Fruit Basket Fanfic Novels & Stories

Ruby pushed Sean gently towards the exit. "Alright, I can go out myself." Sean went out and the door closed. Ruby started to treat Ana. After treating Ana the girl opened the door and found Sean still standing there. Ruby just shook her head. "How was it?" Sean approached the bed where she lay. "Right leg is sprained and her back is bruised but she's fine, should be conscious soon." Ruby looked at Ana as Sean did. "Is she really your mate?" Ruby asked Sean. "I didn't expect it either." Sean sighed.

He looked so fresh—in a navy blue t-shirt that clung to his toned chest, khaki trousers, and that effortless Vitalio charm radiating from his blond, slightly mussed hair. "There she is," Lucas said brightly. "You’re glowing." I wanted to melt into the floor. "How’s everything, Evelyn?" I smiled. "Good. Studying, you know. Trying to keep up." We all sat down at the small breakfast nook. Enzo handed me a cup of coffee. Our fingers brushed and it felt illegal to feel that tingling feeling. I was flustered. It was like I got caught red handed doing something I shouldn't. I didn’t dare meet his eyes. Not yet.

00Sally stopped her from handing the fruit to Pine and said, "I'm going to wash and cut it, and then give it to you, sir." 00Ni Ya looked at the Sakyamuni fruit in her hand. It seemed to be eaten directly, and it was not very delicious. So she put the fruit into the bamboo basket and said, "Don't mess with these things in the basket." 00"I know. These people are so large, so there won't be any chaos." Sally said. 00With a smile, Niya crawled into the arms of Dianne. "I picked those especially for you. Try them later, and see if they're sweet or not."

, I barked out. I opened the basket and It was filled with different types of fruits, I tossed them out one by one, toward my men saying, “Is this what you are scared of, fruits?”. Almost done, I stood up to leave, anger clouding my face when my eyes spotted a box, I bent down to pick it up. It was a little gift box with a side note pasted on it. It reads, “A little something from your lovely wife who you miss dearly, Leah”. Messenger, Aiden.'

Unknowingly thinking about how she would taste. "You don't like fruits?" Anna asked and I absent-mindedly blurted out, "I would like to have strawberries, instead" I froze right after mumbling it out and it smacked me back to reality as she burst into laughter. Hopefully, she didn't know anything about that. But I saw a couple of eyes staring daggers at me. Juliette was standing right behind her sister and I could see from her expression that she understood what I meant. Her eyes narrowed as she gritted her teeth in anger. I might look like a pervert to her.

He’s purposely holding himself back for many reasons, a few of which disappear from his mind when Alex pulls him back, lips brushing over his forehead. Boyfriendbots are apparently really, really good at what they do, Shantal observes.

Looking forward to its release, she stopped eating and remembered the feeling she had when she was designing it. “How ironic that when I release [Fantasy], mine has already ended…” Andrea murmured. She then looked down at her plate to take the fruit that she placed there. However, it was gone. Her eyes went to the fruit bouquet in front of her, and a hand was reaching for another piece. It’s just that the person was caught, so his hand trembled a little. He then sneered as if deflecting the words to be said. “You weren’t eating. I thought you thought it tasted bad, so I took some.”

Danica said softly looking at the three of them. Ariadne smiled and held out her hand for the fruit. “I think I know how to see the fruit.” Danica looked at her sister a little confused but held the fruit out to her. As Ariadne went to grab it Patrick took it before Ariadne could get to it. He gave her a look before taking the fruit and rubbing it on his forearm. The juices leaked on to his skin as the prickly points of the fruit cut into his forearm skin leaving little cuts.

I looked at them, feeling nothing but pity. Katie's mother started making a scene, shoving a finger right in my face and hurling insults. "If you had money and could afford that villa, would Katie have gone to Luke for help? She did it all for you! It's all your fault!" As I looked at her contorted expression, my stomach churned so hard I nearly retched right there. At that moment, our three years of relationship had turned into the most nauseating joke. "My fault?" I slowly raised my right hand, which was secured with steel pins and braces and wrapped thickly in bandages.

Marriane strolled in, wheeling Grandma Hartley. “I brought you some fruits,” Grandma Hartley said, setting a large fruit basket on the bedside table. “Adrian said these were your favorites.” My gaze drifted over the basket, which contained one pear, apples, a banana, an orange, and a bunch of grapes. A slow smile spread across my lips. Adrian probably had no idea what my favorite fruit was. He must have walked into the supermarket and told the staff, "Give me whatever healthy people eat." “Thank you, Grandma.”