Door Door Fruit Novels & Stories

As long as someone took him to the hospital, she could leave this place. Margot only got up and pretended to flush the toilet when she heard someone had brought the fruits to their room. After that, she opened the door and walked out. Curtis smiled and said, "The fruits are here. What would you like to eat? I'll prepare them for you." Entering the room, Margot noticed an array of tropical fruits on the table, including a sharp fruit knife placed among them. She seemed somewhat distant as she quietly responded, "I'll do it myself."

Only some copper rust was shaken off. Andrius frowned slightly. It seemed this door could not be broken through with brute force alone. He carefully observed the door to see if there was anything mysterious about it. Overall, the door was very smooth, especially after the rust was shaken off. There was nothing else besides two large copper rings. “Huh...” Suddenly, Andrius noticed a recessed area. It should be a keyhole. Boom— He punched again, shaking off more copper rust.

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.

she muttered to herself as she rolled on her bed before springing up suddenly at a point “Do we have any fruit in this forest? Did you sight any fruit tree around?” she asked the maid closer to her “Yes my lady, we have the tangerine tree in the forest but if you are in need of some, we can get for you at the storage tent since it’s dark already” the maid replied and she gave out an evil laugh “Don’t worry about getting me some from the storage, I suddenly crave for fresh ones” she replied and the maid opened her mouth in shock

"You haven't finished breakfast." "I'm not hungry." The words were still hanging on my lips when the door was blown open. Not a knock. Not a push. A breach. The massive carved wooden door was rammed open by brute force, slamming against the wall with an explosion of sound that shook the entire house. The hinges shrieked with the scream of twisting metal. The shockwave carried a wave of white floral perfume so thick it made my stomach lurch. Gardenia, tuberose, orange blossom layered on top of each other, the cloying sweetness so intense my stomach cramped and bile surged up my throat.

His head jerked to the fruit. Noel also shifted his focus to the Durian, one hand at his chin. “In fact I do. What’s this fruit called?” Ricky glanced at Noel briefly, before drifting it back to the fruit. “It’s called durian.” “Durian?” Noel shot him a surprised look. “It’s not a material used to make armors?” Ricky’s eyes twitched again. “What BS you’re talking about now?” “So it’s edible, huh?” Noel started to mumble on his own. Ricky started to regret his decision on striking a conversation with this oblivious spud beside him. He should’ve just go.

As he approached the kitchen, he heard a banging on the front door and he frowned. If he hadn’t been so heightened in his ability to hear, he wouldn’t have heard the door under this weather. Aside from the fact that it was raining, the walls of the house were soundproofed and the door was made from a thick oak tree as well. He wondered who could be at his door and why they were banging on the door in the rain. There was a front porch that should shield the caller from the rain, but he doubted that that would even be enough in this heavy, and stormy one.

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.

I had to learn to live, for myself. The door flung open jarring me from my thoughts. April stepped into the house holding up a fruit basket With a wide smile. "It was a war to get this at the fruit market, but I did, along with some other soup ingredients," she said, wiggling the nylon bag she held in her other hand. "That's great, a nice change from all the weird local food the people have been feeding us". "You can say that again" April got out with a pronounced shudder before walking to the Kitchen to drop the stuff.

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.