Novel & Cerita Fruit Basket Fanfic

she said and looked at her reflection in the mirror wall beside her, there is no way she can compare herself with that beautiful girl. ‘Still… the way Dr. Wang was looking at her… that warm gaze and his protective attitude… how it would have felt…’ the girl thought looking while looking at Lufan, who was hugging the short girl tightly. The 'Perfect Couple' was busy in their own world… Meanwhile, on the other side of the road, “Trust me, it will taste delicious!” “No ways!” “Brother, I want to make a perfect fruit custard for you and without grapes—”

"If you really want buko juice, I'll climb up there to get you some fruit no matter how tall the tree is—" "Wew" "Huh?" "I hope everyone is prepared to climb even if the tree's height reaches the sky. Come on, I want to leave here," she said to the young man, "and I don't want your BJ," Carnation added as she led the way. Luca chuckled and shook his head. Luca left the basket in the nipa house; they were empty and only contained dirty dishes; he would simply order someone to retrieve the basket when they returned to the mansion later.

He decided to tease her a little bit, he frowned, “Maybe this is one of your ploy to break my heart again” “Ivan I promise, it will never happen again, see I got you something”, she opened the basket in her hands and showed it to him, “Your favorite” He raised a brow. “Iris told me. I know I do not so much about you, at least not as much as she does but we will figure that out…” “One strawberry?”, he looked at her quizzically. “What?”, she peered into the basket and pouted, “I am sorry I ate it on the way”, her hands cradled her stomach, “I was really hungry”

“You’re such a stick in the mud. But whatever, suit yourself. I’m going tomorrow after work to check it out myself.” I nodded. “Yeah, you do that.” I sat at the kitchen table eating my pasta watching as he wiggled excitedly in his seat. “I can’t wait. I wonder if they fit their stereotype. Pale skin, formal clothing, knife-sharp fingernails, pearly white fangs, and super speed. Maybe I can find myself a vampire boyfriend. That would be so cool!” I chuckled at his excitement. “Go for it. Whatever helps you sleep at night. Feel free to use the guest room. You know where everything is.”

Standing tall, and utterly unbothered, with my nightdress dangling loosely from his fingers. The corner of his lips tugged upward into that lazy, arrogant smirk I have come to hate so much. "Fancy seeing you here, Peaches. I'm surprised darling Fiancèe left you to wander alone in the mansion... at night. Especially when "Damon" is around." I rolled my eyes, "I'm glad you know how overbearing you can be." I tried to snatch the dress from his hands, but he brought it higher. My lips pursed in frustration, "Hand me my dress, Damon. I'm not in the mood for this."

The doctor came in to check on me three different times, and Alan still didn't show up. Right before I went to sleep, I glanced at my phone one last time and saw Larissa Fennimore's new post on her social feed. [Every time I get hurt, my knight in shining armor shows up. I'm so lucky!] The picture under it was a shot of Alan putting a bandage on her. Larissa's profile picture was a yellow mango. It was pretty, but it made me sick.

Later, I changed the sheets to gray. Sophia kept talking, unaware. "So if your fiance couldn't even handle pink sheets, maybe he didn't love you enough." The cup burned my fingers. I almost dropped it. I tried to smile. "Maybe he didn't." The room went quiet. Sophia looked confused, but Luca's voice turned cold before she could ask. "Or maybe he came back and found out the woman waiting for him hadn't waited at all." My breath caught. Sophia frowned. "Luca, what does that mean?"

This dying pain was worse Inside that basket was a single dragon fruit. It was Alpha Stefan's favorite food. It was a very rare fruit, and it took me hours to find it. I had walked around the whole market this evening, looking at every single stall until I finally found it. I hoped this gift would make him happy so he would finally mark me as his mate tonight and make this terrible pain stop. Finally, the huge doors of the castle appeared in the dark. The guards standing at the entrance looked at me with wide eyes but didn't say a word

"Nonsense! You've done more for me than you realize. It's the least I can do." Flora watched as Catarina arranged the fruit in a colorful display, the bright reds, yellows, and greens a stark contrast to the dullness of the hospital room. The sight of the fresh fruit, cut with care and arranged with love, filled her with a deep sense of gratitude. She reached out and took a piece of mango, savoring the sweet, juicy taste as it burst in her mouth.

he says, pinching my cheek. “Thank you.” He smiles at me and walks off toward the pantry. I watch him disappear, touching my chest as my heartbeat slows. *Get a grip, Amaija. He’s just being nice. A plate of fruit doesn’t mean he wants to marry you and be a father.* But—I look down at the fruit and smile. I promised myself I’d enjoy this while he’s still here. I pick up the fork and start eating, noticing the heart-shaped pineapple pieces. I pick one up, smiling as I examine it. Is this some kind of love token? “What are you smiling about?” he asks, walking out of the pantry with a basket of ingredients.