brett looked at his paper before he turned it away. “Ah, come on!” Vivian and Madalynn were smiling at their papers. Willow just looked stressed. “Sixth is carrots.” “Told you.” Isabelle whispered to Beau. “Whatever.” He just rolled his eyes at her. “Seventh is bananas and the last one is squash.” “What the fuck is squash?” Coy glared at Jo. “I think you are making shit up.”

Maya's phone buzzed at 9 AM with a name she'd been dreading. Vanessa. *Hey babe! Coffee today? I miss my bestie! ❤️* Three exclamation points and a heart emoji. Vanessa always wielded punctuation like weapons—enthusiastic on the surface, calculated underneath. In her previous life, Maya would have rushed to meet her, oblivious to the viper behind the smile. This Maya knew better. *Sure. Park Avenue café? 2 PM?*

the guy grinned pointing at the girl in an extremely short dress with deep neckline. She reached out her hand towards Hiro, ignoring me completely, and leaning over Hiro trying to show her boobs. “Hi,” she voiced out coquettishly, “I'm Ma Lina.” “And I am Ba-na-na…” I replied snorting. Hiro, the man in the suit and the girl gazed at me confused, a little like they were looking at a pitiful sick person. “In Polish ma-li-na means raspberry… That's why a banana…” I giggled explaining.

Audrey tried to regain her composure and calmed her heart that was beating hard against her chest, but whenever her eyes landed on the weird-looking fish at her foot, she felt like her heart would leap out from her mouth. Meanwhile, Sabel was startled by her young miss' reaction, but she eventually found out the reason why. She glanced at the freshly picked fish that was currently gasping on the ground and introduced it to her clueless young miss. "That is a Bambino fish, young miss. It is best for brewing medicinal soups. It can be sold up to 100 gold coins." "That thing was that expensive??!!" Audrey retorted with eyes wide in disbelief. "Are you sure that this one is even edible, to begi

“Hi! I would like a medium smoothie, please.” He smiles at me warmly. “What fruits would you like in it?” “Pineapple, mango, strawberry, raspberry, and peach. Is that a weird combination?” I ask him with a grin. “That's actually one of the better combinations I have heard. The nastiest in my opinion was banana, passion fruit and honeydew. It turned a nasty color and it kind of smelled bad.” He tells me with a small chuckle. “Eww. That doesn't sound very appealing to me, but to each his own.” I make a face.

I mentally note to avoid myself looking at the center of his gym shorts. I lick my lips because of the coldness of the water. “ Sleep, I guess,” I answered. He smirks for a moment before he pulled out a ripped banana and place it at the top of the counter that I am leaning on. “ W-What-“ he cut me off and turned around, ready to leave the place. I am going to make my protests when all of the sudden he turns his face in my direction. “ Banana is a good post-workout meal,” he said smirking. Annoyed because I know that he’s teasing me, I’ve grabbed the banana. And fuck it, his eyes darken when he saw how my soft hands, gripped the width of it.

“Last night, I visited King Guaya. He talked about the visitors you saw the other night. They demanded for Banabella, but we denied them their request. King Guaya lied to them that she’d been acutely ill and had died two days ago. The prince did not believe this. He and his men left, saying no word. King Guaya followed them as though leading the way out, and furiously, a soldier threw a parchment at his face and that was when they left in anger. The next day, another group returned, demanding for Banabella. And as they rode off, with no hopeful response from King Guaya, a soldier hauled another parchment at his face. “The first letter read: ‘I, Prince Habeb, the Prince of Suramy demand from

Caught Babe who was carrying a tool to make table varnish for a customer's order. "Crap! Didn't you eat at work earlier? Why can't you stop by M*D, J*co, what about your lime feet?" Babe said. "Isn't there anyone selling fried bananas as delicious as Nyak's cooking, Be?" "What's your excuse! You usually drink it until it's cold. What are you doing? Feeling blue? Is there a problem with you?" Babe looked at Alif probingly. A middle-aged man who looks okay has already understood the behavior of his only single child.