Novel & Cerita Fruits Basket Valentine's Day

" By the way, sister! Have you seen your gift? " Gift? What gift? Then I saw a basket of grapes with a paper on it. My favorite fruit again. A sweet smile of mine while looking at it and reading the notes on the paper. - Goodmorning Love. Happy first month of love. I'll wait for you at my house. I have something to tell you, It's really important. I have a surprise for you too. I'll just wait for you here, okay? Take care! I love you! - Waaahhhhh! He is doing it again! He's giving me butterflies again.

“That’s right, Claire. Ethan still cares about you. Just earlier, he was talking about surprising you for Valentine’s Day.” She turned to him, but her words were meant for me. “We’re all adults here. A little fun isn’t a big deal, right? Don’t take it to heart…” As she spoke, she picked up a bottle and aimed it at the scattered condoms on the floor. “Have you ever played with water balloons? They’re soft and feel just right against your skin. You should try it.” The still-warm latex pressed against my arm. My stomach lurched violently. The nausea surged up my throat, and I couldn’t hold it back—I vomited.

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.”

He had prepared a simple meal of three dishes and a soup, all her favorites from her hometown. Julian eagerly awaited her verdict. "How is it? Edible?" Just as she was about to taste it, he suddenly remembered something. "Wait, look at my memory. I almost forgot the most important thing." He dashed outside and returned as if by magic with a huge bouquet of roses. "Here, Lily, for you. Happy Valentine's Day."

But his voice, cold and arrogant, shattered it. "Where are you? Lucy needs a necklace for a banquet. I remember you wore that custom Valentine's piece today. Bring it over quickly." A bitter laugh echoed in my chest, mingling with despair. He killed our child for Lucy Wicker, and now he wanted to take my Valentine's necklace and give it to her? "Do you even remember leaving me alone at the bridal studio?" I asked. Caught off guard, Mike paused for a moment before replying curtly, "Are you seriously holding a grudge over that? Wedding photos can be taken any time. Why are you being so petty?"

He introduced himself, "I'm Ronald Weeks, lady. Twenty-three years old, and I've just graduated from college. Oh, here's a gift for you." He took out a pot of mint, apparently from out of nowhere. The smell sobered me up, and I was half-amused. "It is Valentine's Day today. And you gave me this?" "Yes. I bought this for you," said Ronald earnestly. "Why?" "You're a beautiful woman, and yet you still came to this place on Valentine's Day. I'm sure you know that this place can give you something better than a relationship." No arguments against that. I grabbed Ronald's hand and asked him to drink with me. When I sobered up once more, it was already the next day. I found myself in an unfamiliar

With my belly full and a smile on my lips, I was ready to kick ass. I stood right next to Areli, holding a basket in hand. The girl had outdone herself yet again. There was a whole bunch of baskets behind us we would give out to each couple. Each basket had flowers, treats and tiny gifts. I shook my head, deciding there was a lot to learn from the goddess standing tall next to me.

When it comes to food, that person gives up right away. We proceeded to the row of fruit plants. I went to the very end. I prefer to pick grapes and find them at the far end. Ysabelle chose to pick the apples. The two waiters went to the banana side. I dropped the basket I was carrying on the ground. I looked up at the many grapes hanging on top of me. It is made of bamboo to crawl on grape leaves to bear fruit. Most are purple and others are green but they are also ripe. I slowly touched the grape that was opposite my head. I gently picked it up and carefully placed it in the basket. I do not want to remove the grapes from its stalk. It is better to look if it is together on the same stem.

She added he last part as if it was an afterthought. I didn’t want to answer that question, our ideas of fun differed greatly. “Spoilsport. Anyways, look what we brought you.” She said shoving the basket in my face, “A basket of fruit.” The basket made me gag, its content rotten and the stink filled my nose. I tried pushing it away but she held it firm. “Now, don’t you know it’s rude to refuse a gift?” Casey said, “We went through so much to get that for you.”

he said, showing me a basket which was in his hand. "I have washed them all you can have," he said while handing me a basket full of fresh-picked fruit. "Aww, you didn't have to do that. Thank you" I said while taking the basket from his hand. "Come here," I said, opening my one arm to hug him. He bent down and hugged me. "It's so sweet of you," I said with a big overwhelmed smile on my face and I kissed him on his cheeks. He is so sweet. He smiled shyly at me.