Fruit Basket Hiro Novels & Stories

"How's that?" "Much better." I turned and spotted a straw woven basket that was filled with tropical delicacies. "Whoa, Hig," I said while walking to the basket,"someone left us a fruit basket." He smiled. "Must be Jenna. I'll have to thank her later." I turned to face him as I munched on a green grape. "The house sitter?"

When good things come, our past desires also reborn. It has been Essi’s hobby to stroll the Bordeaux market and find good deals there. Her stroll towards the inner parts of the market feels like her fresh meandering in the market of Bayanihan as well. From there, she learned that the best stalls are often at the hinter parts of the market and the best products are often hidden or covered by the old supplies. She happily picks up oranges and other fruits. A special stall offers fresh buko as well. She thought of preparing a buko salad as a special dessert for Oneil to enjoy. While she was waiting for the vendor to pack her items, some fruits rolled towards her feet.

Hilda says, walking towards me. "Yes. It's so sad they would not be mine." I reply, adding a smile to conceal my sadness. "It's okay. It's business." Mum pats my hair. "We got you some fruits. They are in the basket." She adds, hoping to change the topic. I look to see the hand woven basket filled with apples, grapes and kiwis at the top of the mini refrigerator, covered in polka dots napkin. I turn to her. "Thank you, mum."

His face, however, was softer than usual — lined with sympathy that instantly made my stomach drop. My eyes flickered lower — and I noticed for the first time the basket he carried in his other hand, brimming with a colorful assortment of fruits. Apples, oranges, even a few perfectly ripe mangoes peeking out from underneath. I stood up quickly, brushing invisible dust off my dress. "Excuse me," I said to the group, forcing a small smile. "I’ll be back in a bit." Gerard, Christopher, and Phoenix all nodded easily. Morgan said nothing as he followed me silently into the house, down the polished hallway, and into my private office. The heavy wooden door clicked shut behind us, muffling the soun

He’d seen right through her from the start, and there was no point pretending otherwise now. The executive, sensing the shift in atmosphere, began to feel a little uneasy himself. Awkward silences were what he feared most. So, he quickly stepped forward with the fruit basket in hand, offering a smile. "Alright, let’s all take it easy. It’s rare we’re all gathered here—consider it fate. "These were specially picked for Miss Aurora. They’re from her favorite shop. The fruit there is really sweet!"

“Oh, yes! Perfect timing for a guest to have a taste.” Darrion watched in confusion as the gardener calmly put the ladder against the tree and climbed up to pick up the fruit. He looked at the lady. “Um, Madam Serena. I heard the Honey Pearlet is expensive. Is it okay to eat it? I mean, wouldn’t it fetch a high price in an auction?”

Nelson answered their questions with a warm smile, sharing a bit about himself and his reunion with Maiari. With his basket filled to the brim, Nelson made his way to the fruit section. He carefully selected a variety of fruits—sweet mangoes, juicy pineapples, and plump, ruby-red strawberries. Maiari had always loved fruit, and he wanted to make sure she had plenty of options. With his shopping complete, Nelson headed back to his car, the morning sun now casting a warm golden glow over the market. He couldn't wait to return to the cottage and prepare a delicious breakfast for Maiari, using the fresh ingredients he had just purchased.

The only weird thing is that on the day of Hiro’s stay here, he was the one who almost did everything I do for Liro. "Good morning" I heard Liro greet. I was surprised because it's the first time he initiated to greet me in the morning. He has never done that before. "Morning" I answered sparingly. He frowned and stared at me. I immediately averted my eyes from him. Five baskets of strawberries on the side grabbed my attention. Suddenly my face lit up. Hiro's really sweet. I immediately went to five baskets of strawberries. Early in the morning and here I am salivating. I thank Hiro without a voice. Even though he's gone, he's still spoiling me.

The old woman, but not fragile said. "Oh my god! Thank you! I really like strawberry." I said with a giant smile. The old woman smiled at me then she leaves us. She entertains the other tourists. "Here. Use my basket. I won't pick any." Hiro said, handed me his basket, then he shoves his hands inside to his pocket. "Hey, you should pick some for your mother," I say, giving him back the basket but he refuses to get it. "Mum doesn't like strawberry. And so am I." He replied, bored.

It was clear that she was trying her best to make her seem attentive, and she went a step further by handing a mango to Xavia while adding, “Here, taste one, Future Mrs. Burton! These mangoes are from Miyazaki in R Country, and they don’t grow very often. Because of that, you should know that each fruit costs approximately a thousand and five hundred dollars! Don’t be shy to have a bite!” …After conversion… What the hell? Why did such an expensive fruit even exist?! Regardless, though she knew that Fiona was just trying to call her poor, she pretended to be surprised as she replied, “It truly is an expensive fruit, Miss Squire! Well, don’t mind if I do!” With that said, she peeled the skin o