Fruits Basket Valentine's Day Novels & Stories

Others lead you home. The best Valentine's Day gift wasn't a proposal, roses, or someone's too-late regret. It was saving myself from a love that had already fallen apart.

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.

He extended the bouquet and the basket toward me like they were peace offerings, his tired eyes hopeful and sincere. I stared at him, then at the ridiculous gifts in his hands. Flowers that might’ve once been beautiful but now looked like an insult, a mockery. The basket was stuffed with expensive treats—chocolates, wine, maybe even something more indulgent—and the entire display made my stomach churn. What was this? An apology? A bribe? A sick joke?

I am surprise when someone suddenly speaks making me look around. I feel my face burns when I see Leo standing on the side going to the back door of the house. “Y-Yes Leo, did something happen? W-Why are you looking for me?” I ask out of words to say. My heart beat suddenly hammers so loudly and beats so fast. “I-I just thought of checking on you since Miss Lana is busy helping the others. I thought you might like to have some of these.” Leo said as he extends his hand holding a basket full of different kind of weird looking fruits.

He looked as Chelsea pursed his lips and huffed. "But there are mangoes in it and strawberries too. There's even tangerines, sweet melons, coconuts and chocolate. Don't you like chocolate? I like them but I don't eat them or else I won't have this amazing figure and my grandfather was diabetic so I don't wanna take any chances." He pouted and something zinged through Arc at the inviting pinkish lips. "And can't you see the cute red bowstring on the handle and the ribbons? A lot of effort was put into this. Come on, you can't be that heartless." Arc folded his arms and stared at him. Fruit baskets did nothing for him even though he'd never received one before and he wasn't going to let this r

Ethan’s P.O.V Valentina stared hard at the broken glasses, and she withdrew her shaky hands ignoring me as though I wasn’t there, she began to pick up her books from the floor, and one of them caught my eyes. It was a plain white book with folded edges, it seemed like a fictional book. “Valentine’s Day” was the supposed title, it was written in bold blood-red letters, I was interested in the book because this is the first time I’ve seen such a unique title.

I said and pulling my hair into a bun since the wind makes my hair go weird "Okay students.. Now make a line so that I can give you your bus number , there are 4 buses and it will be random" We all groaned , please let me and Leah be in one bus because I don't know what I will do in this 2 hours trip without her. We all get into a long line and the teachers give out their bus number. I prayed a lot so I can be with Leah. Please please.. "Valentine Regens , you're number 4"

“I have intended to use this trap on Lucas Harrison if he ever dares to come here again, but he's forcing me to use it too early.” “If I'm not mistaken, is this what you referred to as his weakness?” Isla asked. Heidi sighed and nodded as a particular memory flashed in her mind. “Lucas Harrison is…” “Good morning, My Love?” Heidi trailed off, blinking at the figure of the man approaching with a huge basket. Inside the basket were different varieties of tropical fruits. Heidi got to her feet, her eyes fixed on the colorful fruits, her mouth watering. “Do you like them?” Lucas stopped in front of her, smiling.

She flicked her finger at one of the balloons, and it slammed into the others, making them wiggle around in the air. “It’s nice of you, but you don’t have to keep thanking me.” “I know, but I couldn’t help myself when the idea came up.” She held the basket out to him. “Will you accept?” “Of course.” Once he had it, he looked into it. Everything she mentioned was there. Bars of chocolate wrapped and tied with a thin ribbon in a clear bag. The lemonade cups were tied to the basket, possibly to keep them from spilling when she cycled.

I answered him. Lei and B. These are code names that we use for official transactions. Colby’s code name is Tres. Blake didn’t answer on the intercom. Usually, he’ll just answer a simple ok or thanks. I noticed it but didn’t make it a big deal. Then I heard a ding on my message app. “Thanks. Wanna grab dinner?” It was from Blake. I felt my face burn red and my heart suddenly raced. I think I stared at it for too long because he sent another one.