Darling X Apple Novels & Stories

“It’s actually not that bad.” “Yes, well… I’ll let you be the judge of that,” Xaden said as he pulled out the necessary ingredients with mild disgust. After I dropped an apple slice—coated with all the salt and pepper I wanted—into my ready mouth with a moan, the expression on his face only deepened, making me almost spit out my food with laughter. “You don’t normally crave things like this… do you?” he asked worriedly. I swallowed my apple slice quickly before laughing out loud.

Even so, few people in the martial arts world dared to offend Alfred. After all, he was a nominal disciple of Stardust. Little Apple did not understand the meaning of the word "Stardust", and he needed to slowly understand it. But he had to listen to his godmother. The name Justin Dale was an alias Little Apple was using now.

There are people in this world who feed on power and fame. “Alpha Maddox!” Alpha Gray’s voice echoed around the ballroom, and I felt all attention fall on us as we made our way to the center of the ballroom. “Welcome back to the Claiming!” But something caught my senses, and I lost track of the conversation going on. My nose was filled with the most delicious scent I had ever smelled in my entire existence — a mixture of moonflower and freshly picked apples. Apples were my favorite food. I could spend my days just eating them.

He walked over to the dining table and carefully placed the box down. When he lifted the lid, the smell reached them immediately. Warm cinnamon. Baked apples. Buttery pastry. Emma’s expression softened. “What is that?” “My mother’s apple pie.” Alexander gave a small shrug. “She makes it whenever I accomplish something.” Emma smiled. “Anything?” “Pretty much.” “Even small things?” “Especially small things.” He smiled. “A good test. A sports trophy. A presentation that didn’t completely fall apart.” Stephanie smiled. “That sounds lovely.”

And there Xavier stood in the kitchen, sinking his teeth into a green apple. He was shirtless, much to the joy of my hormones because they came flooding my blood and fuzzing up my mind. My eyes greedily took in the image of him, as if I hadn't seen him that way before, etching every inch of his skin, every mark, corner and plane of his body onto my brain.

Drool dripped from my chin to the floor as I stare hopelessly at the magnificent reddish seductive skin of the apple “Welcome sir. Would you like to buy some apple?” I heard the man ask “Do you know where I can find a tavern?” “Leave my shop if you didn’t come for my apples” he frowned and stared at me “Very well then” I sigh “I would like an apple” I take one from the stand “That's ten cents sir” he smiled mischievously and i raised an eyebrow at him “You will never find apples as fresh as mine” “I will buy one if you will tell me where to find The False flower”

A lonely night, a night of sweet nightmares. And an apple which is turning red, may be blushing. I was lying yesterday, that kid was never out of my reach. I lied that I left him somewhere inadvertently, but it was intentional. Yet, you are not surprised… By the way I'm concerned about my health, and apples are a good thing to eat here on this planet. (Ard and Earth are similar planets but not exactly, because the author has changed its name, and also people of Ard are blessed with some annoying powers).

I’d barely escaped in my flare jeans and a soft pink blouse. I tied my blue hair in a simple braid, and kept my makeup minimal. Thank the Goddess, I did that. We stop in front of a stall selling caramel-dipped apples, and my throat tightens. Out of all the places, we had to come to this stall. They put this stall in every fair and festival because it’s famous. Caramel dipped apples are my favorite so Bronze brought me here every time we visited an event or fair. Alex notices my response immediately. “Hey, don’t you like the surprise?" he asks, concern flickering in his eyes.

Selah let out a soft, breathless laugh, her cheeks flushing a beautiful, healthy pink as Damaris lifted her hand to the light. "Oh my god," Damaris squealed, her usual professional composure completely evaporating. "Selah! It’s stunning. It’s... it’s so you. Look at the raw cut! Who did this?" She whipped her head around, her sharp eyes pointing directly at Xavier, who was standing near the bar. "Xavier, tell me you didn't just buy this off a rack. This is custom." Xavier didn't answer immediately. He slowly raised his glass of scotch to his lips, a slow, incredibly proud, and possessive smirk spreading across his rugged face.

Jennifer said as she looks around for a available bartender. "Yup! That's why out friendship is hella strong" "I know,right!" Jennifer bangs on the bar counter. "Hello?! Can we get a bartender over here,please?" A male bartender walks to Jennifer. "How may I help you?" "We would like to have a drink" "Okay,what would the two of you would like to have?" "I would like a Chocolate Martini" "And I would like to have an Apple Martini" Sophia said as she licked her lips already tasting the amazing flavor of the Apple Martini.