Fruits Basket Novels & Stories

he forwarded the fruit basket to her. It was small and accumulated an apple, a bunch of grapes, two bananas and a few strawberries and black berries with a peeled sliced dragon fruit and several lychees. From every angle it appeared that the basket was properly organized with those fruits (that was because Alan bought it from the market) But he only put those fruits that can be stolen easily. He had to make it look like it was stolen after all!

“So cool.” “You find it cool?” He knelt on the ground. Checking the content of the basket. The first one was filled with different sizes of containers and napkins. While the others are full of fruits like mangoes, apples, oranges and some grapes. It was more than enough for the two of them. “Yeah.” His arms were clutching at the rock. Peaking at Henrick’s action. “I mean, even if I became as rich and powerful as you, I don’t think I would be able to make my people feel scared in my presence.”

"Trey, it's about time you got here. Simone and I have been having ourselves a nice chat." Trey squints his eyes at both of us as he walks farther into the building. Under his right arm, he carries a basket wrapped in clear cellophane. The short round wicker basket has two handles raised to the sides to help keep in the pile of fruit from spilling over the edge. The rich brown color of the basket contrasts against the brightly colored bananas, apples, and oranges inside the plastic wrap. He slides the basket across the desk top to me. "A first day gift."

She looked around, her gaze searching for whoever might have dropped it, but she saw no one. Was someone playing a prank on her? Or had Zayne or Alaric dropped it? She walked into the cabin and carefully locked the door with the half-broken bolt. She sat on her bed and pulled the cloth from the basket. A small gasp escaped her lips, and she stared wide-eyed at the content. Fruits. It was full of fruits. Bananas, apples, oranges, and grapes filled the basket to the brim. A small, folded note sat at the top, and she pulled it.

“I donʼt have any herbs to help with my cultivation process…” After a brief pause, James conjured two Path Fruits and tossed them toward the pair. “Those are the very last ones I have. I don’t have any more fruits to spare.”

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.

I wipe the corner of my eyes and nod, giving her a small grateful smile. “Your words… mean a lot to me.” She smiles back, patting the back of my hand. “I'm glad I could make you feel better.” I nod, blinking back the tears threatening to escape my eyes. “Nanny, can you help me make a basket of fruit? I need to take it to Brandon at the hospital.” She nods immediately and goes to get a basket and starts arranging the fruit. She adds apples, bananas, grapes, and small packets of nuts. She ties a ribbon around the handle.

I sent a follow-up playful text about video games, but I got no response, so I am already preparing an apology for my acerbic remarks. As I walk into the supermarket, my first stop is the fruit section. I inspect the bananas in front of me, looking to see the ones that will be perfect for my recipe, and as I find them, I add them to the basket I picked up as I entered. I walk down the baking aisle and pick up flour, eggs, and brown sugar, and then I select a couple of nuts, both almonds and walnuts. I select raisins and shredded coconuts, and I select chocolates and chocolate chips because I don’t know what her favourite topping will be.

he smiled. “Aww—why are you so sweet?” I pulled him closer to me and hugged him tightly, he was just the way I remembered him, “Come on, let’s eat something first,” Simba spoke, and pulled me along with him towards the huge oak tree a few yards away. “Okay!” I followed him happily, under the oak tree there was a basket that had fruits in it, and just beside the basket, there were plates filled with delicious snacks. “Did you prepare this?” I asked happily,

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.