Fruits Basket Valentine's Day Novels & Stories

She replied, gasping for air. "Here, I brought some fruits" She heard and turned to see Austin, holding a basket. "Leave now!" She replied, getting angry but her tummy grumbled and she so much hungered for fruits. "I'll leave you two for some time" Lucile asserted and walked away. Austin walked close to her and dropped the basket on the floor. He brought out a cloth and spread it on the floor. He opened the basket and brought out some oranges, apples, watermelon and peaches.

I called out. She dragged her gaze from the flowers to my face. "Hello, Valeria. Come on and sit down." She shifted a little on her bed and patted a spot beside her. I obediently sat. "These are beautiful, thank you." She pointed to the large basket of fruits in the corner. "Those are nice too. A lot of my favourite fruits are in there."

Song Jin quickly said . " Erm... it's sweet and juicy ." " Sirs... because this is your first time to visit our farm . You can choose any fruits here and each one of you can fills up five baskets . Two of the workers will bring the fruits for you . You can bring home the baskets to the mansion . Tomorrow my men will get the baskets from the mansion . You can ask for the workers help to fill the basket. Song Jin look at the workers that stands behind the big rattan baskets ." Song Jin politely said to them .

"If you say so. Otherwise, we can have it here." "Here is okay, if it is convenient." He agreed with her and they walked to the kitchen and brought her basket. He helped her to display the fruits and he began to eat. "The fruits are different," he said and looked into her eyes. "Yes," she smiled and answered. "Why?" "It is a symbol of my love for you," she made clear. He shook his head and said, "I will never let you down," and continued to eat.

she spoke calmly, but oddly, I didn't feel the calm, nor did I get the idea of it just being a gift. She gently placed the basket on the table and opened it. It was filled with lots of fruits ranging from berries to apples even plums... But this was way too much to be a thank-you gift. "These were freshly plucked and I took the liberty of hand-picking them for you," she added. "Myra, you didn't have to." "No, you are worth the stress. Besides, you are a guest of the king and Orin seems to be concerned about your well-being too."

“Of course you sent orchids. What’s next? A piano?” She opened the basket slowly, peeled back the cellophane, took one look at the gleaming fruit, and sighed. It was a beautiful gesture. Thoughtful. And she was out of fruits too, she just couldn't take her lazy feet out for grocery shopping, so it's a win-win but she just wasn’t in the mood to be moved by it. She turned away and headed toward the pantry, muttering under her breath about how ridiculous it was that fruit and apologies went hand in hand these days. She was going to enjoy it though.

Instead, my eyes landed directly on the large wooden table in the center of the living room. Sitting right there was a silly mountain of fresh berries, sliced melons, and rare honeyed plums—every single one of them my favorite childhood fruits. The basket was huge, wrapped in a simple white silk ribbon without a single card or name attached to it. But the scent of rain and old ash was faintly clinging to the wicker. It was an anonymous order from the royal kitchen, a weak, silent peace offering from a king who didn't know how to use his words.

My whole body shivered uncontrollably. Ian… How could he? Out there, with another woman? And so recklessly that it landed them in a hospital? The realization was like a blow to the gut. My breath hitched painfully, and I clung to the wall for support. Why did I have to find out like this—while carrying his child? Why did he have to betray me, especially today, of all days? Valentine's Day. Suddenly, a sharp, stabbing pain gripped my belly. I bent over, barely able to stay on my feet, while the voices around me continued unabated.

As the morning sun peeked through the curtains, Zion strolled into the room, a tray filled with an array of Ayva's favorite foods in hand. With a mischievous grin, he greeted her in a singsong voice, "Good morning, sunshine!" His playful tone was accompanied by a falsetto voice as he exclaimed. "Guess what day it is? It's Valentine's Day and you're starting the day with breakfast in bed!"

"This is beautiful." He shrugged, a modest smile on his face. "I wanted to do something special for you. For us." We sat down on the blanket, and he began to unpack the basket, revealing all of my favorite foods: fresh strawberries, creamy brie, crusty baguettes, and a bottle of chilled champagne. While eating, we spoke of everything and nothing; our laughter mingled with the sounds of evening.