Novel & Cerita Bloodstained Apples

“How dare you... eat my Chaos Bead? “Spit it out quickly! Give it back to me!” Alex replied, “How can I spit it out again after swallowing it? Think about it. Can you still spit out a complete apple after eating it?” The princess asked, “What is an apple?” Right. How could apples be qualified to appear in a place full of divine energy and Witch attributes like the Ancient Path? If an apple was really planted in this place, it would definitely become an immortal item like the Vermillion Fruit or Ginseng Fruit after a period of cultivation.

I took a small detour from following Alexis, bending over a patch of those strange black roses. My confusion and curiosity grows when my finger brushes past a red one and it turns black. It gets worse I bucked the finger towards the black one and the shade turns. “What the fuck?” 'I second that. What the fuck?' Cecil adds. I shoot to my feet and walk towards the main door. Alexis was about to turn the key. I can explore the house later, right now everything is freaky and different.

He nodded towards them. “Oranges are addictive though. Thousand years ago no one could exist without their morning OJ’s.” Darius frowned slightly. “Did not understand that at all. But if you are asking me, I choose apples.. It’s very simple. Oranges are very bright, flashy and... bright and flashy does not mean anything good. Once one of us tried a huge bright red mushroom and ended up with food poisoning.” “Apples are red.” Nicolai picked up one. “They Are red and flashy....”

I walked on, taking a seat next to her body and staring at it for a while. “Everyone's just tryna make sure I go crazy!” I muttered out, heaving out loudly as I rested into the head rest of the chair. I sat back up abruptly, picking up a piece of apple and staring at it for a while. I looked down at my bloodied hands and then the bloodied table knife before shrugging my shoulders. “Too much blood,” I muttered out. “Too much fucking blood!” I added, cutting into the apple with all of the strength I had left. I flung it off to the ground yelling out in frustration.

“That's true. Now let's get you rinsed.” I'm offering to wash his knuckles off the proof of fight, there is a big old baby behind his tough form and he revealed it today. I turned on the tap, he let me pull his hands to the running water. The water mixed with the blood on his hands was a stain on the white porcelain sink. The more water touched his knuckles, the clearer the water became. The blood stains was gone, I looked at his knuckles where the blood had gathered the most, “No cut?” I asked, avoiding glancing at him.

It didn't taste like apples anymore. It tasted like blood.

In my palm, they found a small piece of a candy wrapper soaked in blood. On the back of the wrapper, a few crooked words had been scratched out in blood. I had carved them with my fingernail, bit by bit. The officer held up the evidence bag and read the words aloud for everyone to hear. "Mom, I wish you had never had me." The moment those words came out, the air seemed to freeze. Mom looked like someone had ripped out her spine. Her eyes rolled back, and she fainted completely. Liam stared at my body covered by the white sheet. He clawed at the floor like a madman, making horrible scraping sounds.

They were three apples in three different colors– The first one was a deep black color; Mandy has never seen such heavenly dark apples in her entire life and she never thought that she would ever see one either. She tried reaching out her hand to touch them but she felt a sudden wave of strange cold engulfing her, so she retracted her outstretched hand. In the middle of the box, was a pure white apple. It was so pure that it looked like it was delivered from the heavens– it was totally devoid of every impurity of the world. However, it there was a slight scar on the side of the white apple, which caught her eyes– the scar was visible enough for her to see.

“Girl, nah. Bad week for red. Take the green ones instead.” Aria paused mid - motion, her hand hovering over the paper bag. “Why?” The woman leaned forward a little, lowering her voice as if sharing something half - secret, half - curse. “Rot’s been actin’ strange lately. Looks fine on the outside, but inside?” She tapped one of the apples with a chipped nail. “Boom — spores. I’m tellin’ you, something’s wrong with the soil. Bad energy, maybe worse.” Aria frowned, glancing at the apple’s glossy surface again. “They look fine to me.”