Bloodstained Apples Novels & Stories

My vision flickered and spots of black clouded my sight, but I did not know why. It could not be grief, could it? That would be too humiliating. 'Lana Branch, you really misjudged him, didn't you?'

One of the bodyguards quickly stepped forward to support him. The fourth and fifth apples missed their mark, and the basket was emptied. Jessica's anger subsided when she saw the swelling on Old Mr. Alston's forehead. She felt satisfied! Hitting him twice and causing him to swell up made her feel much happier! As for Old Mr. Alston, gnashing his teeth, his aging face turned red. He, the once illustrious figure who had braved life and death in his youth, victorious in every battle, was now left with a swollen head after being struck by two large red apples.

The apples, symbols of both sweetness and sorrow, bore silent witness to a mother's sacrifice and a son's unknowing acceptance. As they left the orchard behind, shadows lengthening in the fading light, the echoes of Circe's vow lingered like a haunting melody — the promise to protect her beloved Liam from the very thing that had bound her own heart in a curse woven through the tapestry of time. ** I awoke with a start, the echoes of my dreams lingering in the early morning haze. The vision of my mother, her eyes heavy with both love and burden, haunted my waking moments. The orchard, the apples, and her whispered promise all felt like ethereal fragments of a tale yet to unfold.

I asked but he didn't reply ,he stood from the bed and dragged me outside where it is already dark but the rain has stopped “where are we going again? I'm tired of being tossed around and I'm hungry “ I kept complaining to the shirtless Aaron who was busing tapping his horse and i got the greatest shock of my life when he went and brought out 3 apples , I was thinking that he will give me one but then he have stormy all the three juicy looking apples at a go making my heart sank. “With all due respect, do you have bipolar disorder ?! I am the one complaint that I'm hungry not Stormy !” I shouted stomping my feet

I shouted without asking him when he got there and how he knew that I will be there “There are a lot of apples around and I can simply get you more “ Knight replied calmly while trying to pick another apple “No! Give me back my apples!” I shouted, dragging it from his hands before bending down to hide the whole fruit basket behind me . “Uhmm” Knight huffed looking at me strangely “What ? I’m craving apples and I want those apples to be specific !” I said nonchalantly before picking one and biting a large church before I started chewing the juicy fruit.

"Them long black ones, they're like rocks, they keep for years. I bet he's got a hundred hanging in some cellar "Oats," suggested Ollo Lophand. "Corn. Barley "Corn," said Mormont's raven, with a flap of the wings. "Corn, corn, corn, corn, corn "Enough," said Lord Commander Mormont over the bird's raucous calls. "Be quiet, all of you. This is folly "Apples," said Garth of Greenaway. "Barrels and barrels of crisp autumn apples. There are apple trees out there, I saw 'em

With intestines dangling and blood dripping, she flew into the darkness. A few blocks away from the building a young gorgeous lady is waiting for her bus ride back home. She sat by the bench underneath a semi-parabolic dome listening to Spotify. Engrossed in what she is doing, the lady is unaware of the creature silently flying above her. Smelling the scent of fresh teenage blood, Sarah ejected her long pointed tongue that punctured the synthetic dome and hit her prey on her nape. She then commenced sucking her blood as the victim struggled to set herself free. This time the girl was ready. With a sharp hunting knife in hand, she slashed at the tongue which caused it to be disengaged from he

"They're not ripe yet. Not for a few more months, anyway." "You made unripen apples?" She questioned, her braids falling over her shoulder as she tilted her head. "That part was unintentional." I chuckled, turning as Liam came jogging over with Dustin. "Damn, Rae!" Dustin grinned, wiping the sweat from his forehead as he came to a stop. His grey tank top was soaked in sweat, which oddly smelled very similar to the ocean. "You made enough apples to feed the pack for a week." "The apples aren't ripe yet." Tyra warned Dustin, just as he went to grab one. Unsurprisingly, he shrugged and grabbed one anyway. After taking a bite, he turned to Tyra. "Did you make something too?"

And then we used the rope to climb down to our parents’ room and entered the room unaware of the fact that, it was actually a theatre of real life R-rated film. Madarashi entered there first followed by me. When I entered I saw, because of some reason Madarashi froze there. And soon, I found out a horrible scene! I saw my father was standing there with two daggers in his hand and our mother was lying on the ground covered in blood, cuts and bruises. This scene had two different reactions in me and Madarashi . He started to scream out loud like he had gone berserk and for me, I couldn’t even move, my senses went numb. Because of his scream, father knew that we were there. He, with a daring fa

And now that we can track her scent, we can reclaim her. Apple’s scent is stronger within the disheveled back of the van. They had her in this van. Singed ropes litter the floor and next to that is a silver knife. Silver. The bastard tried to poison my mate. “Apple,” the human male groans as he slowly wakes. “Apple?”