Bloodstained Apples Novels & Stories

I stood up slowly, my legs feeling like jelly, and approached the basket. The smell hit me first. It was metallic, sharp, and unmistakable. Blood. Fresh blood. And there it was: a white shirt, or what used to be white, now drenched in red, soaked through with dark, glistening stains. Patches of the original fabric peeked through like mocking reminders, but the rest… It was a horror. My stomach lurched. No. Not again.

Elizabeth called him and tried to turn around, but when she saw the things in front of James, she suddenly paused. James felt angry and wanted to lose his temper, but he smiled when he saw that Elizabeth had woken up, "Honey, are you awake?" "What... are you doing?" Elizabeth stared straight at the mess in front of him, "Can you eat all of them?" James was sitting on the sofa in the room. On the simple tea table in front of him, there were more than a dozen peeled apples. The apple on the edge of the table might have been peeled for a long time, and its color was a little dark. In front of the row of apples, there was a pile of apple parings, but all of them were small pieces of apple flesh.

I said between mouthfuls. Melinda smirked, and she said, "Yeah, but it ain't actually waiting for us, we are only lucky that the birds of the air did not locate these apples before us, it was well hidden under the leaves…" "We are still the same thing – the leaves made sure it was well hidden for us." I smiled. "... But, wait did you rinse em, coz I can see water dripping from the fruits." "Yeah, I rinsed them. I found a waterfall near this place, and I rinsed them in the flowing river." Melinda responded.

A basket of fruits resting above the island caught my eyes, and my mouth watered at the glossy skin of the apples. It’s homey and I’m loving this place. Whoever designed it must be a brilliant person. What is it with green apples? Standing on my feet, the foul smell that followed my every movement made my nose scrunch. Only then did I realize I was still in last night’s clothes. It doesn’t take a genius that the white stain on my red dress was probably the food I ate that came out where then entered. There was no indication, no picture, no nothing that would give me a clue about the owner of this house.

he explained. Bella nodded her head, absorbing everything. Blaze picked up an apple from the dining table as they were passing by. He bit into it and passed it on to Bella. She took the fruit which he tasted from his hands and looked at it curiously. It looks like an apple, but it's slightly pinkish. "What is this fruit?" She asked him, eying it with curiosity. "It's kind of an apple of our world" he explained after swallowing the apple he was chewing.

Well, we're just the same. We should be strong for each other, but I can't, I can't move on from what happened, I don't know how to rise up from falling because I can't teach myself to get up, everyone has already moved on from my fall, yet here I am, lying on the ground and still can't make a single step to remove myself in the same situation that I've been in my whole life. I can't get up to the mud that I stumbled to and it's slowly eating me and taking over my body. I heard someone entering my room, this time, he already knocked to let me know that he's back. He arrived holding a glass of blood and a plate full of fruit. Those foods... I hate that.

Nikolai asks me, he sounded all serious, I decided to answer him just as serious. “The godfather cucumber has been playing both sides against each other ordering the red apples to attack and destroy the green apples supplies of coffee. The head of the green apples who is married to the devil fruit both swear to keep their angel fruit out off what is going on. The angel fruit finds out what's going on calls her friends to help they come with their melted chocolate for torture! For torture I’m telling you!” I explain to him, it’s what I understood form Paul plus some of mine, I’m not that stupid after all. “What the…” Devil says while Paul laugh his bum off at us, he’s the one who started this

“You think a bastard can rule over me?” The girl lets out a terrified sob, her shoulder twitching just an inch to the left. I fire. BANG!!! I blink through the smoke, expecting to see the shattered fragments of the apple raining down on the floor. But the fruit is rolling away, completely intact. The girl is silent. The bullet missed the apple entirely, tearing straight through the center of her forehead. Her eyes remain wide, frozen in permanent shock as her body goes completely limp, sliding down the brick wall like a broken doll before collapsing into a bloody heap on the floor.

‘Elijah…’ I started mind-linking him, but I stopped abruptly when the most amazing scent filled my nostrils. It was a scent of apples and cinnamon. It was a scent that reminded me of home. It was a scent that made me feel safe and loved. I wanted to embrace it. I wanted to bathe in it. I wanted to glue the scent to my skin. But the apples and cinnamon were also mixed with a metallic scent of blood and every muscle in my body tensed up. I wanted to tear everything apart. I wanted to kill. I wanted to destroy. Why was my home tainted in blood?