Door Door Fruit Novels & Stories

Sofia Jones is a seventeen-year-old human who has never met her father. Her mother is never around because she would rather spend her time at the club than with her daughter. She isn't the most popular girl in school and only has one friend, Ella. Sofia has been in love with her best friend's twin brother since middle school, but she knows they can never be together, not only because he is the most popular boy who has been bullying her since freshman year but also because he is her best friends brother. Ethan Black is the most popular boy in school. He is the Quarterback of the football team, and he can have any girl he wants, except for the one he has been in love with since the fifth gr

“If we ever are under attack, do not stay in my line of fire.” He blinked. I bent my head as I opened the door, hiding a smirk. I heard him leave the car a few beats after me. I supposed my appearance did not stand out here as much as it ever did anywhere else. I moved to the closest shop. “Hey, there pretty lady,” said the shopkeeper. “I got the best and freshest fruits in town. And I have everything form jackfruits from Bangladesh, Haitian mangos, Peruvian pacay, persimmons, pomelo, plantain, mangosteen…” he pointed to various exotic fruits.

The blue door had a symbol resembling a compass with four directions of the compass, referred to as arrows. The green door had a symbol of a shield with a sword in it. The point pointed down. Maddie tried to open the door. Since there was no door handle, she pushed with her flat hand. The door didn't give way and she tried to push it with her bodyweight. However, there was no movement. Then pull? She broke her nail trying to do that. With the other door, nothing happened either. Ridiculous! Two doors in a mysterious tunnel and it wasn't going anywhere! And she had been afraid of that in her dreams? The outrage diminished her focus on the environment. She walked back up the stone steps in the

Her heart hammered against her ribs as the brass lock unclicked with a heavy sound. The door swung open, and to her immense relief, it was the same head Beta maid from this morning. The woman stepped into the room carrying a smaller, elegant silver tray. On it sat a crystal bowl filled with fresh fruits, plums, sweet berries, and perfectly sliced winter pears, all cut with immaculate precision. Rosalie’s mouth watered instantly at the sight of it. After a lifetime of eating the scraps left behind by the Ashford pack, the sight of fresh, perfect fruit felt like an impossible luxury.

I remind myself. Pulling the door open, I follow Deimos’s scent through the gym. I weave in and out of the gym equipment until I find myself standing in front of a large door. Pushing it open, I am instantly hit with the smell of Applewood, more pungent than before.

“Here in Tron, swearing on your mother's life is the most serious thing you can do.” The tray was carefully placed on the low table. Aurora approached cautiously, her eyes analyzing each fruit as if one of them might jump at her face. “This round, blue one is sweet,” Samira explained. “But you have to open it with your fingernail. The shell is hard, the inside is cold. Delicious.” Aurora picked up the fruit. It was rough, like a river stone. She squeezed it hard. Nothing. “Like this.” Samira took the fruit, used her thumbnail, and opened it as if it were easy. The inside was silver and steaming.

That’s— …kind of genius? God, I’m insane. But I’m also so turned on I might cry. I creep toward the bedroom door, open it with the silence of a criminal, and tiptoe down the stairs like I’m about to steal national secrets. My skin’s on fire. Every brush of my loose shorts against my thighs makes me whimper internally. Most of the maids have clocked out for the day so the house is still. Once I reach the dining area, I spot the fruit bowl sitting pretty on the marble counter. There. Banana. Cucumber. Apple.

In a huff, I hastily rose from my bed and made my way across the room. However, my movements came to an abrupt halt when I heard strained breaths emanating from outside the door. It appeared evident that the person had rushed to reach this location. I detected the scent emanating from the vicinity of the door in order to trace the origin of it. To no surprise, it carried the fragrance of apples and cherries. The Rogue! With a forceful tug, I swung the door open, catching her off guard, causing her to stumble forward and land on the floor with a resounding thud.

"Nothing about your situation here will change." He turned down a different corridor and I watched him go, while I left for my room. I was almost asleep when I heard something outside my door. A soft sound, something being set down carefully. I lay still until the footsteps retreated. There was a bowl of fruit on the floor outside my door. I stood looking at it for a moment. Then I picked it up and brought it inside.

I closed the door instantly, regretting what I did in the first place. I didn’t know if Alex heard the sound the door made but I didn’t wait to confirm. I ran back to my room and covered my whole body with my bed sheets. My heart was beating so fast and hard. The sight of Alex’s penis made me wet already. I could remember the fast night we made love. He had a seven inches long penis and he knew how to use it properly. My hand found my clitoris as I rubbed it without stopping. I used three fingers, sliding in and out of my pussy. I went faster and harder. In no time, I came, quivering at the end of it all.