Fruits Basket Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Xenra My steps quickened as I hurried towards the kitchen to get some fruits for Akira. Filling it with varieties of fruits, I hurried back towards the garden where Akira sat, waiting for my return. I was so engrossed with the thought of performing the task as soon as possible that I didn't notice the approaching figure. Before I could snap out of my head, I collided with someone; the unexpected force sent me off balance. The basket jostled, causing the fruits to fall off the baske in different directions.

Rose greeted her back and she left the kitchen. Rose was looking for suger when her eyes landed on the fruit basket. She quickly pulled away from the counter when she saw raspberries, turning around she closed her eyes and took deep breaths to overcome her nausea. "Charlie..." She called her and charlie came running towards her. "What happened?" She asked worriedly. "Take this away from me, please..." Rose said still with closed eyes pointing towards the basket. Charlie and stella both looked at her confused thinking why she is disgusted by the basket of fruits. Charlie quickly picked it up and took it away from her.

In the kitchen, he opened the cabinet and reached for the basket where they kept the lemons when he didn't find any. He picked a plump, bright yellow lemon from the sour fruit basket on the counter and placed it in a small wicker basket along with the tequilas. Satisfied with his selection, he added a small fruit knife to the basket. He then made his way back to the living room, where Ana was sprawled out on the table, her juicy, tight cunt on display only for him. He stood there staring at her with a satisfied smile. Watching her squirm under his gaze made blood flow to his cock, and he cursed internally as he glanced down, seeing it pulsate with need.

"I know how much you love them." Gabriella took the present with a smile on her face. She responded, "Oh, Josh, you always know how to make me smile," her heart bursting with love. She took a moment to study the fruits, noticing their vivid hues and the enticing aroma they emitted. In the palace gardens, they located a quiet area where they could meet and converse alone. While they exchanged tales of their days away, Gabriella positioned the fruit basket next to her. Josh shared stories from his life as a farmer, outlining the difficulties and rewards of caring for the land.

Nakahiga na ako at nanonood ng pelikula sa telebisyon nang mapaupo sa sobrang galak dahil talagang litaw na litaw sa harap ng basket ang mahabang saging na lakatan. "Isang basket ko na binili dahil baka maghanap ka pa sakin ng fruit salad. Bahala ka nang pumili diyan." sabi nito habang nilalapag sa gilid ko ang mga prutas. Natawa na naman ako sa kaniya. "Ang sweet mo naman, pahalik nga?"

he says, pinching my cheek. “Thank you.” He smiles at me and walks off toward the pantry. I watch him disappear, touching my chest as my heartbeat slows. *Get a grip, Amaija. He’s just being nice. A plate of fruit doesn’t mean he wants to marry you and be a father.* But—I look down at the fruit and smile. I promised myself I’d enjoy this while he’s still here. I pick up the fork and start eating, noticing the heart-shaped pineapple pieces. I pick one up, smiling as I examine it. Is this some kind of love token? “What are you smiling about?” he asks, walking out of the pantry with a basket of ingredients.

CHAPTER 8 ROBERTA’S POV “You’re a little late. That’s unlike you” Brandon said. I giggled childishly at him as I hopped towards where he stood.He stood brightly beside a tree with a big woven basket in his hand. His blonde hair shone brightly under the sun. “Well, I had to be extra careful around the stream”, I answered. He laughed and lent me his hand to help me step down from the rock I climbed. “I brought fresh fruits for our picnic”, he said, holding up the basket. I smiled and walked beside him.

After he settled back into the ward, she set the bouquet she'd bought and the fruit basket that had been thrust into her arms just now on the bedside table. "Is this... from Nell?" James lay on the bed, looking at the fruit basket on the table with an expression of quiet joy. Lauren had been wondering how to start a conversation with him. Hearing his question, she felt a pang, but still replied, "Yes... that's right." "I knew she'd bought it!" James was delighted. "She really does still care about me — she even remembered that grapes are my favourite fruit." Lauren felt a sourness rising in her heart.

“ I just thought that I should get it for you, you know. You do need more vitamin to keep fit” “ Oh, you shouldn't have bothered”, I said, taking the basket as she handed it to me. It was really heavy, containing apples and tangerines and lemons and kiwis and strawberries and some other fruits that I just couldn't name. I placed the basket on a chair at the side. “ And father”, she continued, “ I have spoken to my husband, and we would like to contribute to the project you have at hand”. “ Oh, what project?” I never knew I had a project at hand.

He did not just suggest they feed me rancid fruit and from the looks on their faces, it seemed they didn’t even want to stomach the idea of touching the fruits. “Um, that’s gross Adrian. You want us to feed her. I’m not touching that.” Cameron protested. “That’s ok, we don’t have to touch the fruits.” He said and with a deceptive smile he motioned for Beatrice to drop the basket on my lap, then he reached for my hair, which I had up in a short ponytail he gripped it, smiled at me and shoved my head into the basket pushing it deeper in. I choked on the smell of the fruits and the feel of the maggots wriggling against my skin. I almost puked but I had nothing left in my stomach to puke out.