Fictional Fruits Novels & Stories

I have had to lie and tell the headwaiters that the fruit is from our estate - bunch of stupid snobs! 'Outdoor strawberries - that’s like ‘not under glass,’ isn’t it? I mean they will have blemishes and be a bit on the small side, but loads of flavour and could be confused with wild strawberries.' 'You are up to something, Fennella. I hope it is legal.' 'It isn’t,' she confirmed, 'but it’s among friends and if they find out they won’t grass me up to trading standards - will they?'

Rengganis said, looking flatly at her subordinate. “My apologies, Your Majesty. I only wanted to give you this,” he said, offering the bundle. Rengganis frowned and took it, unwrapping the leaf. “These are ciplukan fruits and cashew apples.” “These are edible?” Rengganis asked doubtfully. She’d never seen fruits like these in the palace. “Yes, these are fruits we often eat in the forest. We don’t have apples and the like here,” the man explained, adjusting the cloth tied around his head. “Forgive me—”

Without lifting his head upon hearing her, Reginald stared at the computer screen and remarked, "So, have you figured it out so quickly?" Figured out what? Heloise wanted to hurl profanities at him but restrained herself. Instead, she solemnly placed the fruit plate by his side. "Please help yourself to some fruits." Reginald kept his gaze low. Watermelon, passion fruit, strawberries, cherries, hawthorn berries, bayberries... A plate of vivid red fruits, sliced somewhat haphazardly, resembling an offering of crimson blood to a vampire. And he, he was that vampire.

It had been a long, brutal day. Earlier, before nightfall, we managed to gather some fruits—apples, oranges, and strange purple ones none of us recognized. Oddly enough, some didn’t even belong here in Bantayan. A few had been so large and heavy we had to leave them behind, like the cocohair fruits. I didn’t care what they were anymore; we were starving, and they were edible. And there was the stream. Clean water. At least, it seemed clean enough when thirst gnawed at us harder than caution.

To see the legendary fruit right in front of him caused an enraptured and relieved smile to form on his lips. “You’re saved, Faye,” he cooed, his grin blossoming into one that echoed a mirthful child’s. He watched as the flowers and greenery surrounding the fruit withered and shriveled, until all there was left was the Ambrosia Fruit and its odd, colorful resplendence. It glimmered and dazzled in glorious radiance, puzzling its onlookers with the nagging feeling that it was more than just a fruit and more of an actual, sapient lifeform.

All the students sat in front of the richly laden tables and had a quiet lunch in the great hall of Elmbridge School of Magic. The tables were full of all kinds of goodies, all kinds of fruits from all over the world such as bananas, grapes, mango, pineapples or purple oranges, but also rare fruits that sceptics wouldn’t have the courage to try. Such as wild strawberries, as tiny as a bead and sour like pickled cucumber and sweet blackberries hotter than any known pepper, found only in the depths of the Ancient Forest. And of course, in Rujnoiu’s shop ...

He would instruct them to plant it near the river, that way the tree could always have water and it would bear tasty fruit. When all the apples have been consumed, Fyn's eyes fell on the other fruits inside the rucksack. There were mangoes and strawberries. The other fruits, he couldn't possibly name. There was a large green fruit with bumpy rinds. It was bigger than Fyn's head. There was also a bright magenta fruit with green elongated peels. There was even what looked like a small yellow melon with deep white stripes.

I munched the strawberries happily but I could see a look of reluctance fixed on Harper's face. “You don't like strawberries?” I asked shortly. I was being like Harper too, meddling it business that shouldn't be my concern. “No, that's not it… I'm a big fan of strawberries!” Harper replied. She picked one delicately and threw it inside her mouth. She was obviously not munching. “You don't have to eat it if you don't like it, baby,” Olivia seemed to have noticed too. “Someone once told me strawberries weren't as sweet as they looked. He didn't like it because of that.”

Marcus's face darkened, feeling somewhat uneasy. Phyllis looked at Mr. Marcus, hesitated for a moment, and calmly said, "Sapote, also known as the fruit of desire. In other words, it's a love fruit that can stir up desires in people. Do you understand?" "Damn, what kind of weird stuff is this?" Mr. Marcus couldn't help but curse. This was too eerie. No wonder there was a sickeningly sweet smell to it.

Onur-Love wins, and the forbidden apple is sweeter than everything, only we know that because we experienced it. Lenor-Let everyone gets such love.