Fruits Basket Curse Novels & Stories

“More sure than I’ve ever been of anything. The connection is tangible. The sparks — electric. And her scent… it’s like nothing I’ve ever smelled before. Smoky vanilla—” “And lavender,” I finish. Realization crashes over him. “No.” The word chokes out. His face drains of color. He drags a hand through his long hair. “She’s… but… no. No, no, no. That’s not possible.” I pinch the bridge of my nose. We have the same mate. This has to be some twisted joke. Goddess… why? ———————————————————————————— Sebastian’s POV I am angry. No — I am raging.

“Where I control myself.” Her gaze lifted to mine. “This is where you came… that night?” “Yes.” She hesitated, then asked softly, “Why does it happen to you…What's the beast they talk about?” I exhaled slowly. “It’s a curse. When it happens, it demands blood. The only good thing is that it makes me stronger in battle. Deadlier. But it also takes from me…eats me slowly” She stepped closer to me. “Then why did it take over when we were kissing?”

"Don't do it," he yelled. "Elara! Stop!" I wanted to, so I gave in to it... gladly letting the darkness take me with it. ****** She was wolfless, powerless, and marked as an outcast. He was born ruthless, powerful — an Alpha feared not just in the packs, but in the underworld where blood and power rule. When Elara discovers her fated mate is the man who destroyed her pack and crushed her world, her life begins to fall apart again. He should be her protector… but to him, she is nothing but a liability he cannot afford. But fate is merciless. They tried to fight it but their bond burns too fiercely to be ignored. Will Elara risk her heart and safety for the mate who ruined

"You, Frank, with your wealth and business empire, can't even afford a premium fruit basket?" Frank chuckled. "Oh, I see. You can't lash out at others, so you're taking it all out on me, huh? Fine, I'll let it slide, considering you're the patient here. Me? I've got a wife, and she manages all the money. Premium fruit baskets need her approval, and she said no. Even this ordinary fruit basket used up my entire monthly allowance." Westley, hearing the word "wife" repeated so many times, wanted to shove a dirty sock in Frank's mouth.

Each of them allowed to take away thirty basket fruits . Well the one meter wide and tall basket will be able to contain many fruits. Wu Ming ask to take fifty baskets and he is allowed to. He actually had his own fruit trees but well that's for his own to eat . These fruits are to sell to his classmates . To their surprise after half hour the fruits appears back at the place they had pick half hours ago. " The space is indeed has a magic ." Mejar Qin who always had a cold and doesn't like to talk suddenly said .

They added perfectly ripe yellow bananas, fresh and sweet melons, and beautiful and exotic green kiwis to their shopping basket. William approached Juliana with a surprised expression on his face when he saw Juliana's basket full of various kinds of fresh fruit. He looked at the basket, then glanced at the oranges still in his hand. In an instant, William realized that the amount of fruit Juliana had selected was probably more than it should have been.

" I laughed at myself and watched the screen fill with confusion. Finally, I said the words I had been holding back for so long. "The reason is simple. I bought my son that tie."

Lily hesitated before opening it, her fingers trembling slightly as she read the words written by her ancestor: "To those who come after me, forgive my sins, for they were born of desperation. I sought prosperity but did not understand the cost. Now, it is up to you to restore what I have broken. May the land be healed. May you be free." Tears welled in Lily’s eyes. The curse had begun as one man’s mistake, but it had taken generations to finally undo it. Now, the responsibility of the vineyard’s future was in their hands—not as a burden, but as an opportunity.

I frowned. “Before you set up an inquiry panel about these fruits, I plucked them from the eastern lake. They are tasty and harmless. The only problem is… they are red.” Baspo handed me some little oval fruits. I scanned the fruits. They were unique. Rich blood red. Shining. Pulpy. Juicy. Fresh. My mouth validated and I licked my lips. I heard Baspo laugh. “What?” I questioned. He shrugged his shoulders and occupied the spot next to me. Baspo stared at my face. I could feel it. I averted my gaze from the red fruit and questioned Baspo with a raised eyebrow.

So the children huddled together, the bamboo pole was lifted up, but it was too difficult to poke the star fruit, and had to choose the ripe fruit. Some people imitated adults shaking the star fruit tree. The leaves didn’t even move. Daisy even stretched her voice, "really fine." Just let me do. Daisy stood up, went over to shake the tree, but only yellow leaves fell. The children burst into laughter. "This is a joke, not a work." Dean thought. Someone is quick to "let me climb up." “Oh no, so you guys don't know. The star fruit tree is extremely brittle, climbing up and falling is considered as dead. You guys have to remember." Daisy emphasized as if the starfruit tree had magical powers. T