Fantasy Fruit Novels & Stories

"Actually, this fruit is called Dreamshade. Your son fell into a deep sleep because he mistakenly ingested it." "Dreamshade? I've never heard of it." "Dreamshade is a purple fruit that grows on the Dreamshade Tree. It contains a substance called Dreamshade, which can plunge a person into a deep sleep and dreams, making them unable to wake up and distinguish between reality and dreams, ultimately leading to a sleep-induced death." "Sleep-induced death?!" Zachary widened his eyes in horror. "I also ate this fruit, but why is it only my son who fell into a sleep?"

It was clear that she was trying her best to make her seem attentive, and she went a step further by handing a mango to Xavia while adding, “Here, taste one, Future Mrs. Burton! These mangoes are from Miyazaki in R Country, and they don’t grow very often. Because of that, you should know that each fruit costs approximately a thousand and five hundred dollars! Don’t be shy to have a bite!” …After conversion… What the hell? Why did such an expensive fruit even exist?! Regardless, though she knew that Fiona was just trying to call her poor, she pretended to be surprised as she replied, “It truly is an expensive fruit, Miss Squire! Well, don’t mind if I do!” With that said, she peeled the skin o

Unknowingly, I was waiting for his arrival. "What's this?" I asked surprised. I leaned my body against Dylan's body. It's been my favorite position lately. “I brought you fruits from the forest in the eastern region. These fruits were difficult for ordinary people to obtain because the forest where they grew was almost filled with monsters. I'm sure this fruit will suit your taste, Fuschia,” Dylan said, his glittering eyes remind me of stars, looking for an appreciation.

Why was he suddenly acting like this was some kind of inspection? Shaking it off, he pulled out his phone again, browsing through the fast food menu. Burgers, fries, fried chicken, milkshakes, it was the exact kind of food that would make Dante frown and Maya laugh. Perfect. He tapped in the order, scheduling it for delivery at six.

She turned to the window and said, "Yeah, they were really sweet. You missed out." Truth was, they were overwhelmingly sugary with a strong artificial flavor. She felt like her tongue had been attacked. Jayson tapped his fingers lightly on the steering wheel. "Do you know what those fruits are called?" Ariel turned to him. "You do?" Next time, she would make sure to avoid that fruit altogether. He tilted his head and said, "They're called Dumbyr." Ariel frowned, confused. "What does that mean?" Jayson put on a song. "They say if you eat them, you'll get smarter. Looking at you now, maybe it worked."

I pictured him bending me over that same kitchen counter, calling me his dirty little stepsister while he fucked me even harder than he’d fucked her. The fantasy pushed me over the edge fast. My thighs trembled as I came hard, biting down on my fist to muffle my moan, my pussy pulsing against my fingers. I slid down the door, breathing ragged, fingers still tucked between my legs. This was going to be a very long two weeks.

This fucking Demigod looked like he had just walked out of a magazine. I had always wondered how he'd look while naked. Sorry, us. And here we were, clothes ripped off and ready for sin. “You'd be my stepsister in a few weeks, don't you care?” I shook my head quickly, almost like cutting him off. “No, I don't.” “This is forbidden.” He pressed a smirk on his lips. He wasn't just interrogating me, he wanted to know the level of my desperation—how eager I was for this. “Rotten Fruit tastes sweetest,” I mentioned, grinning like an idiot. “Soren, now I don't care about fucking taboos.”

It was a dragon fruit. The vivid pink and green colors hit my eyes like a physical blow, dragging my consciousness backward through time. This was the exact same exotic fruit I had lovingly given to Stefan on the very night everything in my normal life started to fall apart. It was the fateful night when a wave of brand new, terrifying problems that I didn't even begin to understand started to aggressively hunt me down.

Ela’s house – “Ela where is french toast? Are you forgot I had told you to make french toast for Adson?” Ela’s mom were shouting at Ela while sitting on dining table… there was everyone present accept Ela… she was in kitchen making french toast for her brother… “Yes mom it’s.. its just ready ah!!” Ela scream in pain as her hand got burn… “What the hell… cant she make breakfast on time? She know I have a strict schedule but still she doing this so I get late”

Lorenzo POV I was going to take her back to the camp but changed my mind at the last minute to take her for a ride. We both needed the open space to clear our thoughts, the ride was very quiet, and the times I stole glances at Nadia, she looked so lost in thought. After driving for about forty-five minutes I pulled into my property, it is two thousand acres of farmland the major crop grown on the farm is grapes and apples, which when harvested, can be used for juice and wine.