Blood Orange Novels & Stories

Flora stood up and rushed to greet the client: - Welcome, sir! How may I serve you? - Hello Miss Flora, they told me you have some fresh Tulips. - Yes indeed! Since the early spring, we have had a good stock of Tulips. Do you want me to compose you a bouquet of them? -Please. Which colors do you have? - Orange, dark pink, fair pink, and some red. - No black?! - No, I apologize! It is quite rare that clients ask for them.

Rhoda cautioned her husband. “Honey, look out!” Rudolf called from the rear door, "What's the matter, Honey?" Rhoda hurriedly gazed out the window as Robert clutched in her arms. Rudolf exclaims. "Look what I found from those bushes around!" he adds, "Pomelos, lemons, and green oranges from the garden. These trees are already giving citrus fruits!" he shouts. "These are nutritious vitamin-C fruits. Guavas, atis, and guyabano are plentiful here. Some fell down on the ground." Rudolf added.

I wanted to go back but didn't want to stay alone because as long as I was with my family, I was happy. *** "Pink or yellow?", asked Ama as she held the pencil colors for me to see. I pretended to think before answering. "Blue" a frown graced her delicate features as she replied "Princesses don't wear blue" she said choosing to go with the yellow and ignore my advice. "Who says blue isn't a princess color?" I asked feigning interest "Everyone". I rolled my eyes at the vague answer. "Don't say 'everyone' if it's just your friends who say so" she made to speak but I cut her off

She furrowed her brows at him. “It would just be an orange for the flavor. It would taste fine. Come on,” Wayne nudged at her and she rolled her eyes before picking a small orange. She peeled it while he washed the fruits. They both cut them together before blending them in two batches, which included the one she had cut before he came. They poured the drink in two long glasses and added ice and straw. They both took a drag from it at the same time and Olive moaned while Wayne just nodded. It tasted good.

She asked, "I want to eat the oranges from Tavers Village." Natalie remembered the oranges she ate in that small town. The boss had bought them from the local mass store and they were extremely sour. After all, they were the local's fresh produce, and they had not gone through any sort of processing or sweetening. She eventually gave the orange to Jasper as she was not able to finish it. She remembered clearly that her teeth hurt from all the sourness. When he looked at her at that time, his gaze was filled with love and helplessness.

agina is all over the place. Leander patiently peels off the orange and lifts my vest. He squeezed an orange, put it on my chest, then a bite of the orange and n.ipple. The tangerine exudes a strong aroma of fruit. The juice burst out on my chest. Orange juice is like milk. The air is interlaced with cold and heat. “God! Leander, you're amazing!” I gasped with excitement and twisted my feet. It was like the exhilarating survival of not being able to reach the bottom of the water on my toes and feeling like I was going to drown.

“Try harder, Vladimir! See with your mind, not eyes! Focus on the battle camp, shape it as you desire, move it around, control your Aura.” When I don’t train, I study. “Tell me what the colors of Aura represent,” he says. “Black,” I start to say, “is the color of evil. Blue is for leadership, red for power. Green is for strong, yellow happiness, pink is normally for females and represents love, while orange is for loyalty. Brown is for healers…,” I start to explain. “You are wrong! Orange is for healers, while brown is for loyalty. Again, from the beginning.”

My hands touch the bark to make sure the tree is really here, and when I don't go tumbling through it like a hologram, I know that it's actually in front of me. The orange tree stands tall and sturdy. It's many branches splay out with smaller limbs sprouting in every direction. The greenest leaves coat the branches, and amongst the thousands of them are bright fruits. My eyes bounce from fruit to fruit in disbelief. I reach up and pluck a low-hanging one. I run my fingers over its skin and roll it between my hands. Lifting it to my nose, I smell the thing but it doesn't emit the scent of an orange, nor does it look like one. "Careful there."

Kyra felt her heart start to race at his presence and wished that she could kick herself. "Orange?" he asked when she didn't take it. Flushing a little, Kyra accepted the fruit and slowly started peeling away the rind. Immediately, a delicious smell filled the air, fresh and citrusy. Kyra took a deep breath before popping the first slice into her mouth. The orange was juicy and just the right level of sweetness.

"The Alpha Lycan had a hybrid child with a witch. Her magic is orange and it doesn't hurt me. I was curious what it meant." "Orange is a strong magic. Although not pure like white magic, it can still be deadly and at times more powerful. The orange represents the mixture of her soul. Lycan red and witch white gives an orange hue to the child. It probably didn't hurt you because it came from someone so small and inexperienced. A full grown hybrid could be a different story. It would be best to stay away from this child and definitely don't anger it." She gave me a small nod then continue into the back.