Dark Dark Fruit Novels & Stories

I replied hoping he does not ask further and it's just like he's reading my mind “Ohh okay” He muttered and I nodded “So about the answer?” “The wine is not made up of just one fruit” I said and his eyes widened, “How did you know that?” “Because I could inhale the scents of multiple fruits from it and the first fruit I discovered was lime that gave it a sour taste, then star fruit to suite the lime sour taste, it has blueberries too, it has cherries, peach and dragon fruits” These are the ones I could detect

Unknowingly, I was waiting for his arrival. "What's this?" I asked surprised. I leaned my body against Dylan's body. It's been my favorite position lately. “I brought you fruits from the forest in the eastern region. These fruits were difficult for ordinary people to obtain because the forest where they grew was almost filled with monsters. I'm sure this fruit will suit your taste, Fuschia,” Dylan said, his glittering eyes remind me of stars, looking for an appreciation.

Marcus's face darkened, feeling somewhat uneasy. Phyllis looked at Mr. Marcus, hesitated for a moment, and calmly said, "Sapote, also known as the fruit of desire. In other words, it's a love fruit that can stir up desires in people. Do you understand?" "Damn, what kind of weird stuff is this?" Mr. Marcus couldn't help but curse. This was too eerie. No wonder there was a sickeningly sweet smell to it.

Says another, the redhead is grinning from ear to ear at this point and looks to the last one, who looks a little bashful, “What other flavours do you have?” The woman rattles off a list of various fruits and other syrups that most bars in big cities might not even have, “And I think we might have a little taste of the old country, hang on.” She has finished with the pints, and moved to stroll up and down the bar, looking at the optics and other bottles on the shelves. Finding what she wants, she brings it back to her group. “I found the dragon fruit syrup, so that’s an option if you want.” The unsure dwarf starts nodding aggressively.

The man hasn't done anything and yet she feels warmth pooling in her stomach and settling between her legs. Adonis gently grabs Lana's left wrist and brings her hand to his mouth. Lana's lips part as Adonis opens his mouth and his tongue darts out as he dives it into the fruit. Lana felt the slick soaking her underwear at the slurping sound Adonis made as he dove his face in, eating the dragon fruit as if it were her center. The warrior's eyes never leave Lana's green eyes. They stay focused on her, listening to her heart accelerate, smelling her slick even over the sweet scent of the fruit. It blows his mind how his little dragon smells even sweeter than the fruit.

"I thought I did. Until I knew love doesn't feel like drowning. It doesn't taste like poison." The breath I'd been holding escaped, stuttering unevenly. "So what does it feel like?" His eyes met mine, hot, unremitting. His thumb swept along my jaw, turning my face up to him. "Like this," he whispered, before kissing me again—slowly, purposefully, the type of kiss that took and calmed, scorched and healed simultaneously. The shower continued to run, but I hardly registered it. I was sensing him, his truth, his darkness combining with mine. And yet, even as his mouth devoured my fears, Amelia's shadow clung to the periphery of the steam, refusing to dissipate.

“It doesn’t keep out sound.” She did not say a word but continued staring into nothingness. Dongyue received a basket of coloured berries and some ice-covered fruits from the men and closed the door again. “Now that they are here, I reckon we don’t need the barrier,” he told her. She stared towards the basket. There were red, blue, green, orange and black coloured berries. She knew each magical berry had a different effect that would last temporarily. Red symbolised strength, blue intelligence, green dexterity and orange health. She didn’t understand what blackberries did.

At that moment, Clara knew what she wanted. The trees in the dark forest were nicotine-brown adorned with owls and crows. Its heart and center screamed of death, deprived of the light that could enliven one’s soul. But no. The place itself gave up on the light. Not any amount of brightness could lift it up from its grave. Mist covered the roots. It covered the treetops that even the moonlight failed to pass through. Deadly dapperling littered the ground. Poisonous cowbane grew next to them. The path that faded as it led into the darkness of the woods was carpeted with skeletons.

At that moment, as the mango neared his lips, Dark realized that no matter how bitter, sour, or smelly the shrimp paste tasted to him… Roxane’s presence beside him was still sweeter. “Aaaaaaaaah!” Roxane said as she fed him the mango, even closing her eyes dramatically from delight. “It’s good, right?” she asked proudly, like she planted the tree herself. “It’s delicious, right?” she added excitedly. “Y-yeah… very delicious,” Dark answered, but his expression betrayed him. “Wait, honey… I—I need the bathroom,” he said, pretending to still chew even though it was clearly forced. “Okay…” Roxane said, happily taking another bite of mango and even licking the spicy paste on the side.

"It is a restorative tonic I have been working on. I call it the Velvet Orchard – a blend of dark cherry bark, crushed orchard berries, and a drop of sweet syrup. It will help settle the adrenaline in your blood." Kai looked down at the rich, vibrant colour of the draught, the sweet, fruity flavour already rising in the steam to soothe his frayed nerves. He took a slow sip, his eyes fluttering shut as the warmth spread through his chest, chasing away the bitter chill of the mountain crater. "It is perfect," Kai murmured, opening his eyes to look directly at her. "You are brilliant, Karla. You always have been."