Fruits Basket Ayame Novels & Stories

"I will slice some fresh fruit and make a few pieces of buttered toast for her." I walked over to the large refrigerator and pulled out a plastic container of red strawberries and a yellow banana. I washed the strawberries thoroughly in the cold sink water and used a sharp knife to remove the green stems before slicing the fruit into small, even pieces on a wooden cutting board. I placed two slices of whole wheat bread into the metal toaster and pressed the lever down. While the bread toasted, I arranged the sliced fruit neatly on the ceramic plates. Amy ran into the kitchen a few minutes later, wearing a bright pink cotton dress and carrying a green plastic dinosaur in her small hand. She c

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!

And that was saying a lot because Juicy liked to eat. "What is in this...? Banana?" But she didn't have any bananas. Troy was nodding. "You had a box of instant banana pudding in your pantry. That's the secret ingredient—not so secret anymore, I guess." "Pudding?" She savored another bite of pancake. "I would have never thought..." There wasn't one raw spot on the bacon, nor was it burnt; it was just right. Juicy peeked at him. "Can I ask you a question?"

As she reached the bottom, her eyes caught sight of Mang Lope returning from outside, carrying a basket overflowing with freshly harvested fruits and vegetables. "Good morning, dear," Mang Lope greeted her warmly, his voice carrying that same gentle affection he always had for her. The basket in his arms was brimming with color—ripe mangoes, bananas with their skin still tinged with green, and bright orange papayas, their sweet scent filling the air. Patricia smiled, her heart lifting at the sight of the vibrant produce. "Good morning, Mang Lope. I slept like a baby last night," she admitted, a soft laugh escaping her as she felt the lingering peace of her restful sleep.

My eyes lit up, and I plucked a grape, wiping it on my clothes before popping it into my mouth. So sweet. Nearby stood a tall tree with wooden benches and a table built around its trunk. I walked toward it and sat down, with Felly and Ria following. I lifted Abby and placed her gently on the table. A woman approached us and handed over a basket of assorted fruits. “Thank you,” Felly told her, and the woman left. “Luna,” Felly said softly, pushing the basket toward me. I smiled and took a piece. Silence stretched between us—thick, uneasy. I could feel Ria and Felly’s nerves like shifting air around us.

“You don’t need to fear me, Beyla. I promise.” He encouraged her to eat then from the metal tray which she had left untouched. Ignoring what she assumed to be spiced chicken, she picked up a yellow fruit she hadn’t seen before. Kaan told her it was a persimmon, which struck a chord with her. Hadn’t Miriam, her lady mother, always spoken longingly of such a thing?

When they entered, he noticed a variety of fruits on the table, including mango, papaya, dragon fruit, orange, pineapple, ginger bread, barley bread, and porridge. He hugged Charlotte in appreciation, and suddenly, he did not feel tired anymore when he felt the warmth of Charlotte's body. "Thank you Charlotte, you know I'm very tired right now, but for some reason, I regained my strength when I hugged your body." Charlotte's face turns red, but she reminds herself that she can't fall in love with Ammon because she has a mission to finish: to find her fated man. She then wasted no more time and spoke bravely to him.

It would be embarrassing for me to leave the plate full of food, and I am currently too hungry to try anything. "Oh, mom, how could you expect her to eat such a heavy breakfast meal? Just look at her; she has a stunning physique that she must maintain. Amaira, isn't it?" Ava inquired, teasingly, and I simply nodded my head, with a fake smile on my lips. She is my savior. "Come on, have this!" She handed me the bowl of fruits. I smiled at her and reached for a fork to eat the fruits with. They appear to be the best option for filling my stomach right now!

Aias explained as he lifted the cover on the tray on his lap. “I can eat anything, so thank you. I will take a portion of fish and rice though please,” I say reaching for the apple slices I see. The fruit plating was just beautiful, with all types of fruits and berries prepared in slices or designs the apple was bursting with flavor as I ate it. Aias smiled at me as he handed me a portion of fish and rice before digging into his meal. We ate in comfortable silence and were almost finished with both trays before Aias spoke again.

She began to bring out the small bowls of ice cream and set them on the cloth. "Vanilla…strawberry….. chocolate...vanilla and strawberry….." she kept saying her attention on the basket. "Damian that's too much ice cream," Maya whispered to Damian. "Yeah…I know right," Damian scoffed playfully and moved to join Amyrah. Maya just shook her head and moved closer to them. The first basket had only ice cream in it and the second one had cupcakes, an actual chocolate cake, chocolates, gummy bears, cookies and skittles.