Door Door Fruit Novels & Stories

I teased back in a mock annoyance. He produced a set of keys from his pocket and unlocked the shed. Pushing the door open he pulled a basket from inside and held it in front of me. The sun started piercing through the dense fog, making me shiver from the sudden heat I had been missing. I looked in the basket to see a bunch of seed packets. “So we’ve already started sprouting some vegetables for this season. But I’d love your input on fruits for the next? What’s your favorite fruit?” he asks and then quickly adds, “And please don’t name something that grows on a tree - we’re just not there yet.”

"Ivy, is this the back door?" She nodded. "This is for the servants to move in and out. The front door is for the owner's family, and we can't go through there without their permission. It's more convenient to use the backdoor." She paused before adding, "Wait for me here. You can find somewhere to sit. I will call you when I come out." "Can you carry this many fruits on your own?" Archer asked. "Two of the bags are ours!" Ivy held two bags of fruits and knocked on the back door.

Drew reached for a set of beautifully crafted glasses, each one uniquely designed with a narrow cut along the rim to hold a slice of fruit. The glassware exuded elegance and attention to detail, a testament to Drew's impeccable taste. He placed the glasses on the countertop, their sparkling surfaces reflecting the ambient light in the room. Once the fruits were sliced and ready, Drew carefully poured the vibrant concoction into the glasses. The rich colors of the juice danced playfully, mirroring the cheerful atmosphere that filled the air. The scent of freshly squeezed fruits permeated the kitchen, infusing it with a tantalizing aroma. I admired the presentation. The glasses were now adorne

He slowly raises my chin up till my gaze meets his and smiles at me with some emotion I couldn't recognize behind his eyes. "I do, I care about you." He professed and my cheeks redden at his comment. "I'll be right back." He stands and walks towards the window, opens it, and throws something out. When I look at him curiously, he shrugs. "It was just a fruit pit." I give a satisfied nod, and go back to eating breakfast, till it hits me. I swiftly raised my head to him. "But strawberries don't have–" Someone knocks on the door and we both freeze. We already had room service so who could that be?

Camille's door was a gentle shade of mint green, little vines crawling along the edges, small flower buds protruding in random locations. I walked down the hallway alone, ultimately finding my own room. As I looked at the door to my bedroom, I grasped why each door was completely unique. They reflected each of the chosen contestants in some way. My own door was a lovely shade of red, not bold or gaudy but warm and appealing. The red faded into various shades of orange and yellow. A thin golden pattern was etched into the door, swirling around the edges and doorknob. The brilliant color matched my fire-kissed hair, and my personality as Aidan would say.

The words came out a little too fast and I realised I was smiling, my chin lifting a bit as pride sneaked in before I could stop it. Elena paused and looked at me over her shoulder, one brow lifting. “Are you bragging right now?” I made a small laugh. “Maybe a little.” She chuckled too, shaking her head as she opened the fridge, the light spilling out and revealing the neatly arranged shelves. Everything inside was organised and carefully stocked. There were bowls of cut fruits, small containers with labels, bottles of juice and milk lined up like soldiers, and what looked like prepared meals sealed and untouched. She reached in and took out a small bowl of fruit, setting it on the counter.

Demetria scanned the door, looking for any clues to help her open them. They were made from solid wood and decorated with dragon figures in every corner and the middle. The beasts had all their heads turned to the center. The dragons looked like they were carved directly from the same piece of wood as doors. Demetria kneeled to peek through the keyhole, but to her utter surprise, she found nothing there. The girl stood up, annoyed. That door had no keyhole, which meant there was no key that could unlock it. Then, how the h*ll, anyone could use it?

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.

“Yeah, Arlo. Are you doing anything important?” “Hmm,” he hummed. “I’m just looking over some papers—nothing that important, though. Why? Do you need something?” “Yup,” I said. “Go run an errand for me. Go to the Asian Market and find a fruit stall named Kevin’s Fruits. It’s in the very back of the alley. Just buy all of the fruits they have.” “Wait, wait. What? You want me to buy fruits in the middle of this weather? I won’t even be able to drive my car!”

she revealed, her voice tinged with excitement. The shop owner's eyes brightened. "Of course! I can arrange that for you," she offered, ready to fulfill Nora's request. Quickly she disappeared into a nearby storeroom. After a brief moment, the shop owner emerged, carrying a bountiful assortment of fresh fruits. She carefully arranged them, skillfully weaving slices of juicy watermelon, vibrant strawberries, and succulent pineapple into an enticing display. With a flourish, she handed the fruits to Nora, completing the ensemble.