Fruits Basket Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Sigh, I feel guilty for acting badly to him. I stood up when I saw him approaching me. When he was finally in front of me, he gave me a basket. I stared at it for a few seconds before I looked back to Alyn who's now walking away from me. I took a deep breath before I chased after him, "A-Alyn!" He stopped and turned around but he didn't say anything. I pouted and showed him the basket, "What— what am I going to do with this?" "Pick your fruit in the forest," he said and walked away again.

Seeing her mood was getting worse I decided to do the appropriate thing. After we finished setting up she jumped on the fruits. I t seems her favorites were bananas and pomegranates. I was however allergic to pomegranate and so couldn’t enjoy those with her. To be honest I couldn’t relax even though I wanted to. “Alessandro is everything alright?” She asked quite concerned that was when I realized I wasn’t eating and my hands were just stuck on the fruit basket. Quickly I picked some apples and ate and she smiled. Everything was going on quite well and finally I started to relax when Aliyah wanted to walk around a bit. By that time we were almost done with the sandwiches. I wanted to come wi

Standing in the door way. Suddenly my basket feels heavy. I look down and find some fruits in my basket. Some apples, a few ripe oranges and a papaya. I look to my side and find Gabriella ~the nice girl from the bath room. Beside me. She had deliberately tilted almost half her full basket into my empty one. I look up at her in confusion. "You'd thank me later. " she says as she winks and hurriedly moves forward till she is lost in the crowd. I look down at my basket and I tighten my grip on it. For some reason I feel having a basket with content is important.

He looked hot I'm his outfit that she felt like eating him up. ... When they got to the lawyer's office, the first thing Kitty saw before Lawyer Sylvester was the basket of fruits sitting pretty on his desk. Different kinds of fruits was arranged in it, it was wrapped up with a transparent wrapper paper that made her knew it was gifted to him, so even if she wanted, she couldn't ask for any. The bananas looked so attractive to her, she was tasty for them, the entire fruit in the basket, and the strawberry with the whipped cream can by the side, just made her gulp her saliva every minute.

I thought it was something serious, not knowing she had called just to show off an unusually large fruit. “Why that face?” She asked, looking me over. “I was thinking we were in trouble.” I groaned. “Trouble? Come on, I just called to show off the biggest fruit in my basket.” “My basket rather.” I snapped. “Excuse me, my basket, not yours.” She said with a possessive tone. Closing the gap between us, I snatched the fruit from her hand and before she could do anything about it, I took a large bite of it.

Bright red apples, juicy pears, grapes, bananas. I burst out laughing. “What’s that?” I asked, pointing at the basket. Matthew smiled, looking shy. “It’s for you,” he said, placing it down in front of me. “Are you serious?” I laughed again, standing up to look inside the basket. “Is this still because you almost killed me during training?” He scratched the back of his neck. “Maybe.” “You didn’t almost kill me,” I teased. “I’m fine now.” “I still feel bad,” he said softly, looking down at his boots.

“You like it?” “I love it,” I breathed, stepping closer to the blanket. “When did you even… how did you pull this off?” He shrugged, pretending it was nothing. “I have my ways.” I turned to him, shaking my head with a soft laugh. “You’re unbelievable.” He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead. “Only for you.” We sat down together, the grass cool beneath us, the distant sound of the waterfall creating a natural melody. He opened the basket, passing me a plate of fruit. I popped a grape into my mouth, watching him slice bread with too much seriousness for such a simple task.

“Someone once told me strawberries weren't as sweet as they looked. He didn't like it because of that.” “Your ex-boyfriend…” Alex chirped in. “You meant to say your dad!” Olivia corrected. “I have a new dad. He is nothing but your ex boyfriend to me,” Alex replied. He focused on the pasta as if it was a work of art. I could see the tension building and to cool off things, I… I didn't get to do anything because the next moment, Harper's face had begun to look weird. She was scratching her skin and she looked so uncomfortable. Her face was red.

"No, no. It's already too late for that. I got this. I just need to get used to a few things, and I'll be fine." "I can figure it out," she encouraged herself, and as she checked further, her eyes landed on a woven basket tucked near the counter. Blinking, she tilted her head. "How come I never saw this?" "Did Lythari keep this here secretly?" She smiled and curiously reached for it, carrying it over to the sink. "How lovely," she muttered. "Fruits. How I love fruits. Ugh," then she started naming them. "We have blueberries, strawberries, raspberries; not sure what these deep purple ones are called. Mmm… but I think I should know them. What are they called again?"

My body moved before my mind could even process it. I stepped out from the leaves with blinding, effortless speed. My hand shot out, cleanly catching the rim of the basket and steadying it right back into her hands before a single berry could hit the floor. Zaria gasped, her eyes going wide as she looked up. "Cassian," she breathed. I could hear her heart instantly pick up speed. It was a fast, frantic little patter against her ribs, echoing loudly in the quiet greenhouse. I didn't step back, keeping my hand resting right next to hers on the basket.