Fruit Basket Guys Novels & Stories

As we dug into our breads and pastries, we heard a cart approach us. "Fresh fruit and vegetables!" the driver cried, his voice echoing across the port. "Fruits and vegetables, ripe for the picking!" Mia looked at me, her eyes shining with excitement. "Let's see what he's got!" We walked over to the cart, where the driver was unloading his goods. Mia picked up a handful of apples, shaking them in her hand before putting them back down. "These are too mushy. What else have you got?" The driver smiled, pulling out a basket of crisp, green tomatoes. "These will be perfect for your salads," he said, holding out the basket for Mia to take.

Thinking of nothing else, he walked towards the basket and instinctively closed his nose. The stench of the fruit was revolting. Fyn thought it made sense that the Nǣps wanted to eat them since they have no noses. Fyn cleared his throat, pointing towards the fruit, "That's a ginkgo." The Nǣps, as if finally realizing that Kavan wasn't alone, gasped. Suddenly, they dropped the leaf basket they were holding. Below them, the ground opened up, and inside they jumped. The only thing that could be seen were the top of their heads. If they had not been talking moments ago, he would have thought they were nothing but ordinary turnips.

I looked for different fruits with sweet tastes, sour tastes, tangy flavors, and some with a mixture of both. After picking the fruits, I washed, personally cut and packaged them, then asked a sentinel to deliver the fruit to his office. I came back to video call Reis, and he was frowning at me. "You really love to work yourself out, don't you?" he stated dryly. "It's fine, Reis. You should get my package in no time." I smiled at him. Someone knocked on his door, and a Tartarus Pack company worker came in with the bowl of freshly cut fruit I had packed for Reis. The smile on my face widened.

Life had found a new rhythm lately—quiet, intimate, and filled with anticipation for the baby we were eagerly awaiting. The doorbell rang, interrupting the peaceful moment. I rose to answer it, wondering who it could be. When I opened the door, I found Francine, my business partner, standing there. Dressed sharply as always, she held a beautifully arranged basket of organic fruits. “Thiago,” she said with a bright smile, “I thought these might be good for Bridgette. It’s important for her to stay healthy, especially now.” I smiled politely, taking the basket. “Thanks, Francine. That’s thoughtful of you. I’ll make sure she gets these.”

"None of our bases can reliably grow fruit. Whenever any base manages it, they hold an auction like this." Hayley looked at him. "What if I supply the fruit, you handle the sales, and I give you 10% commission?" Nathaniel didn't hesitate. "That works. Bring as much fruit as you've got. They'll take all of it."

Ponjie gasped and was about to talk again when Fruto cut him off. “Shut up. Only until the ground floor. If people saw us like this, you’ll lose your image.” “I’m very touched. Thank you.” “Let me hold your bag too.” Fruto offered. “It’s fine. It’s just clothes. Don’t you feel disgusted that I'm all sweaty?” “Do you want me to drop you? You said we’re friends. Don’t friends help each other out? Besides we’re both men, what are you so fussy about?”

GWEN The market was already busy when Daisy and I stepped in. The sound of voices rose from every corner. Sellers called out their goods, children laughed, and women argued over prices in a playful manner. “Fresh fruits here, sweetest you will ever taste,” a man shouted from the front of a stall filled with baskets of mangoes and oranges. “Two dollars for the bread, take it or leave it,” another woman said loudly to a customer. A young boy ran past us with a basket of small fishes and yelled, “Make way, make way.”

Ava frowned as she ate the last of the fruit basket. It was filled with some of the most delicious fruits: the juiciest grapes, strawberries, and mangoes. It was truly something she would definitely go and buy for herself in the future. Ava wanted to buy one now but she was leaving the country in a few hours and surely could not finish it in that amount of time.

He approached the fruit vendor, a cheerful, elderly man with a wide grin, who welcomed him warmly. "Good afternoon, sir," the vendor greeted, his eyes twinkling with enthusiasm. "I've set aside a box of fresh strawberries, oranges, kiwis, and pineapples just for you. They are perfect for someone who's not feeling their best. Why don't you pick whichever you like best?"

To win votes for the school's annual honors award, my stingy roommate picked rotten fruit out of the trash and made it into fruit cups for our classmates. The moment I found out, I rushed to stop them from eating it. Instead, they accused me of being jealous and tore into me for trying to ruin their chances. That very night, they were rushed to the hospital with severe food poisoning. Afterward, my roommate framed me, claiming I had deliberately poisoned the fruit because I did not want her to win the school honors award. She even hid a bottle of pesticide in my locker and convinced our other two roommates to lie for her. With no way to prove my innocence, I became the target of furious