Fruits Basket Quotes Novels & Stories

Thinking of nothing else, he walked towards the basket and instinctively closed his nose. The stench of the fruit was revolting. Fyn thought it made sense that the Nǣps wanted to eat them since they have no noses. Fyn cleared his throat, pointing towards the fruit, "That's a ginkgo." The Nǣps, as if finally realizing that Kavan wasn't alone, gasped. Suddenly, they dropped the leaf basket they were holding. Below them, the ground opened up, and inside they jumped. The only thing that could be seen were the top of their heads. If they had not been talking moments ago, he would have thought they were nothing but ordinary turnips.

James asked after noticing Zeno’s gaze fixated on the fruits. Zeno snapped out of his thoughts and replied, “Of course.” “Is that so? Care to enlighten me about them?” James was intrigued. The tree seemed very extraordinary. Its fruits emitted radiant light that could form into mysterious inscriptions. Even though James had cultivated the Primal Mantra, he could not instantly grasp the meaning of the fruit’s inscriptions. Zeno’s expression became solemn. After a brief thought, he replied, “It’s a tree left behind by a powerful senior.”

Turn the world upside down, he's still my father. But I am thankful because I had a very kind and caring mother. I love that Mama even though she always tells me. But I am fed up with his preaching. I put the eggplant in the big basket on the track that is quite old. Putting it on, I was almost out of breath from the weight. My colleagues also put the fruits in the basket. It will be brought to Manila.

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.”

“Can we just relax and just enjoy the day? Please? No need to fight. I’m not here for that.” She didn’t say anything, but she stayed put. We sat there in that silence, and it was all I could do not to set the basket on fire with my brain. At last, though, curiosity got the better of her and she seemed to inch closer to me when I picked a foreign fruit that I knew she had not seen. I slid the basket over to her, a very small distance at first. “You—uh. You should eat something,” I told her miserably. “The cheese is good ans thw foreign fruits are good as well.”

He smiled and pointed at a bunch of grapes and some other fruits in a basket. “Eat as much as you want; you can take some home, too,” he said. I stared at the basket and took out a banana. As I peeled it, my eyes caught the glimmering water and wouldn’t shift away from it. “Will you like to swim?” Nathan’s voice forced me to pull my eyes away from the tempting water. “How can I swim with you here?” I replied and he smacked his lips together. The way he did it made me drool.

Hellen remembered and hurriedly shoved the fruits basket at Grace "Elder sister, this is a small gift from us." Anna side-eyed the fruit basket, it was quite a joke. Hellen had been a rich lady for ten years already, yet she was still so stingy and a miser. She may have called it a fruit basket, but the fruits inside were just apples, bananas, some oranges. Whose fruits basket would be like this? Even an average ordinary person would consider this fruit basket as a cheap gift! Grace scoffed, "Hellen, who are you trying to disgust? This small gift? You think that our family is so poor that we can't even afford apples, and would care for this 'gift' of yours?"

“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.

I turned towards the door where he had pointed, and my gaze fell on the large basket of fruits that I knew had been brought in by his guards. My eyes bulged, and I turned sharply towards Asher. How on earth was I supposed to carry that big basket all by myself? He raised his brows quizzically as he stared at me. "What is it? You're too lazy to perform such a small task?" He asked with a stern voice. "Yes, Alpha." I answered, my voice deep with wrath as I marched towards the door where the large basket stood. Since they think I can't perform such a small task, I am determined to prove them wrong. "What is it compared to the drums I had carried during the days of my cultivation?" I muttered un

Their steps were light with anticipation, moving to an invisible rhythm that matched the hopeful beat of their hearts. Arriving at the store, Adrian was excited. He walked into a place full of bright colors and wonderful smells. He picked out a basket filled with fresh fruits, each one like a special treasure waiting to be found. It felt like fate had brought him the perfect mix of nature's gifts. Adrian didn't just want to bring food but also a taste of life and energy to Sara's grandfather, who was sick. He wanted to show that sweetness and good things were still around, even in tough times. He chose each fruit carefully, believing they would not only help the old man's body but also lift