Bloodstained Apples Novels & Stories

Mark explained as he slumped on the sofa. “Didn’t also expect that this body had such a weak immunity,” Angelo mumbled in between his breath. “If I have known that I would faint like that, then I would not have agreed to shop together with your mother.” “What are you mumbling there?” Mark was curious about what his wife was mumbling about in the sides. “I’m saying that these apples tasted good. What did you put in here? to make this fruit extra delicious?” “A special ingredient called- love.” Angelo almost choked at the apples he was eating- as soon as; he heard the words of Mark. He also shuddered when he had; seen the ugly wink of Mark.

Although the rain had stopped a few hours ago, the sky had begun to darken and that was clear evidence that the rain was going to pour down again. A little girl could be seen picking small apples that had fallen down the tree that stood tall in the center of a huge Mansion. "Beatrice darling, how many times does mummy have to tell you that picking the fallen apples is bad..do you want to be struck by lightning?" An older woman asked as she walked out of the house to see the little girl down on her knees as she picked them carefully. "But mummy, the apples are fresh." "Sweetie, this is food for the dead not for the living." Her mother said, and the little girl's eyes widened.

The doctor came in to check on me three different times, and Alan still didn't show up. Right before I went to sleep, I glanced at my phone one last time and saw Larissa Fennimore's new post on her social feed. [Every time I get hurt, my knight in shining armor shows up. I'm so lucky!] The picture under it was a shot of Alan putting a bandage on her. Larissa's profile picture was a yellow mango. It was pretty, but it made me sick.

Blood spread from a corner of the manor. In the end, it penetrated into the core of the manor. Little Apple couldn’t bear to see blood at first but got used to it in the end. As Ava said, this was what he had to experience.

it was more of a shocked expression than a question. It would definitely be another thing I did not expect the almighty 'blood-stained Alpha' to ever do. He was a constant mystery and puzzle with the more weeks I spent in his pack. He was like a book that needed to be read but would not open if that even made sense. It was like the pages a tightly glued together and would not open. I would admit that it would totally be a sight to see, the Alpha termed to be the most dangerous cutting vegetables and cooking a meal.

Not even the trembling ground was going to keep her from enjoying her delicious snack. She raised the apple to her mouth, but before she could take her first bite, spots of brown decay began to mottle the shiny red skin. She watched in dismay as the bruises spread across the surface of the fruit, until the entire thing became dried and shriveled in her hand. She dropped the rotten apple to ground and quickly wiped her hand on her jean shorts.

A lonely night, a night of sweet nightmares. And an apple which is turning red, may be blushing. I was lying yesterday, that kid was never out of my reach. I lied that I left him somewhere inadvertently, but it was intentional. Yet, you are not surprised… By the way I'm concerned about my health, and apples are a good thing to eat here on this planet. (Ard and Earth are similar planets but not exactly, because the author has changed its name, and also people of Ard are blessed with some annoying powers).

To the new leader of the blood-born, Malakai was the ultimate prize—a never-ending, self-replenishing blood bag of pure sustenance. The entity pulled back, its jagged jaw smeared with Malakai's bright, vibrant crimson blood. The monster let out a low, vibrating hum of sheer satisfaction. With a casual, effortless tug, it hauled Malakai's limp, paralyzed body out of the mud by his ruined silk collar, dragging him backward toward the edge of the cliff like a piece of slaughtered meat.

"The door is locked, Cale. We're on the fourth floor. You can close your eyes." "If I close them... the static gets louder." Elion sat up. He rubbed his face. "Okay. Static. I get it. What's with the apple?" "This fruit," Cale said slowly. "What is its classification?" "It's an apple. Red Delicious. Though they're usually mealy." "Red," Cale repeated. He looked at the apple. He looked at Elion. "You say it is red." "Yes. It's bright red. Why?" Cale lowered the apple. He looked at the room. He looked at the yellow throw blanket on the sofa. He looked at the green plant on the windowsill.