Fruits Basket Novels & Stories

Christabel deciphered, Sarah gave her a woven basket before sauntering to the enormous rooted mango tree. The leaves were brown golden and green. The shapeless pointed branches are interwoven with the amoeba and grotesque stem in such a way that it can cause a big horror-fright during the silent darkness of night. Nevertheless, most of the fruits on the tree are fresh, some have been angrily perched on by birds and rodents while few have varied by colours of yellow with dots of wounded blacks, like a chickenpox victim. Christabel picked a long stick and hit the mangoes with the edge of the stick, the mangoes dropped after applying a lot of pressure on the thick stick. She carefully arranged

" You have to always make sure you follow the do's and don't's given by your doctor. " " Yes. " " Where's the basket of Fruit, Sis? " Essy asked Stacy. " It's here. " Stacy said as she held out the fruits. In it, there were some fresh fruits and three microwave plates which were sealed. There were different varieties of fruits in it, chopped into smaller slices. Essy took the basket and gave the first plate to me before giving another to Stacy and taking the last one for herself. Then she handed us all chopsticks which we used to eat the fruits.

Even if this guy was to dress like a homeless, I was pretty sure people would still fear and respect him. We finally got to the fruits Aisle and as we did, I could notice a lot of ladies stealing glances at us. Not Just at us, but at Leo... Hmph If not for the fact that I wasn’t so free with him yet, I’d have wrapped my arm around his. But hell, no. I don’t have two heads yet. “Oh..” I salivated at the fresh assorted fruits at different tables in front of me. The strawberries there were so big and red, the bananas were damn yellow, the apples, grapes, the rest of the Berries…

His face, however, was softer than usual — lined with sympathy that instantly made my stomach drop. My eyes flickered lower — and I noticed for the first time the basket he carried in his other hand, brimming with a colorful assortment of fruits. Apples, oranges, even a few perfectly ripe mangoes peeking out from underneath. I stood up quickly, brushing invisible dust off my dress. "Excuse me," I said to the group, forcing a small smile. "I’ll be back in a bit." Gerard, Christopher, and Phoenix all nodded easily. Morgan said nothing as he followed me silently into the house, down the polished hallway, and into my private office. The heavy wooden door clicked shut behind us, muffling the soun

We laugh while eating red strawberries. Next we went to the grapes. Terrible! So many fruits! They have green and violet grapes. There are also blackberries. That's why I pulled him and helped us pick again. We put it in two baskets. Green is separated from violet. Then the blackberry is in another basket. There are also cherries and persimmons. We took it and put it back in the basket. There is still orange. Terrible! All the fruits are here. I was so happy that I even overcame the conception. "You still beat the conceiving ah?" he commented, he snorted and said.

I am surprise when someone suddenly speaks making me look around. I feel my face burns when I see Leo standing on the side going to the back door of the house. “Y-Yes Leo, did something happen? W-Why are you looking for me?” I ask out of words to say. My heart beat suddenly hammers so loudly and beats so fast. “I-I just thought of checking on you since Miss Lana is busy helping the others. I thought you might like to have some of these.” Leo said as he extends his hand holding a basket full of different kind of weird looking fruits.

It was strange because Matthew was never late. He was always the first one at the training ground, even before I arrived. I frowned and looked around, thinking maybe he was hiding somewhere or playing a trick on me but, he was really not here. I sat down on a wooden bench by the side of the field, tapping my fingers on my knee and waiting. A few minutes later, I saw him walking toward me. My eyes widened when I noticed what he was carrying. It was a huge basket filled with fruit. Bright red apples, juicy pears, grapes, bananas.

The afternoon light bathed the fruit bowl, making the colorful selection even more inviting. With a leisurely pace, he approached the counter, drawn to the assortment of fruits. The bright yellow bananas, the deep red strawberries, the juicy peaches, and the plump blueberries enticed him with their delicious promises. He paused for a moment, contemplating which combination of flavors would make the perfect fruit juice.

The words came out a little too fast and I realised I was smiling, my chin lifting a bit as pride sneaked in before I could stop it. Elena paused and looked at me over her shoulder, one brow lifting. “Are you bragging right now?” I made a small laugh. “Maybe a little.” She chuckled too, shaking her head as she opened the fridge, the light spilling out and revealing the neatly arranged shelves. Everything inside was organised and carefully stocked. There were bowls of cut fruits, small containers with labels, bottles of juice and milk lined up like soldiers, and what looked like prepared meals sealed and untouched. She reached in and took out a small bowl of fruit, setting it on the counter.