Door Door Fruit Novels & Stories

Joe finally looked at Chad and said, "Chad, why won't you sell the Hall of Herbs to me?" Chad looked at Joe as if he were an idiot. He pointed to the shop's door and said, "Those doors are made of Golden Phoebe Wood, which can be sold for tens of millions of dollars. My place is full of those doors."

She thought Edwin was judging me for being pregnant and she was smirking with satisfaction. Edwin glanced at the cardboard box on the floor, and when he saw the broken frame with a picture of me and Matthew, his smile vanished. "Why keep this junk around?" I laughed too, and as I walked past the box on the way, I gave it a kick. "Right. Once you toss out the trash, there’s no need to pick it up again." With that, I ignored Matthew's scowl and slid into the passenger seat of the Porsche. I had to say, riding in that car worth over three hundred thousand dollars was really comfy.

Thank God we are all safe. Adam, proudly explained, I'm proud to say that I picked some fruits, I got it from the small island at the middle of the ocean. Really? You have reached that island? Vhiann curiously asked. Yes I reached that island and I have discovered that, what's in it is not just a fruit bearing tree, he added. They all reacted, "Huh? What do you mean?" What's makes the island interesting is that, I saw a unique door on its trunk. It is coated by silver and the door knob has a tag, he explained.

he forwarded the fruit basket to her. It was small and accumulated an apple, a bunch of grapes, two bananas and a few strawberries and black berries with a peeled sliced dragon fruit and several lychees. From every angle it appeared that the basket was properly organized with those fruits (that was because Alan bought it from the market) But he only put those fruits that can be stolen easily. He had to make it look like it was stolen after all!

"Ah, I see. Your brother is lucky to have you looking out for him." With his purchase in hand, Adam made his way back to the fruit section to collect the assortment of fruits he had requested earlier. Upon arriving at the fruit section again after his trip to the meat section, Adam was pleasantly surprised by the vibrant display of fresh fruits. The colorful array of strawberries, oranges, kiwis, and pineapples caught his eye, and the sweet aroma in the air enticed his senses. He approached the fruit vendor, a cheerful, elderly man with a wide grin, who welcomed him warmly.

I shook my head. "Well no. Cos the only fruits inside the fridge are bunch of bananas that belongs to sienna. Since she likes to suck on one every morning, why don't someone just get her a dildo or something to suck on instead of stocking up the fridge with bananas. Some of us have other favorite fruits." He loudly chuckled and I realized a minute too late of what I just said. Oh well. Its already been said, so who cares? "Did you just say dildo?" I folded my arms across my chest.

He would only piss me off with his replies. Shortly later, the two guys standing in the room with me also exited the room, but Mr unknown came back minutes later bearing fruits for me to eat. Immediately he placed the plate of sliced fruits directly beside me, he left in a hurry, but despite the hurry, he didn't forget to secure the door with a padlock. I could hear the clicking on keys with a padlock.

"Almost there. The cottage exit is just ahead." Beverly could see it now. A wooden door, identical to the one in the wine cellar. Diro reached it first, set down the duffel bag, and yanked at the handle. It did not move. "What—" Diro pulled harder. "It is stuck." "Let me." Maurice moved forward, adding his weight to Diro's. The door groaned but held fast. Years of moisture had swollen the wood, wedging it tight in its frame. The footsteps behind them were getting closer. Beverly could see the flashlight beams now, reflecting off the wet tunnel walls. Maybe thirty seconds behind them. Maybe less.

Nodding my head, I made my way to the door and headed out ******** I stepped out of the cab, passing the driver some dollar bills as I made my way into the estate, clutching the bag of fruits I got her on my way I approached Mrs. Carla's entrance door, I rang the doorbell, waiting for over a minute without a response. I pressed the bell again and suddenly muffled chatter filled the air, followed by the sound of footsteps approaching the door

I said sharply. She blinked at my interruption, but she still managed to smile. “Of course! You could get some fruits, a bouquet, and a ‘get well’ card.” I nodded as she spoke and then whispered, “Thanks.” before walking away to the fruit section. The fruit section was another battle entirely. What kind of fruit would Marrissa even want? Something sweet? Something soft? Something easy to eat? Hell, I had no idea. I stared at the selection like it held the answers to the universe. But unfortunately it did not.