Dark Dark Fruit Novels & Stories

Everything went dark. ******

The afternoon light bathed the fruit bowl, making the colorful selection even more inviting. With a leisurely pace, he approached the counter, drawn to the assortment of fruits. The bright yellow bananas, the deep red strawberries, the juicy peaches, and the plump blueberries enticed him with their delicious promises. He paused for a moment, contemplating which combination of flavors would make the perfect fruit juice.

It was a dragon fruit. The vivid pink and green colors hit my eyes like a physical blow, dragging my consciousness backward through time. This was the exact same exotic fruit I had lovingly given to Stefan on the very night everything in my normal life started to fall apart. It was the fateful night when a wave of brand new, terrifying problems that I didn't even begin to understand started to aggressively hunt me down.

“ 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

Every earthy, oversexed inch of him absolutely repelled her and there was a certain deadly attraction to that amount of revulsion… Christophe moved with the grace of a prowling tiger. He had the face of a dark fallen angel and the stunning magnetism of a very physical male. She studied the dark planes of his impassive features, the clear golden eyes set beneath winged black eyebrows and the savagely high cheekbones which lent such fierce strength to his face. Her gaze glossed over the stubborn jut of a decidedly Greek nose and the wide perfection of his narrow mouth before hurriedly falling away.

During the conversation, he took out a few pure white fruits from his pockets and asked, “Does that mean all of you didn’t find this?” “What’s this?” The fruits in Dillon’s hand exuded a faint halo, and they looked delicious. The trio’s eyes lit up immediately. Even Daftmonk swallowed involuntarily. “I don’t know what it is, but a snow forest often appeared in the ice land. There are some snow trees in the forest, and the Frosty Fruits are hanging on the tree. These are magical fruits. After eating one, you can regain your strength.” “Really?” Tyr swallowed dryly before snatching one of the fruits from Dillon’s grip. He gulped it down eagerly with a gulp. Tyr felt a force sweep over his ent

(Which one do you want to buy, Sir? I don’t answer because she didn’t ask me. Luciano gives her a hard glare. “Tesoro. Which one do you want to eat?” Luciano asks putting his hand on my waist. I think for a second after looking at so many different flavours and then look at him with a sheepish smile. “I want chocolate, strawberry, chocolate chip cookie dough, vanilla and mango.” I say in one go. “Ok. Whatever you want baby.” Luciano says kissing my forehead.

“This can’t be wine.” “Dark Land wine. Careful, it’s stronger than you’re accustomed to.” His green eyes were amused. Taking the caution to heart, she sipped curiously at the otherworldly liquid. “What’s it made from?” “Dream flowers. It’s a very rare and special vintage.” “What’s the occasion?” “Saving a woman is always an occasion.” She looked away. “I suppose it was worth it; I might have known some names, caused some needless deaths.”

The heavy wooden door opened slowly, revealing a sliver of darkness that widened into the mansion's vast entry hall. My heart hammered against my ribs. Caden stood there, looking impossibly calm. He wore dark pants and a loose white shirt, sleeves rolled up, showing strong forearms. His eyes, dark and sharp, met mine, and a slow, unsettling smile spread across his face. "Right on time, Maeve," he said, his voice a low rumble that filled the huge, echoing space. "Come in. Don't be shy."

The moon had barely sunk beneath the horizon when Derek stood at the edge of the forest, the air damp with fog and tension. The witch's map burned softly in his hand, the ink glowing like veins of molten gold as it shifted and twitched, revealing the route through the Darkwood. This wasn’t any ordinary forest. The trees here didn’t whisper like normal woods—they growled, creaked with malice, and breathed like something alive.