Human-human Fruit Nika Novels & Stories

Wu Busi beheld Yan Yi with an immensely envious look at the latter's impending breakthrough to become a Human King after ingesting the magical fruit. Cradling his fruit carefully, he hazarded a little bite, feeling the sweet flavor of the fruit flooding into his mouth and tingling his senses, and he began wolfing it down quickly, leaving not even its seed and making well sure to lick his fingers of its juices for good measure.

" When I heard the doctor say that, I went completely quiet. For the sake of a new project, I had been overseas for 39 straight days, working day and night, and I finally made it back in one piece. I never expected that at the celebration dinner, one glass of mango juice from Alan Holt would land me right in a hospital bed. Out of habit, I tapped open my pinned chat, typed two words, and then realized something felt off. Looking closely, I confirmed that it was Alan Holt. He had just changed his profile picture. Now, it was a green mango. While I was staring blankly at the chat window, Alan's call came through. He sounded cold. "I'm already home. Where are you?" I said nothing. Any other tim

'Tara says, Mini was happy to see that she was given free hands to prepare the fruits juicy drinks, and she quickly walked to the kitchen and prepare the fruits juice with the juicer she add up long hours of Anastasia pills and brought the two glass cups of fresh fruits juice drinks to the living room, one glass cup for herself and one glass cup for 'Tara, “thank you my dear beautiful friend” 'Tara says,

Niko looked on the verge of rolling his eyes as he muttered “That idiot likes everyone” “Hm?” I grin behind my glass watching as he places a piece of cake on her plate only for Vanessa to pick it up with two fingers as though it was contaminated, return it to the tray, and pick up one exactly like it, popping it into her mouth, then she proceeded to lick crumbs off her fingertips nodding at what I know to be a fruity taste explode on her tongue.

See no evil! She wanted to tell Wanda to leave, but when she stood up, she realized her head was spinning. Helma immediately looked at the juice. The man loudly said, "I told you, this cocktail is strong!" Helma stared at him. "This is alcohol?" "Fruit wine, our special blend here, doesn't taste like alcohol at all!" The man said loudly. Helma subconsciously touched her lower abdomen. "Wanda, let's go." Helma stepped forward and grabbed Wanda.

So I smile again as I stand, still holding onto his hand, and tug him after me. Hand in hand, we walk through the ship and down the ramp. Hand in hand, we head out into the world to look for food. It’s a risk, eating anything on this planet when none of it has been tested. We could easily poison ourselves. But it’s a large degree of comfort having a Nero at your side who can heal you with Neron if you eat something wrong. We find the last remaining fruit clinging to a tree. Its skin is yellow and uneven, but the meat inside is bright pink and extremely juicy and sweet. We collect all eight of them that are left.

The man hasn't done anything and yet she feels warmth pooling in her stomach and settling between her legs. Adonis gently grabs Lana's left wrist and brings her hand to his mouth. Lana's lips part as Adonis opens his mouth and his tongue darts out as he dives it into the fruit. Lana felt the slick soaking her underwear at the slurping sound Adonis made as he dove his face in, eating the dragon fruit as if it were her center. The warrior's eyes never leave Lana's green eyes. They stay focused on her, listening to her heart accelerate, smelling her slick even over the sweet scent of the fruit. It blows his mind how his little dragon smells even sweeter than the fruit.

She tugged Nieal’s sleeve lightly. Seeing the look on her face, Nieal nodded then leaned closer to her ear, he whispered. “Don’t stray too far.” Nieal’s eyes followed her as she walked towards the beverages area. She knew Nieal would occasionally take a quick glance at her, checking her, so she chose not to touch alcohol. Instead, she mixed four fruit drinks into one glass. “Excellent choice of drink.” A man praised, coming from her side. “Mr. Lucas.” Irina recognized him.

Mason raised his gaze to mine, his lips twitching at the corners, which told me he was enjoying himself. The cocktail looked like a drink, nothing like ketchup. This man needed his eyes testing I think. I slowly shook my head. Not to mention I had to bite my lip to stop myself saying something to him. This man was not right in the head if he thought for a second tomato ketchup was a fruit smoothie. Who in the right mind would want to drink that stuff? Noushka was chuckling again, knowing how hard it was for me to hold back my thoughts.

"Ni—Nicholas?" "Fuck…"