Darling X Apple Novels & Stories

Beryl huffed before biting into her sandwich. Daryl turned her head away to signal the argument was over, “It tastes kinda nice, Daff. Focus on the flavours!” Daffodil’s smile was forced, “It sure tastes good, Daryl!” Daryl’s eyes lit up when she looked over, “Doesn’t it, Daff?! Doesn’t the pasta taste so much better with the crunch of the apple?” The pink-haired fairy placed the rest of the piece down at a corner of her plate, “Mmhmm.”

I was encompassed by an all-pervading smell, of dark chocolate and nutmeg, of pine and dewy grass. Mate. Misha was ecstatic, but I couldn’t allow myself to embrace this now, even if he felt the same. What was it about males whose names began with ‘J’ and bad timing? “Is the Alpha coming?” I managed, sticking to my cover story. “Salted caramel, with a hint of ginger and,” he sniffed the air. “Apples. Red ones to be precise.” Oh no. That bit about the apples rocked me. Was I on Alpha Kane’s radar as well?

"Now get yourself out of here. I need to be done with this early and go home to my wife" * "And here! Apples from the tree at home" Alex smiled. "Oh my god! I missed these juicy apples so damn much!" Larisa cooed. "What apples are those?" Luciano walked into the living room. "You are still living here?" Alex asked, looking over Larisa's shoulder to see Luciano who was now walking towards them. "Why should I be in a hurry? I and my brother are still catching up on a lot of things" Luciano replied, getting in front of them.

Xavier's lips quivered as if he was trying to get his voice out but it failed him. I stretched my fingers and gripped his shoulders. “Have a seat,” I urged and he followed my words. After he took a seat, I inched towards the refrigerator and as I gripped it's knob, it made a low chime. The door to the refrigerator pulled open and the first thing that caugh my eyes were non other than apples. Those. Red. apples. Their bright red color shimmered under the blue lighting in the room. Its glow was in sharp contrast with the outer color which gave it a power over one's attention.

I said, stroking her chin. She drank two full cups before she sighed softly. “Thank you.” I looked around, knowing thirst wasn’t the only issue. Diane would get hungry too; the shocks drained energy. Then I saw an overgrown apple tree behind the house. Fiji didn’t naturally grow apples, but Darlington imported hybrids for his estate. The branches hung low with bright red fruit. I plucked one, washed it, and fed it to her. Diane took a bite, juice dribbling down her chin.

​Xielle collapsed back onto the cushions, her body shaking violently with a volatile mix of residual rage and a sudden, primal hunger she absolutely couldn't control. ​ ​The very moment she was entirely certain his security detail had watched him exit the elevator bay, Xielle reached frantically for her phone. Her stomach was lurching dangerously, but it wasn't from the thought of the green kale salad sitting on her kitchen counter. She needed something cold. Something incredibly sweet, rich, and intensely tart. ​She quickly dialed a number she knew by heart. It belonged to Arthur—Zeke’s lifelong best friend and the current, internationally famous face of the Z Luxury fragrance empire.

They both heard the sound of silverware clanking on the floor, followed by the sound of hasty footsteps coming into the living room. Hera and Ella's eyes widened in surprise when they saw their husbands holding a mountain of sliced apples in their hands. "What the fuck is that?" Hera couldn't help but curse with the bizarre sight. "How many apples did you peel?" Ella asked. "I did 9," Arlos said with pride. "I did 10," Dalton contested. "Just kidding. I did 11," Arlo argued. "Well, I actually did 12," Dalton threw back... "Wait, wait! You collectively peeled 20 fucking apples?" Hera asked incredulously.

He nodded towards them. “Oranges are addictive though. Thousand years ago no one could exist without their morning OJ’s.” Darius frowned slightly. “Did not understand that at all. But if you are asking me, I choose apples.. It’s very simple. Oranges are very bright, flashy and... bright and flashy does not mean anything good. Once one of us tried a huge bright red mushroom and ended up with food poisoning.” “Apples are red.” Nicolai picked up one. “They Are red and flashy....”

Remember to report back how sweet things went after the event… Speaking of which, if you really dislike my idea of offering yourself as a gift, there’s another special way you could try out to make him equally as happy…’ Giving a sigh of relief that Dolly was no longer feeling suicidal, Xavia then raised a slight brow as she asked, ‘…A special way? Within seconds, Dolly sent an image of fruits on a table to Xavia… and it didn’t take long for Xavia to understand what she meant! This…! The photo was engraved so deeply into her mind that Xavia ended up tossing and turning in bed throughout the night…