Fictional Fruits Novels & Stories

What she didn’t know— was that this small act— would make him far more dangerous tonight. Soon, they arrived at the fruit-gathering area. Clar’s curiosity flared. She wanted to pick everything—but the original owner rarely left the cave. Her memory held almost nothing about these fruits. She looked at Lucas helplessly. “I know the orange one—Luna picked it before. But what’s this red one?” Lucas explained patiently. “The orange one is Sweet Fragrant Fruit. The red one is Sour Fruit.” She picked one and tasted it. Sour— very sour.

I stood beside Lily, sleeves rolled up, flipping mushrooms in the pan while Lily chopped herbs with the practiced grace of someone who found therapy in cooking. “Careful with those mushrooms,” Lily warned with a grin, watching me nearly flip one onto the counter. “Antonio thinks anything less than golden brown is a crime.” I laughed, cheeks already flushed—not from embarrassment, but from the fact that I could feel Enzo’s gaze drilling into my back from across the room. He was pretending to scroll through something on his phone while leaning casually against the kitchen archway, shirt clinging to his chest, sleeves pushed to his elbows. Too casual. Too focused on absolutely nothing.

As he was speaking, a fruit, that has a resemblance of a pear, appeared in front of us. At first, no one took their fruit because of hesitation and it seemed like that Mammon’s words were not enough to believe him so I was the first to take the fruit and have a bite of it. It’s juicy and sweet. It’s melting on my tongue that makes me want more of it. What kind of fruit is this? After a few minutes, the others seemed convince so they also ate the fruit Mammon gave to them. “Enjoy your food!” Mammon said, then, he turned his back against us.

“And her garden? Ugh. So many fruits you’ve never even heard of. Jabuticaba? Cupuaçu? Graviola?” Sounded like shit I couldn’t pronounce even if you paid me. She had no idea she was talking to a man who knew twenty-three ways to hide a body but not a single tropical fruit. “Don’t even get me started on açaí,” she added, “Not the sugary kind they sell here, I’m talking real açaí. Pure. Earthy. Rich. You’d love it.” My brow lifted. I didn’t even mean to do it. “Would I?”

The house was quiet so maybe he was out. I’d just opened the fridge , reaching for a yoghurt, when Cole appeared behind me like a predator. His big hand grabbed a full handful of my ass, squeezing hard, fingers digging into my soft flesh. “Trying to hide from me again, little sis?” he growled low against my ear, pressing his already hard cock against my ass. “Cute. But I jerked off last night thinking about how soaked that virgin pussy got watching me. I know you fingered yourself raw after seeing me pump that girl full of cum.”

Alright, here’s 600 words of completely random, chaotic-yet-readable stuff: --- Have you ever thought about how bizarre it is that bananas are technically berries, but strawberries aren’t? Whoever came up with fruit classification was either a genius or someone with too much time on their hands. Imagine sitting in a botanical conference: “Yes, folks, tomatoes are fruits, cucumbers are fruits, but that thing called a strawberry? Nope, not a berry. Carry on.” It feels like nature is playing an inside joke and we’re just pretending to get it.

Kalas walked silently and gracefully, while climbing some steep paths… the god seemed to fly to the next path… he seemed not to be on the ground… floating. They arrived at a hill with a large opening, here the air grew thinner… even Rhodia and Reggy could barely breathe…they are having a hard time breathing. In the middle of it all, there is a very large and fruitful tree. From its branches, the tree produces many kinds of fruits...such as cheery, apples, oranges and watermelons? How could it be?! One tree in the snowfield issued several types of tropical fruits from one branch. Kalas whistled and plucked an apple, then ate it.

I quickly ran and took my father along with me and stood outside the bedroom and peeped through the side of the door. “Come and sit here with me. Let's have some fresh lemonade together.” Said Caroline sweetly. “Lemonade! That’s my favorite” Zac exclamied. My father was confused but I asked him to stay quiet and notice everything “I'll go and get it for you.” Caroline moved towards the table and looked back towards the door. I hid back all of a sudden. She noticed that nobody was standing and then looked at Zac once and smiled. Then she turned around and took out a small bottle out of her pocket which had a colorless liquid inside it. She poured it in one of the glasses and mixed it quickly.

Su Zi really did not have a good feeling towards Murong Cheng, glanced at the bag of fruit in his hand with disgust, and sidestepped her face, "I don't want to eat." This is true, she is most annoyed with dragon fruit, it's not sour, it's not sweet, it's not sweet, it's a bland fruit, and it has so many little black seeds! Come on, she has a dense phobia, okay? Bai Wei was about to speak out to persuade her to accept her brother's good intentions when she heard Murong Cheng sneer, "It wasn't originally bought for you." Su Zi bit her lip and glared at Murong Cheng.

She then found a tree with some kind of fruit on it, they looked edible from the fruit that had falling to the ground and half eaten. She was hoping that it was something they could eat them. She decided she would rubbed them with the back of her fingers, and wait a minute to see if she would have some kind of bad reaction. “Those are called Bullace fruit, they are the cousins of plums. They are safe to eat right from the tree.” Shawna heard Dradon whisper into her ear. She Jumped away from him almost wasting her blackberries. She was breathing hard, in shock. “Hey, don’t walk up on me like that, I done been kidnapped too many times for anybody to be sneaking up on me. And why you being weir