Enel Fruit Novels & Stories

He hoped that the cool water from the bottle could make Fewa wake up soon. On the way back to where Queenie and Fewa were, Deril saw some fruit. The land on which they landed was very fertile. Beautiful flowers, thick grass, shady trees, and delicious-looking fruits were tempting. Deril took the fruit as he could to fill their supply bags. The fruits were unusual fruits Deril encountered in their natural world. There were quadrangular fruits of yellow and delicious colour. Then another fruit of irregular shape. But all the fruit colours were bright and made Deril increasingly hungry. It would be great to eat with Queenie and Fewa. After all their supply bags were packed, Deril returned to Qu

It was one of the best fruits with the most unique taste in Lockwood and it was incidentally Elsa's mother's favorite fruit. When Eric Jett was courting Elsa's mother Becky so many years ago, he had bravely climbed this tree which was slimy and so high up in the sky, and had plucked a sizeable amount of the Guampe fruit for Becky. She had been so happy and immediately gave her consent for them to get married. Five years ago, when Elsa was only fourteen years old, Becky had told her about her love for the Guampe fruit and how her father had risked his life to offer them to her. It wasn't sold in the market because it was extremely difficult to get and it was it's season.

she said, handing the food to some older kids. “Teacher Ellen, Nina is here too,” one student chirped. “Uncle Michael brought her, and he’s been busy in the yard all afternoon,” another added. Ellen went outside and saw Nina playing happily. Michael had rolled up his sleeves, grafting fruit tree branches. His white shirt was smeared with dirt. “Mr. Benitez, Nina,” Ellen called. Nina ran to her, eager to be picked up. Michael smiled. “The kids said these trees bear fruit every year, but the fruits are small and sour. I’m grafting new branches so next year the fruits will be better.”

Alessia's POV The horse that Elijah and I were riding began to move forward after that matter. I am now chewing a fruit they call Soursop. It's Guyabano as far as I know but they laugh at Soursop here. It's not sour like tamarind, it's sweet and juicy to be exact, although sometimes there is a bit of distinctive sourness of the fruit it tastes delicious.

Rhoda cautioned her husband. “Honey, look out!” Rudolf called from the rear door, "What's the matter, Honey?" Rhoda hurriedly gazed out the window as Robert clutched in her arms. Rudolf exclaims. "Look what I found from those bushes around!" he adds, "Pomelos, lemons, and green oranges from the garden. These trees are already giving citrus fruits!" he shouts. "These are nutritious vitamin-C fruits. Guavas, atis, and guyabano are plentiful here. Some fell down on the ground." Rudolf added.

She truly hadn't expected that a passing comment she made once would be remembered so carefully by Zander—let alone that he would go through the trouble of replicating it for her. Elena glanced at the cooler and realized it wasn't just cherry wine. There was the pale gold shimmer of peach wine, crystal-clear lychee wine, a deep and mysterious blueberry, and a tangy passionfruit... it was a veritable treasure trove of fruit wines. "Liana, I sampled them for you before I came. The blueberry one is also quite good; you should try that one too." Zander sat across from her, his gaze lingering on her face with a trace of longing.