Novel & Cerita Blood Orange

Roselyn: Aahh. Awkward silence. Roselyn: What's your favourite colour? Joselyn: Sorry? Clears the throat. Roselyn: I said, what's your favourite colour? Joselyn: Oh. Its pale orange. Noises made by other students spread. Roselyn: I'm sorry WHAT? Joslyn: Pale orange! Rose/Kate: WHAT ORANGE? Joslyn: PALE ORANGE! Still unable to hear anything. Teacher arrives, and we excuse ourselves. End of story.

His left hand lay by his side limply as blood flowed freely from his shoulder. Orange Monk’s body crouched into an unusual stance. His robe was in tatters, and his skin was exposed to all. His skin was cracked all over, like a parched land without a drop of water, and blood slowly dripped down the cracks. His appearance shook the hearts of all watching, and they were scared for his health. However the man in question, Orange Monk was unbothered. Enduring the pain he licked his lips, his eyes still clouded with bloodlust, and charged at Blue King once again. But this time things were different.

He nods, his eyes never leaving my face. I am so close to fainting right now. I nervously walk over to the table and place the tray containing the wine and two glasses and the orange. Seriously? An orange. “It’s a good thing your servants now know how much I love oranges. Reign, help me cut the orange, we will talk later” He says with a cold tone and Alpha Damien shoots me a confused glance. This can’t be good. What does he want us to talk about?

He says goodbye to his friend and turns his direction towards me, coming to my side seconds later. Once he's in front of me, he hands me one of the glasses and I take it in my hands. It's a liquid like a pink and red color. It has some ice floating over it to keep the liquid inside the glass cool, and I can also notice something that looks like little slices of orange, but I'm not sure it's that fruit.

Suddenly, Clayton took out a perfectly round orange from out of nowhere that looked so vibrant and pretty. It was extremely enticing. His eyes were warm and soft, and his voice was extremely soothing to the ear. “This is for you.” Nicole froze for a moment when she saw the orange in front of her. She had received numerous gifts in her lifetime – gold and silver jewelry, diamond necklaces, luxury goods more expensive than the other. However, this little orange with its glistening luster on the surface accidentally entered her heart.

“I am going to make some soup. If you don’t want to take bath, then come with me.” Areiza nodded in agreement. She leaned against the kitchen door, watching him busily preparing food. After a while, he pointed at the orange that he cut, and said, “I have cut some oranges for you. Enjoy.” The clean and crisp citrusy aroma of the orange made Areiza want to try it. It was deliciously sweet and sour, instantly soothing the discomfort in her stomach.

So what the hell is this? Walking closer, I reach out to the bouquet, arranged in a square orange vase. It’s gorgeous. A combination of sunflowers and orange roses, with rust and gold chrysanthemums and fall leaves. Whoever sent this… they know me well. Sunflowers and orange roses are my favorites. I absolutely adore them.

Olivia gazed at the freshly squeezed orange juice in her hand with an incredibly gentle look in her eyes. Orange juice was rich in vitamin C. By drinking more orange juice, Rose's baby would likely have skin as fair as Rose's. As Olivia was lost in thought, she noticed a colleague who had just finished making coffee and was about to leave the pantry. Olivia called out to her, "Hold on a moment..." Ava Montgomery, the person in question, was one of those who were discussing Olivia at the pantry yesterday. Now that Olivia had called out to her, she suddenly felt very uneasy.

Its so bitter but it cannot compare with the bitterness in his heart. The two men was inside the house having deep conversation. So Ayesha decided to take a walk around. The place is relatively smaller than the wolf village but the market is bustling. The place is quite lively with the people selling their goods and crowd haggling the price. "Young lady, would you like some oranges? These are rare Valencia Oranges that only grows in summer. Just a silver for a dozen." A lady selling fruits said.

"Finish the oranges like a good boy." His face fell, and I sighed softly, leaning closer. "Wouldn't you like to look your best for your father? Oranges are rich in vitamin C, which is very beneficial for your health. Perhaps you could eat now and then offer some to your father when he wakes? It might help him recover more quickly.” I suggested, and it worked. He, without a doubt, picked up the slices of orange and gave one to Cadence before eating. However, just as he was about to eat, a hand suddenly appeared and snatched the slice of orange from his hand, throwing it away.