Fruits Basket Novels & Stories

Stella smiled, "It would be a pleasure to have a friend visit us. If you all like it here, you could stay here for a month or two. Let me tell you, there are still a lot of surprises in the forest. Nature is the best gift the world could give. There are a lot of bamboo shoots and chestnuts that are fragrant and sweet. The pomelos here are good for the body too. Last time, Jasper even brought back a tiny fruit that was red in color. It was sour yet sweet. He said that it was some kind of nutritious berry."

Warmed bread. Untouched. He looked up. His gaze landed on the bruise at my neck and I swear to God—I saw something in him break. He stood. Walked to the wardrobe. Pulled out one of his shirts and handed it to me. Didn’t speak. Didn’t meet my eyes. “I ordered you pasta,” he said eventually, voice rough. “Water bottle’s there.” Silence. And then— “I’m sorry,” I whispered. He stilled. His body went rigid.

"Okay, you might not believe this, but I've been watching Ace Crowne for a while now." Cleo opened her mouth to say something but closed it when no words came out. She watched Farah turned her head in embarrassment as if she just said something so immoral. "I'm sorry I said that, you must've found me a creep." That's when Cleo remembered the fruit baskets in their front door every other morning. The basket was decorated with different kinds of fruits and it was adorned with an attractive red ribbon. "That fruit basket..." she trailed and Farah slowly turned to looked at her with nervousness.

" 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.

Marriane strolled in, wheeling Grandma Hartley. “I brought you some fruits,” Grandma Hartley said, setting a large fruit basket on the bedside table. “Adrian said these were your favorites.” My gaze drifted over the basket, which contained one pear, apples, a banana, an orange, and a bunch of grapes. A slow smile spread across my lips. Adrian probably had no idea what my favorite fruit was. He must have walked into the supermarket and told the staff, "Give me whatever healthy people eat." “Thank you, Grandma.”

CHAPTER 8 ROBERTA’S POV “You’re a little late. That’s unlike you” Brandon said. I giggled childishly at him as I hopped towards where he stood.He stood brightly beside a tree with a big woven basket in his hand. His blonde hair shone brightly under the sun. “Well, I had to be extra careful around the stream”, I answered. He laughed and lent me his hand to help me step down from the rock I climbed. “I brought fresh fruits for our picnic”, he said, holding up the basket. I smiled and walked beside him.

I see a lot of people are still in the mall, and it's already 7 pm. I rush to the supermarket on the ground floor and hurriedly get a cart. I don't want to be late because Kof is alone right now in the hospital. I look for a fruit basket if there are any arrange ones. Unfortunately, I can't find any fruit baskets available. So, what I did was I went to the fruit corner and got an assortment of fruits available like apple, orange, grapes, banana, and watermelons. Those fruits that's easy to digest. I have everything, and I also bought snacks for myself since I might get bored watching him.

He was so annoying and really enjoyed seeing other people suffer. “Okay. Then I'll stay.” He stood up again. ”Take my basket. It's already full, unlike yours which fell into the ditch. It's dirty, don't even think about taking it again.” He glanced briefly at the basket that was full of his favorite fruit. Also the one belonging to the Girl, which was completely empty. He sighed softly. "Enjoy the pain of not wanting to accept my help.” “No need," said Gadis grimacing. ”Just take your own basket.”

Without knowing when it was, his daughter Bubbles was sitting in a basket of heavenly law fruits, gobbling them down till her mouth was full of juice. “Oh, my goodness!”

I felt Nathan relax a little, his shoulders dropping as he took in the scene. “I’ll grab a basket,” he said, heading toward a stack of wooden baskets. Over the next hour, we meandered through the aisles, filling our basket with fresh fruits, vegetables, and handmade treats to bring home for Clint and Angela and all of our other friends. I even found a little jar of honey that was sure to be a hit with the twins, who hadn’t tasted honey since that day we took them to poke the honeycombs.