Fruits Basket Novels & Stories

Instead, my eyes landed directly on the large wooden table in the center of the living room. Sitting right there was a silly mountain of fresh berries, sliced melons, and rare honeyed plums—every single one of them my favorite childhood fruits. The basket was huge, wrapped in a simple white silk ribbon without a single card or name attached to it. But the scent of rain and old ash was faintly clinging to the wicker. It was an anonymous order from the royal kitchen, a weak, silent peace offering from a king who didn't know how to use his words.

Her medical intuition wanting to examine it more but her stomach thought differently, prompting her to bite into the cucumber and eat. “mhmm, this is so good” she confessed. “I know right” Joshua agreed. “there are watermelons too, and garden eggs.” Cordelia said from afar, having gone into the farm to explore it. “there’s pineapples too, and straw berries, and carrots. OMG it’s like a banquet for vegetables .” Anita cried. “this is really nice, this solves our problem of food for the now.” Baji said but still hesitant as he took a close look at a tomato fruit.

Jeffrey told me, "and I walked around in the city before I could find them. So, please take them." I shot one more curious glance at him before I finally took the bskt from him and sat back on the bed. "Have they been washed?" I asked. "Yes, sure," he nodded quickly. "Alright then," I said, picking up a bunch of grapes and raising it to my face. The fruits were so dark and plump. There was no doubt they'd be very juicy. Biting from the bunch till my cheeks were full, I muttered to Jeffrey, "this is actually one of my best fruits, you know?"

He then brought the basket to Elio, looking like an old man who just got back from the market. After he placed the basket on the coffee table. Elio took a closer look and saw the grapefruit-sized object inside it. It had an ugly grayish-black wrinkled exterior, and it smelled nauseating. A scorching heat emanated from it as if it had just emerged from an oven. Elio's eyes widened. "It’s a Scarletflame Fruit! It's a precious fruit that grows inside volcanos, and it takes at least a thousand years to grow to this size. Despite its looks, it’s a truly rare find!”

She cleared her throat as she turned and reached into the basket. “No! I want to wait a little longer. I'm not ready just yet. I'm so busy training with Grandad that I don't really have time for a mate right now. Maybe when my training is done.” Azalea said as she put the fruit and vegetables into the fridge. “All right. If that's what you want. Just let me know when you're ready.” Ryder said, his eyebrows knitting together as he looked into the basket. “What in the world are these?”

She didn't say a word and rested her eyes on the flower jar on the table in front of her. "Lena will be taking care of anything you want. So if you need something, do not hesitate to tell her." I was still a generous host though. Just in time, Lena walked into the room with a bowl of Birst fruits in her hand. It was one of the main fruits here in the south. Not many of them were in Veridian. It was slightly red in color. You could peel it off or eat it with the peelings. It was soft and watering with a taste almost like sugar.

Brooklyn is fully awake and clapping her hands in excitement, thrilled about my late-night date. "Oh, Daria! He is here! Killian is finally here! I packed a bag with some stuff for your special night!" With teary, motherly eyes, Brooklyn hands me over a bag with a Pikachu on it. I have no clue where the heck she found it, but I already hate her. "This bag weighs a ton!" I complain, grimacing when I slide into the embarrassing thing—Killian is going to have the laughing fit of his life once he catches sight of the Pikachu. "What did you pack into it?!"

I munched the strawberries happily but I could see a look of reluctance fixed on Harper's face. “You don't like strawberries?” I asked shortly. I was being like Harper too, meddling it business that shouldn't be my concern. “No, that's not it… I'm a big fan of strawberries!” Harper replied. She picked one delicately and threw it inside her mouth. She was obviously not munching. “You don't have to eat it if you don't like it, baby,” Olivia seemed to have noticed too. “Someone once told me strawberries weren't as sweet as they looked. He didn't like it because of that.”

I smile as I remember that massive grin on my face when I saw them. I felt all warm and fuzzy inside at the thought of having cooked meals just ready to grab and heat. The baskets were filled with various things, from a basket of fruit to a basket of bread, to a basket of apple pies, a basket of pancakes, toast, syrup, whipped cream, and I believed that to be a breakfast basket. I mean, you name it, I am sure it was in one of those baskets. I placed the fruits in the fridge, left out one of the breads, and froze the rest. I froze all the apple pies and everything else because I could only eat so much at a time.

"Hiraku, do you think you can climb up if Bob picks you up?" "Leave it to me" Hikaru nods. Bob bends over a bit and uses his hands to lift Hikaru, who takes advantage of the momentum to jump to the nearest branch. From there he only needed to take a couple more jumps and finally reach the vine. Then he throws us some oval yellow fruits the size of a fist. At the base of the fruit you can see the stem from which it came. The most curious thing is that it is bright, to the point that it seems to emit its own light.