Buggy Fruit Novels & Stories

Madam Serena giggled and clapped in glee. Darrion looked up to the tree that has fork like leaves and several greenish fruit, also one yellowish orange fruit. He had ever heard of this fruit tree, and he looked at how it looked like from his father’s book before. But he never actually saw it in person. “That’s the Honey Pearlet?” Darrion asked without looking away from the only orange colored fruit in the tree.

This fucking Demigod looked like he had just walked out of a magazine. I had always wondered how he'd look while naked. Sorry, us. And here we were, clothes ripped off and ready for sin. “You'd be my stepsister in a few weeks, don't you care?” I shook my head quickly, almost like cutting him off. “No, I don't.” “This is forbidden.” He pressed a smirk on his lips. He wasn't just interrogating me, he wanted to know the level of my desperation—how eager I was for this. “Rotten Fruit tastes sweetest,” I mentioned, grinning like an idiot. “Soren, now I don't care about fucking taboos.”

My voice was so calm, it surprised even me. "When I was little, my dad cheated. One day, he brought his mistress home, and she gave me a mango. Back then, I hadn't tasted mangoes much, so I got excited when I saw the fruit. I sat there on the couch, eating it. When my mother came home and saw the mango in my hands, she didn't say a single word…and jumped out the window." Alan's lips parted. His expression shifted from shock to blank silence. I continued, "You said it was just a joke. Maybe for you, it was. But not for me. So can I go now?"

Onur-Love wins, and the forbidden apple is sweeter than everything, only we know that because we experienced it. Lenor-Let everyone gets such love.

"Whatever you have, Emily," The little girl pulled out from underneath the stall a basket of fruits of all shapes and colors. Each little finger pointed at each fruit and said, "The black dragon fruit helps the fire-system spirit beast increase its attack power. The blue hedgehog helps the ice-system spirit beast increase its defense; the spiny hedgehog helps the spirit beast level up; I am not sure what effect the red avocado has. Most of them come from murky forests." "Heavy goods, yes?" Aoip asked.

He picks up the next fruit. “Ready for the next round?” He asks. I clench my fist and nod. He brings the fruit to my mouth. I take it and bite it. I have to get it right or I’ll lose control, I think to myself. I stop when I realize the taste is similar to the previous one. I continue biting it slowly. I want to answer apple but, my gut is telling me it’s a pear. My concentration is kind of distracted with his hand is still on me. I force my brain to think harder. I can’t afford to be wrong. After a while, I’ve finally swallowed it. I bite my lower lip.

I chuckled at his expression. "Anyway, eat 10 of this fruit," I said, pushing a carton containing a certain sort of fruit. Correct! This was the same fruit that increases stats as you eat it. And I brought four boxes of four different fruits here. "Ten? Why is it ten? Despite the fact that this is a strenuous exercise, consuming ten of these at once is a bit...?" Henry was babbling, but when he saw my face, he stopped. 'Does this even taste good?' Looking at fruit the size of his head, Henry had a thought. It was his first encounter with such a fruit.

She smiles lightly and says she's glad I'm okay. We head out to the kitchen and Elliott was finishing up cutting apples for us and giving me my yogurt to go with it. Macy was already eating her own apple with peanut butter. I notice Skye eyeing my yogurt and push the bowl between us. She smiles and dips her apple slice into it.

she called her father to eat. (Dad) * spit the food out* YOU GOOD FOR NOTING CHILD! WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS HUH? I SHOULD HAVE FORCED THAT WOMAN TO ABORT YOU WHEN SHE WAS PREGNANT WITH YOU! Her father spat the spaghetti at her face. and walked out. Earlier that night

“You try it!” I lean in to scoop a small piece. “I think you nailed it, Andre. Mushy water. Good job!” He looks smug, and jots it down in his notebook with an exaggerated flair. As we move to the next stall, Andre's enthusiasm grows. Every new fruit feels like an adventure for him. “What's this one?” He asks, holding up something green. “Custard apple,” I tell him. “Sweet and creamy. Want you try?” Andre nods but this time he hesitates after the first bite. “It's weird,” he mumbles, chewing slowly.