Fruits Basket Sequel Novels & Stories

She asked. “No, it’s okay. I already have—,” I initially said, but felt like there was something wrong. Where the hell is the fruit basket? I looked around and even opened my backpack, but the fruit basket still wasn’t there. Wasn't I just holding onto it a while ago? Guess, I'll just have to buy some from her. “As a matter of fact, yes. I’ll just buy everything you have here,” I gestured towards all the fruits on the mat.

00Sally stopped her from handing the fruit to Pine and said, "I'm going to wash and cut it, and then give it to you, sir." 00Ni Ya looked at the Sakyamuni fruit in her hand. It seemed to be eaten directly, and it was not very delicious. So she put the fruit into the bamboo basket and said, "Don't mess with these things in the basket." 00"I know. These people are so large, so there won't be any chaos." Sally said. 00With a smile, Niya crawled into the arms of Dianne. "I picked those especially for you. Try them later, and see if they're sweet or not."

"No, no. It's already too late for that. I got this. I just need to get used to a few things, and I'll be fine." "I can figure it out," she encouraged herself, and as she checked further, her eyes landed on a woven basket tucked near the counter. Blinking, she tilted her head. "How come I never saw this?" "Did Lythari keep this here secretly?" She smiled and curiously reached for it, carrying it over to the sink. "How lovely," she muttered. "Fruits. How I love fruits. Ugh," then she started naming them. "We have blueberries, strawberries, raspberries; not sure what these deep purple ones are called. Mmm… but I think I should know them. What are they called again?"

"Ah, I see. Your brother is lucky to have you looking out for him." With his purchase in hand, Adam made his way back to the fruit section to collect the assortment of fruits he had requested earlier. Upon arriving at the fruit section again after his trip to the meat section, Adam was pleasantly surprised by the vibrant display of fresh fruits. The colorful array of strawberries, oranges, kiwis, and pineapples caught his eye, and the sweet aroma in the air enticed his senses. He approached the fruit vendor, a cheerful, elderly man with a wide grin, who welcomed him warmly.

Hanas approached and patted Eric a few times, almost making him fall, Eric smiled at Hanas with such great energy, he must be practicing martial arts. "Yes, you're also very different from before, you've grown up." “Of course, I have to make myself better and better, I brought these gift baskets of grapefruits.” Hanas pulled a basket of pomelos that caught Eric's attention, seeing that the grapefruit was very large, Eric thought that the flesh of the grapefruit would be very little. Looking at the five large baskets, Eric divided two fruits each, the village chief's family five fruits, Smith four. Then he told everyone to finish eating, and keep the shell for him.

The afternoon light bathed the fruit bowl, making the colorful selection even more inviting. With a leisurely pace, he approached the counter, drawn to the assortment of fruits. The bright yellow bananas, the deep red strawberries, the juicy peaches, and the plump blueberries enticed him with their delicious promises. He paused for a moment, contemplating which combination of flavors would make the perfect fruit juice.

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,

“Can we come inside?” Olena paused and glanced at Zinnia, silently asking. Zinnia hesitated, then gave a small nod. “You can come in,” she said quietly. The two strangers stepped inside, carrying a woven basket between them. Inside, bright apples, ripe cherries, and clusters of grapes. “We… we both wanted to give you these.” One of the girls pushed the basket forward, her gaze fixed on Olena. Olena frowned in confusion but reached out, accepting the fruit. “Sorry,” she asked cautiously, “but who sent you?”

It was a gorgeous scene that could become an artist's masterpiece. Jeremy knocked down a lot of persimmons. All of them seemed to obey his command, for none of them landed on Joanna. Soon, Joanna was able to fill the baskets with persimmons. She tried to bend over and pick them up. But the moment she touched the first basket, another bigger hand had already swooped in to carry the handles of the basket before lifting it up easily After that, Jeremy picked up the second basket that was laden with persimmons. He made his way back to the mansion in wide strides.

The words came out a little too fast and I realised I was smiling, my chin lifting a bit as pride sneaked in before I could stop it. Elena paused and looked at me over her shoulder, one brow lifting. “Are you bragging right now?” I made a small laugh. “Maybe a little.” She chuckled too, shaking her head as she opened the fridge, the light spilling out and revealing the neatly arranged shelves. Everything inside was organised and carefully stocked. There were bowls of cut fruits, small containers with labels, bottles of juice and milk lined up like soldiers, and what looked like prepared meals sealed and untouched. She reached in and took out a small bowl of fruit, setting it on the counter.