Fruits Basket Ayame Novels & Stories

If only there was a way to get back to Father Clarence for a free healing prayer to recover his in-game stamina. “Here,” Akiko offered them a strange fruit. “Eat this. It helps to recover stamina. We got this from a monster drop on the higher floors.” Zen accepted the swirly-patterned fruit and ate it without hesitation, only to gag when the taste hit his sense. That pungent taste revived him completely, and despite the olfactory malfunction from the pungent fruit that left a spicy aftertaste, Zen was completely recovered and ready to take on a new batch of green slimes already flying his way.

I said smiling while she smiled back. “Oh my, your pretty face is so pale. Get well soon okay? I brought some fruits!” I announced lifting the basket filled with tropical fruits. “They’re all yours” I declared and her eyes grew wide “how am I supposed to eat all this?! Mom, do something!” She bellowed but Melissa was on my side. “Uhm.. I think we need to buy some more in my opinion” she said while Arya rolled her eyes exasperatedly “not fair!”

Takeyasu didn't take long to ladle a bowl of doenjiang jigae. He then grabbed a banana, apple, and pear. Walking slowly he made it back to his seat. Seeing her satisfied smile gave him butterflies in his stomach. He did his best to keep his features from betraying how he truly felt in that moment. He watched her eat her breakfast with gusto. It was oddly cute and familiar to him. Takeyasu wanted to cement this memory in his mind forever. Sneakily he took out his phone and captured her stuffing a piece if pancake in her mouth, Akiaya eyes were closed and a dribble of whipped cream was on the corner if her mouth. He put away his phone. "Heh." That caused her to look up mid bite of another mout

"Chestnuts." Atlas blinks, his whole body still coiled tight like a spring, but his brow furrows in confusion at the sight of the wicker baskets. “Chestnuts?” he repeats, the word coming out like he’s not sure if he misheard her or if this is some elaborate trap. His claws retract just a little, but his tone stays sharp. “You’re joking.” Cole says. Amara sets the two baskets down on the low wooden table between us. They’re heavy, overflowing with smooth, dark nuts, still in their spiny husks. She brushes her palms together and straightens, looking at Atlas as if his reaction amuses her.

BEATRICE I pack Bailey’s lunch like I always do—small bites, easy to eat, her favorite fruits cut into heart shapes. She told me once that heart-shaped mango slices make her feel "ten percent more powerful," and I believe her. Today’s bento is extra neat. I don’t know why I’m being so meticulous—maybe because I’m nervous. Maybe because this interview means more to me than I’m willing to admit out loud. Or maybe I just want everything else to feel normal.

When she found it, she took out the picnic cloth from the basket and flapped it, laying it on top of the cleared area. Alpha Amal seemed to be gone, so she started setting out the things that were in the basket, especially the cake. It was a red velvet one she had cut into large slices, and she was worried that the weight of the other things in the basket would crush it. Just as soon as she had said that out, Alpha Amal appeared out of nowhere, pouring out the berries that were in his shirt. He turned to her and said that she looked beautiful, and startled by the compliment she froze.

It must be Amia. I was right that it was Amia. She brought a tray of food and a basket of fruits. “Ma'am, this is your lunch. What fruit would you like to eat? I will slice it for you.” “An apple, Amia. Peel me one orange too.” “Oh. That's cute. You are like a pregnant woman, ma'am.” I know she was kidding, but hell, I felt how the heat of my body stayed in my face, making me red.

“I don’t know how to work Loria’s magic.” He gave me a crooked grin and waved a hand. In a soft shimmer of light, a woven basket appeared on the table beside me, padded in soft linen. I leaned forward carefully and placed Moon inside, tucking a corner of the blanket around her tiny shoulders. She didn’t stir. Not even a twitch. My heart swelled. Amy stepped forward, something in her hand. She held it out to me. “Here.” I frowned. “What am I supposed to do with this?”

"Trey, it's about time you got here. Simone and I have been having ourselves a nice chat." Trey squints his eyes at both of us as he walks farther into the building. Under his right arm, he carries a basket wrapped in clear cellophane. The short round wicker basket has two handles raised to the sides to help keep in the pile of fruit from spilling over the edge. The rich brown color of the basket contrasts against the brightly colored bananas, apples, and oranges inside the plastic wrap. He slides the basket across the desk top to me. "A first day gift."

Leave aside my memories and went to pluck a fruit that has blue color, the tree is called Azela, has yellowish leaves, the fruits have a sweet taste but in the end when it will swallow a sour taste fills your mouth, have to swallow quickly so that it does not worsen the taste. I came down from the tree with the fruit in my hand, walked closer to the pond, sat on the edge of the river looking at my reflection, so concentrated that I had not even seen the presence of another person. I got up going forward, it was noise of someone inside the river, I lowered near a bush hiding, had someone swimming but could not see who it was, was diving. Until she came back to the surface, out of the shore po