Door Door Fruit Novels & Stories

He took a deep breath and said, "I hope they are safe." Dax nodded and looked at the fruit. "Why won't you let me touch this fruit?" Chester smiled and said helplessly, "This place is weird. I think it's dangerous to eat any fruits that grow here. So we need to be extra careful." "Alright!" Dax nodded, but he was still very curious. "But what danger can this one fruit cause?" After that, he picked one and smashed it at the vine wall. Smash! When the fruit got smashed, it emitted a transparent smell.

It took several minutes for me to sit in the wheelchair successfully. I push the wheel until I reach the doorknob. I gently twist it and pull it carefully as it forces me back. As the door opens, the house is quiet as usual. There's no sign of them in the place, and I push the wheel until I arrive in the kitchen, then look for something to eat. What would I expect? There's none, and then I shortly remembered that I just came. So there's no food yet. I look to my left, and I saw fruits on the table. I move my wheelchair until I reach it. I grab my favorite fruit, and it's an apple. I took 1 piece and hurriedly cleaned it. While I'm quietly eating the apple, I saw the clock, and it's already p

Adam said while rubbing his hands in front of the fire. “Come on, Love. You must eat." Luca completely ignored him and pulled me to his side. He let me sit on his thigh while asking me, which one would I try first. I thanked him and started looking at the fruit that he had collected. Some looked familiar, some I'd never seen before. There were seven in total, and I was very interested in the pink fruit with a shape similar to an apple. “Is this the apple in Elden Wood?” I took the fruit and sniffed it.

Inside, the hospital room was adorned with an assortment of fruits, pastries, and a large bouquet of flowers. Cole sat beside Phoebe's bed, carefully peeling an apple for her. Phoebe playfully quipped with a smile, "Are you thinking of opening a fruit stall here with such a variety of fruits?" Cole glanced at the fruit box on the nearby coffee table, which held kiwis, apples, strawberries, citrus fruits, bananas, grapes, pears, and even two large watermelons. Each type was neatly arranged in its own box, creating a colorful and striking display.

The soft hum of conversations and occasional laughter wafts through the air, creating a sense of community. My dorm room door bears my name in vibrant purple hues, accompanied by delicate vine-like illustrations. In contrast, my cousin Jessy's door remains untouched, marked only by the impersonal numeral "fifty three." While etiquette dictates knocking, Jessy's habit of unceremoniously entering my room prevails. Standing at door fifty three, I disregard the customary courtesy and swing it open.

They stood in the kitchen in silence, Mary looking down at her painted toenails. "You said you were having difficulties locating the refrigerator?" Nicholas asked, to which Mary nodded her head. "Come." Mary followed him, and they stood in front of the double French door. Nicholas opened the door, and it revealed the fridge, stocked with fruits and food. "Wow." Mary exclaimed in admiration; she had never seen something like this before.

I stand in the doorway for a second listening, they are discussing me. “Am I interrupting something?” I ask then take a bite out of the apple, flavour explodes in my mouth, I moan around the apple. “Wow, these are so juicy, I must take some home Angelo would love them” The dragon smirks, before his eyes look at the book and he stands making his way towards me.

I wrapped the duvet tightly around my body, like I had a fever, and quietly opened the door. “Where’s the kitchen?” I whispered to myself. After walking around for a moment, I spotted it. The door was slightly open. And fruits sat in a bowl at the center table. There were too many of them. My stomach twisted in joy. I sneaked in and quickly grabbed as many fruits as I could, hiding them inside the duvet. But as I turned to leave, I heard it. A low, inhuman moan. I froze. Slowly, I glanced toward the living room.

he said, peeling bananas for me. "No, you must eat something." I dropped the banana that he gave me and asked him to eat his food, not taking no for an answer. He was able to eat more due to my persistence. I ate some fruits and he escorted me back to my room. "I changed the code of this door to your birth date so that it would be easier for you to remember whenever you want to open the door." he informed me and I looked at him dumbfounded. "How... How did you know my birth date?"

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.