Dark Dark Fruit Novels & Stories

That night we tried a decanter of scarlet liquid, thin in viscosity with little chunks of what looked like fruit inside. As I inhaled the scent pouring from the decanter, I noted strawberries, cherries, and other fruits I had no name for. I looked over the symbols carved onto the bottom of each decanter. Some were small stars with five points, the ones I was warned about, others had large eight-pointed stars, while one decanter in particular had a crescent moon. I couldn't help but wonder what effects the decanter with a crescent moon held. The liquid in was midnight black, but was ripe with hues of indigo and purple, with little silver flecks dancing around. The bottom of this particular de

They came in fragments, pieces of a place that felt like memory even though she had never been there, and they stayed with her when she woke, clinging to the edges of her consciousness like smoke. A garden that was nothing like Eden. Wilder, older, the trees enormous and uncurated, their roots breaking the surface of dark earth in great arching waves. Fruit that grew in colors Eden had never attempted, deep purples and blacks and reds so saturated they were almost brown, and the fruit had names she could feel without being told, the way you feel a temperature before you touch the thing that holds it. Passion. Sorrow. Deep Knowing. The kind of names that told you exactly what the eating would

I munched the strawberries happily but I could see a look of reluctance fixed on Harper's face. “You don't like strawberries?” I asked shortly. I was being like Harper too, meddling it business that shouldn't be my concern. “No, that's not it… I'm a big fan of strawberries!” Harper replied. She picked one delicately and threw it inside her mouth. She was obviously not munching. “You don't have to eat it if you don't like it, baby,” Olivia seemed to have noticed too. “Someone once told me strawberries weren't as sweet as they looked. He didn't like it because of that.”

was all I could say. "Yes! They're a sight worth seeing. There's also Jabuticaba, which grows directly on the trunk of its tree, looking like black grapes hugging the bark. Very mystical-looking. And then.... there's Black Sapote (Chocolate Pudding Fruit). It's green on the outside, but the flesh is dark and sweet like pudding. Honestly, the list is endless. Oh, and there's also Cloudberry. It's golden and soft, almost like tiny glowing suns. Sigh, I wish I could have snapped some or something."

“ I don't, am just making sure there are no spies from Silvervale here. If Darius or your father learns you are alive and in Frostveil, the results would be catastrophic.“ Adrian didn't want those 2 knocking on his door... yet. “ I see...“ Estelle was a little disappointed, but she understood. Adrian turned around and threw a seemingly luxurious leather pouch at Estelle without a word. Catching the pouch she opened it and a minty scent assaulted her nose, There were mint leaves inside. “ When did–“ “ I brought them with me because I knew you would need it, I know how annoying that drug is.“ “ That's... oddly considerate of you. “ She frowned slightly, but still ate the leaves. Adrian didn't

The one whose name my people still cursed in their prayers. But my traitorous eyes refused. They drank him in greedily tracing the corded muscles of his arms visible even beneath the armour, the way his chest rose and fell with calm, controlled breaths, the faint scar that sliced through one dark brow. He was beautiful in the way storms are beautiful terrifying and mesmerising all at once. Soren Masuda was raw power wrapped in divine grace. A strange forbidden ache bloomed low in my belly. Shame followed instantly, hot and bitter on my tongue. Stop it, Evelise. He is not yours to look at.

Maera We entered into another's chamber. Krishna paused. So did I. The room breathed down on my neck an untamed power. But amongst it was a calming presence. Cushioning and gentle. Unlike the Lycan, Korran. It felt like something I could lean on. It felt like protection—a powerful kind. But amidst that deep cinnamon smell laced with a hint of strawberry, something else lingered in it. Metallic. Dark. And filled with secrets. I turned to see Krishna conversing with someone, tall with almost the same posture as Korran. Then it registered on my mind that he produced that raw power and intoxicating scent. He was the second Lycan brother.

The echoes of my desire linger in the air, a bitter reminder of the forbidden fruit that lies just out of reach. I know that I must bury these feelings deep within me, lock them away where they can never see the light of day. I cannot allow myself to succumb to the allure of Octavia's charms, to betray the trust that has been placed in me. But even as I lie there in the darkness, I cannot shake the longing that courses through me—a hunger that cannot be sated, a desire that cannot be quenched. It gnaws at me from the inside out, a relentless force that threatens to consume me whole.

The intoxicating scent of butterscotch and smokey hazelnut assaults my senses. “Be still my dark princess. You are safe now. I am going to get you out of here. Take the girls to the human hospital and then burn this place to the fucking ground.” a rough velvety voice growled. I know I should be trying to get away, but something within me tells me that this is where I need to be. I press myself closer to him trying to gather all his warmth as darkness surrounds me.

Sometimes I like his cute side. "Kofi, taste this Dragon Fruit. It's fresh," Arthur calls my attention while sticking a slice of dragon fruit. He slowly approaches it to me as he feeds me. I open my mouth wide and taste it. "It's delicious!" I smile because I can taste the sourness and sweetness of the fruit. As I chew, I found the book that I'm looking for. I put it under my pillow to read it later. Arthur notices what I did, and he grabs the book under my pillow.