Fruits Basket Novels & Stories

I said through gritted teeth. “How about I give you the surprise that I’ve been saving for last?” Lucas asked. My eyes lit up at his words, forgetting the angry feeling I felt just a few seconds ago. “A surprise? What is it? Give it to me now!” My heart raced excitedly like a child who had been promised a trip to the theme park. Lucas smirked before getting to his feet and walking towards the fridge. He took out a small basket of purple fruits. “Surprise!” Lucas said, walking towards the counter with the basket of fruits. “I got you the fruits you wanted.”

Before long, their little mouths were stained with blueberry juice. Even Atlas's lips had a hint of blue. We indulged in blueberries, picked some mangoes, pomegranates, star fruits, lychees, and even peaches... All the fruits were large and round, especially the lychees. I tasted one, and it was sweet and refreshing. I had a sudden idea and quickly had the gardener pick a basket full of fruits. Atlas was puzzled and asked, "What are you going to do with that?"

“I have intended to use this trap on Lucas Harrison if he ever dares to come here again, but he's forcing me to use it too early.” “If I'm not mistaken, is this what you referred to as his weakness?” Isla asked. Heidi sighed and nodded as a particular memory flashed in her mind. “Lucas Harrison is…” “Good morning, My Love?” Heidi trailed off, blinking at the figure of the man approaching with a huge basket. Inside the basket were different varieties of tropical fruits. Heidi got to her feet, her eyes fixed on the colorful fruits, her mouth watering. “Do you like them?” Lucas stopped in front of her, smiling.

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.

Juliana then held one peach and smelled its sweet scent, she was sure that this peach had a sweet taste. However, Juliana also felt that the several types of fruit in her basket were still not enough to represent her gratitude to William's parents. She wanted to provide something more diverse. Her gaze then fell on the container filled with small pink cherries. Seeing the beauty of their color and thinking about how fresh cherries taste, Juliana decided to put some in her shopping basket. After picking peaches and cherries, Juliana and Ishak continued their adventure in search of other fresh fruits. They added perfectly ripe yellow bananas, fresh and sweet melons, and beautiful and exotic gr

JuJu look at the list given by her puppets that controls the vegetables . " Fruits ?" Su Ling feels lucky she had Juju to handle everything in the space . " Two thousand and six hundred watermelon , eleven thousand six hundred kilo grapes , twenty thousand apples , nine thousand kilo oranges , red cherries .... seven hundred kilo and plums a thousand three hundred kilo , mangoes ten thousands kilo , peaches twelve thousand kilo , pineapple seven thousand kilo and twelve thousand kilo lychee . Except the cherries the new fruits except watermelon , apples, grapes and oranges , you never take out another fruits . Owh the dragon fruits too there are fifteen thousand kilo and Buddha's hand there

Hilda says, walking towards me. "Yes. It's so sad they would not be mine." I reply, adding a smile to conceal my sadness. "It's okay. It's business." Mum pats my hair. "We got you some fruits. They are in the basket." She adds, hoping to change the topic. I look to see the hand woven basket filled with apples, grapes and kiwis at the top of the mini refrigerator, covered in polka dots napkin. I turn to her. "Thank you, mum."

I just can't believe it looked like I never left. Grandma opened the cabinet filled with small baskets of fruits. Oranges, green apples, blue and black berries which I don't know where they get those, mangoes, guava which I haven't tasted that in my life, pineapple, dragon fruit which I wonder if Emilia Clarke the mother of dragons in Game Of Thrones planted those like how she raised her dragon offspring, kerson fruit berries and some fruit I never seen before. I looked around and recognized paintings with my signature. Paintings I threw last year. I wonder how these stuffs got here.

I followed him, standing behind him. He picked up a basket that was on the table, and passed it to me. I gawked at him, collecting it from him. “W-What’s this for?” I asked, looking down at the basket that comprises certain fruits and vegetables. He swallowed his saliva before scratching the back of his head. “I was told that they are good for the legs. That's why I got them for you,” he explained, looking a bit nervous. I noticed it. “You can give them out if you don't want it anyway,”

“You know, I don’t like mixing different fruits in the same basket.” I blinked at the sudden topic shift—but welcomed it. “Different fruits have different ripening times,” she continued. “Mixing them can bruise the softer ones, and sometimes the flavors mingle in ways I don’t want.” I nodded thoughtfully, setting my basket down and pulling out the empty one I’d tucked underneath. “Good thing there’s more than one basket,” I said, transferring the firmer apples to the new one and leaving the peaches in the first. Matilda’s eyes crinkled, clearly pleased.