Bunny Fruits Basket Novels & Stories

I will make you comfortable After she finished speaking, she took out a few fruits from her luggage, and stumblingly introduced them to the sub personality. "This is called Starburst Fruit, Sister A said, the little rabbit likes to eat this kind of fruit the most, tried a few, just bite it hard, 50 juicy and delicious"

Hilda says, walking towards me. "Yes. It's so sad they would not be mine." I reply, adding a smile to conceal my sadness. "It's okay. It's business." Mum pats my hair. "We got you some fruits. They are in the basket." She adds, hoping to change the topic. I look to see the hand woven basket filled with apples, grapes and kiwis at the top of the mini refrigerator, covered in polka dots napkin. I turn to her. "Thank you, mum."

She bowed slightly again and began walking, While Serena and Max following her. As they moved along, Serena noticed the fruits were stacked in separate transparent fridges, each holding its own bundle, fresh and bright. Apples, oranges, grapes, and berries were all neatly packed, while vegetables like lettuce, peppers, and carrots were arranged in their own sections. Max’s eyes widened as they kept walking around. “Mum, I want us to get that for Grandpa,” Max muttered, pointing to a bundle of large, juicy peaches. Serena smiled faintly. “Yes, baby,” she murmured, and they picked the peaches.

Maria’s tears had dried, replaced by excitement as Rose promised to make bunny shapes with the next batch. A little while later, everyone was gathered around the large kitchen table. Rose set a plate down in front of each child with a proud smile. The bunny pancakes were far from perfect. Rose set a plate down in front of each child with a proud smile. The bunny pancakes were beautifully shaped, with perfectly rounded faces, long floppy ears, and tiny chocolate-chip eyes. She had even used sliced strawberries for little pink noses and whipped cream for fluffy tails. The children stared at them in awe.

Instead, my eyes landed directly on the large wooden table in the center of the living room. Sitting right there was a silly mountain of fresh berries, sliced melons, and rare honeyed plums—every single one of them my favorite childhood fruits. The basket was huge, wrapped in a simple white silk ribbon without a single card or name attached to it. But the scent of rain and old ash was faintly clinging to the wicker. It was an anonymous order from the royal kitchen, a weak, silent peace offering from a king who didn't know how to use his words.

Marriane strolled in, wheeling Grandma Hartley. “I brought you some fruits,” Grandma Hartley said, setting a large fruit basket on the bedside table. “Adrian said these were your favorites.” My gaze drifted over the basket, which contained one pear, apples, a banana, an orange, and a bunch of grapes. A slow smile spread across my lips. Adrian probably had no idea what my favorite fruit was. He must have walked into the supermarket and told the staff, "Give me whatever healthy people eat." “Thank you, Grandma.”