Fruit Basket Kureno Novels & Stories

Abigail, the butler had appeared as well, trying to manage the situation. “I think the strawberries…” Harper tried. “The strawberries are poisoned!” I exclaimed, a finger in my mouth. “What are you saying?” Someone shouted at me. I didn't know who. Anyway, Harper's symptoms didn't worsen. She had a strawberry allergy but it was minor. It simply made her skin itch and redden. The inhouse nurse arrived and we were soon told she was going to be fine. “Such a pitiful soul,” Abigail muttered. “It must have been so painful.”

*** The following day, on August the 5th, Nanako, her father, and her aunt flew to Aurous Hill in the morning on the Ito family’s private jet. There were also maids that Nanako had carefully selected from home arriving in Aurous Hill at random as well as a large number of high-grade flowers purchased from all over Japan. The Americans were good at genetic modification in the field of agriculture, whereas the Japanese were good at breeding. Japan was also more refined in the high-grade categories, and many high-grade fruits were cultivated in Japan, from Fuji apples in the early years to the current king grapes, red-colored strawberries, and spring tangerines. The island really had the highes

Song Jin quickly said . " Erm... it's sweet and juicy ." " Sirs... because this is your first time to visit our farm . You can choose any fruits here and each one of you can fills up five baskets . Two of the workers will bring the fruits for you . You can bring home the baskets to the mansion . Tomorrow my men will get the baskets from the mansion . You can ask for the workers help to fill the basket. Song Jin look at the workers that stands behind the big rattan baskets ." Song Jin politely said to them .

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.

Luna sighed in relief and said, “Not yet. Do you need something, Grandpa?” “I washed some fruits for you. Open the door!” “Coming.” Luna went to open the door. Belarus came in with a plate of mulberries, his eyes constantly darting between the two. Then, he placed the fruits on the bedside table. “These are mulberries. They’re beneficial for your kidneys and are just right for young people like you to eat!” Kidneys? Andrius quickly took the plate of fruit. “Ahem...”

“So cool.” “You find it cool?” He knelt on the ground. Checking the content of the basket. The first one was filled with different sizes of containers and napkins. While the others are full of fruits like mangoes, apples, oranges and some grapes. It was more than enough for the two of them. “Yeah.” His arms were clutching at the rock. Peaking at Henrick’s action. “I mean, even if I became as rich and powerful as you, I don’t think I would be able to make my people feel scared in my presence.”

It was no longer a fortress; it was a sanctuary. I sat in the council chamber, the warm morning sun catching the silver-white of my hair. On the table before me sat a bowl of fresh, roasted cashew nuts, harvested from the southern groves near the coast—a new trade established with the neutral packs of the south. Beside them lay a platter of sliced jackfruit, its sweet, tropical scent filling the room. These were the fruits of a land that had been given back its soul.

They loved her for her good heart. As she approached the park, she took a moment to investigate the contents in the baskets. Apples, bananas, grapes, cherries... guessing to herself she made out that Jen did not know what fruits the prince would prefer so she put together whatever she could find. Shinja did not know either so she went with whatever Jen had come up with.

I said, setting the glass down. “Yes, it certainly is. It is made from Casin fruits grown in a northern orchard,” he explained. I would love to get a tour of everything. This entire place was new and filled with many wonders. It would be an epic experience for all of us who were brand new to this kingdom. Plus, I wanted to see a unicorn. “Why does it have magic in it? I’ve noticed that most things here do,” said, passing three glasses of Casteano down to the guys and taking a half refill of my own.

Cool huh, an untamed dog suddenly becoming a meek little puppy that is careful not to bark. I approached the tall windows and saw how crowded it was outside. The media and some paparazzi were there too. Sales crews assisted Rhio as he passed through the stalls and picked each type of fruit he could see. Jasmin wouldn’t be able to eat all of it before they rot. “Did we get all the fruit varieties in the cart?” Rhio turned to me. “Absolutely.” “Good. What else does a pregnant woman needs?” I noticed the salesladies eyes widened.