Door Door Fruit Novels & Stories

“Wasn’t there some dare where you said you ate 15 or so pieces of fruit? What kind of fruit was that again?” Axel reaches between my thighs, his fingers training in between them. I inhale sharply as he grazes the area where my clit is. He starts gently rubbing the outside of my jeans and I feel my cunt getting wetter. My heart rate speeds up, and I’m finding it hard to think straight. “What kind of fruit was it?” Axel asks me again, insistently. I look at him blankly. “Did it start with a K? Or am I misremembering?”

– David Judy’s cheeks warmed. A small smile appeared on her face. “He really cares,” she whispered. Just then, there was a gentle knock on the door. “Madam, may I come in?” a maid asked from outside. “Yes, come in,” Judy replied. The maid entered with a polite smile. “Good morning, madam. Did you see the fruit?” she asked. “Yes, I did,” Judy said softly. “Mr. David ordered it early this morning. He said you must eat fruits first before anything else.”

Marriane strolled in, wheeling Grandma Hartley. “I brought you some fruits,” Grandma Hartley said, setting a large fruit basket on the bedside table. “Adrian said these were your favorites.” My gaze drifted over the basket, which contained one pear, apples, a banana, an orange, and a bunch of grapes. A slow smile spread across my lips. Adrian probably had no idea what my favorite fruit was. He must have walked into the supermarket and told the staff, "Give me whatever healthy people eat." “Thank you, Grandma.”

Edgar had already prepared the ingredients. “Flour?” “Already.” “Butter?” “Already.” “Sugar?” “Already.” Aurora nodded in satisfaction. Then she noticed something in the corner of the table. A small basket filled with fruit. There were red apples, pears, and some berries. Aurora picked up an apple. “Where did these come from?” Edgar smiled. “A shipment from the royal orchard.” Aurora’s eyes widened as she looked at all the fruit. “This many?”

To win votes for the school's annual honors award, my stingy roommate picked rotten fruit out of the trash and made it into fruit cups for our classmates. The moment I found out, I rushed to stop them from eating it. Instead, they accused me of being jealous and tore into me for trying to ruin their chances. That very night, they were rushed to the hospital with severe food poisoning. Afterward, my roommate framed me, claiming I had deliberately poisoned the fruit because I did not want her to win the school honors award. She even hid a bottle of pesticide in my locker and convinced our other two roommates to lie for her. With no way to prove my innocence, I became the target of furious

Everything. In front of us, there was a magnificently crafted wooden door. A fiery dragon was etched perfectly on the door, making it almost seem like it was real. Given what we’d gone through, I didn’t rule this thought out. The theme of the red carpet was reflected here, with finely scraped swords, shields and pistols etched into the doorframe. And amidst all the intriguing work of art there it was. Exactly what Drago Caracas was holding in one of the framed photos by the staircase.

Niko As I survey the room, I notice three distinct doors, each providing access in and out of this space. The first door, positioned at the back, swings open to reveal a cramped area filled with storage cupboards. Among the clutter, I spot an elderly woman nestled among the shadows, her presence almost hidden. She exudes an air of gentle vulnerability, with silver strands framing her soft, weathered face. Though her age marks her features, she radiates a sense of inherent harmlessness, as if shaped by years of quiet resilience.

"Whatever you have, Emily," The little girl pulled out from underneath the stall a basket of fruits of all shapes and colors. Each little finger pointed at each fruit and said, "The black dragon fruit helps the fire-system spirit beast increase its attack power. The blue hedgehog helps the ice-system spirit beast increase its defense; the spiny hedgehog helps the spirit beast level up; I am not sure what effect the red avocado has. Most of them come from murky forests." "Heavy goods, yes?" Aoip asked.

Madam Serena giggled and clapped in glee. Darrion looked up to the tree that has fork like leaves and several greenish fruit, also one yellowish orange fruit. He had ever heard of this fruit tree, and he looked at how it looked like from his father’s book before. But he never actually saw it in person. “That’s the Honey Pearlet?” Darrion asked without looking away from the only orange colored fruit in the tree.

Don said before snatching the fruit from Van’s hand. “What are you planning Don?” As an answer, Don grabs the cage with one hand and forces the fruit into its jaws with another. Who knows what will happen now. Will it float like what happened to the leaf, becomes smaller or grows sticky hands for climbing like what he did? Van wishes the fruit will not cause the cage to mutate into something horrendous. And the cage stops trashing in Don’s hand. The jaws disappear and a door on its top opens. “It opens at the top, it means the locks here are fake or something,” Van muttered, lamenting their waste of effort to pick a dummy lock.