Fruit Basket Momiji Novels & Stories

I just can't believe it looked like I never left. Grandma opened the cabinet filled with small baskets of fruits. Oranges, green apples, blue and black berries which I don't know where they get those, mangoes, guava which I haven't tasted that in my life, pineapple, dragon fruit which I wonder if Emilia Clarke the mother of dragons in Game Of Thrones planted those like how she raised her dragon offspring, kerson fruit berries and some fruit I never seen before. I looked around and recognized paintings with my signature. Paintings I threw last year. I wonder how these stuffs got here.

What did I do to have such a friend as her? “Ysekiel… thank you… really. I am so lucky to have you…” The door opened revealing the figure of my mother. She is holding a basket full of strawberries and blueberries, I can also see some red fruits which I conclude as raspberries if I am correct. “Mom…” I called her. Ysekiel look at me and kiss me in my cheeks. “Take care girl. You better get well soon or else you won’t make it in Ryuu’s wedding.

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

The lake came into view as we stepped through the last of the tree line. A vast, mirror-still body of dark water stretched ahead of us, framed by jagged cliffs on the far side and a ring of dense, thorny undergrowth. The Southern Fruit tree we’d been searching for stood proud and alone by the edge, its silvery bark gleaming faintly in the morning light. Bright crimson fruits hung from its branches like dripping rubies. Norma and Anita gasped simultaneously.

“Here. Mango pudding. I bought it at the Japanese shop near the escalator. Gian likes this. You should try it. It isn’t too sweet.” Aurelia looked at the small container with hesitation. Her heart sank in surprise. Slowly, she accepted it and nodded. “Thank you, Mom.” Mrs. Lestari answered only with a faint smile before stepping ahead toward the elevator. They entered the apartment without much conversation. Before leaving again, Mrs. Lestari simply said, “Take good care of Gian.” After the door closed, Aurelia stood there for a moment. She held the pudding container close to her chest, as if the small object might be proof that maybe, just maybe, there was a small opening she could reach in

he forwarded the fruit basket to her. It was small and accumulated an apple, a bunch of grapes, two bananas and a few strawberries and black berries with a peeled sliced dragon fruit and several lychees. From every angle it appeared that the basket was properly organized with those fruits (that was because Alan bought it from the market) But he only put those fruits that can be stolen easily. He had to make it look like it was stolen after all!

Each of the five fruits dangling from the tree was crystal clear and glistened in red, as if they were natural red agate. Tyr wondered out loud. “What are these?” “Salvo magical fruit and White Hops Grass. Our ancestors brought them out of some forbidden lands,” Otes explained. “White Hops Grass was one of them, and it can only be harvested once every ten years. They have a strong medicinal value that the 1000-year ginseng and 100-year reishi mushroom can’t match.”

Zina When I saw my mom, I beamed and rushed over to wrap her in a tight hug, feeling a wave of comfort and warmth wash over me. "I’ve missed you so much, Mom," I told her, holding on just a bit longer before pulling back to look at her. She smiled softly, her eyes filled with the same gentle love I had always known. She had brought me a large basket filled with goodies—mangoes, oranges, plump strawberries, cartons of Greek yogurt, and my favorite brand of organic granola from Nature’s Path.

"Wow, you bought me so many fruits! There are blueberries, dragonfruits and mangosteen! They're all my favourites! Daddy, I love you so much." "When Rita heard that there was food, she forgot the problem that she and Mango had been discussing. She quickly ran over and exclaimed while tugging at the bag in Nathaniel's hands." "After all, she was still a child. Thus, she would immediately become excited whenever she saw something she liked." "At that time, Mango truly hoped that her daughter could remain this innocent forever." "Nathaniel saw the mixed feeling in Mango's eyes when she looked at Rita. He said with a smile subconsciously, ""Here you go, I've bought you some durians. I remember y

Instead, my eyes landed directly on the large wooden table in the center of the living room. Sitting right there was a silly mountain of fresh berries, sliced melons, and rare honeyed plums—every single one of them my favorite childhood fruits. The basket was huge, wrapped in a simple white silk ribbon without a single card or name attached to it. But the scent of rain and old ash was faintly clinging to the wicker. It was an anonymous order from the royal kitchen, a weak, silent peace offering from a king who didn't know how to use his words.