If You Were A Fruit You'd Be A Fineapple Mga Nobela at Kwento

Sean suddenly stretched his hand out, and a bodyguard dropped a clean apple in Sean's hand, immediately. David and Jude shook their heads, while Zenos glanced at him briefly. “I'm afraid that—one day—you'll be the first to be diagnosed as having too much fruit illness, you fruit addict…” Sean took a mouthful, swallowed the bite, and he immediately opened his mouth to bicker with the trio, who were always mocking his fruit-eating habit. “At least mine is still…”

I wanted to ask him, but I waited for him to continue. "Papa said you are very kind to everyone. That means you have a kind heart. So you will become an apple because Apple is a heart shape. Yes, that's it. You will become an apple, a very sweet apple." I peeked at him, and he was grinning widely at his idea. This kid is adorable and handsome. I wanted to pinch his rosy and chubby face.

“You try it!” I lean in to scoop a small piece. “I think you nailed it, Andre. Mushy water. Good job!” He looks smug, and jots it down in his notebook with an exaggerated flair. As we move to the next stall, Andre's enthusiasm grows. Every new fruit feels like an adventure for him. “What's this one?” He asks, holding up something green. “Custard apple,” I tell him. “Sweet and creamy. Want you try?” Andre nods but this time he hesitates after the first bite. “It's weird,” he mumbles, chewing slowly.

I munched the strawberries happily but I could see a look of reluctance fixed on Harper's face. “You don't like strawberries?” I asked shortly. I was being like Harper too, meddling it business that shouldn't be my concern. “No, that's not it… I'm a big fan of strawberries!” Harper replied. She picked one delicately and threw it inside her mouth. She was obviously not munching. “You don't have to eat it if you don't like it, baby,” Olivia seemed to have noticed too. “Someone once told me strawberries weren't as sweet as they looked. He didn't like it because of that.”

He approached the fruit vendor, a cheerful, elderly man with a wide grin, who welcomed him warmly. "Good afternoon, sir," the vendor greeted, his eyes twinkling with enthusiasm. "I've set aside a box of fresh strawberries, oranges, kiwis, and pineapples just for you. They are perfect for someone who's not feeling their best. Why don't you pick whichever you like best?"

Harry said. "Shut up guys, you're making me shy~" I said sarcastically and rolled my eyes. Meh, I don't even know how many times I've rolled my eyes already. "Okay, my turn. If you were a fruit, you'd be a FINE-APPLE!" Ione said her joke and I wanna call the FBI already. Police! Open up! Illegal pun jokers on the loose! "Nah. So-so," Erik teased her, "This time, it's my turn. Ahem! Adharia, you hold the KIWI to my heart! Get it? Kiwi to my heart like a key! HAHAHAHA!" He's about to loose it.

Asher said He must have heard the sound from my tummy I look away and nod He walk out of the room I bit my lips,the hunger was eating me up How on earth did I get this hungry? I can't wait for Asher,I have to eat something even if it's fruits I stood up and went to the kitchen,in search of fruits ,I saw a lot on the kitchen table, banana, orange, apple and so on I lick my lips going for the apple,I hummed in anticipation Have apple been this delicious? I finished that one and went for another "You are finally back,I thought you will remain in hiding forever"I heard that disgusting voice of Sarah

"I know I suck but who cares? I can always learn. We can make more babies and I can take care of all of them hahaha" "You dummy! I'm not a pig!" It was a clear sunny day; the wind was warm and the love between the two teenagers was blooming so bright and strong. "... eat this braised pork too, you've been eating apples every day." "I don't like it. I feel nauseous eating that pork I'm fine with apples. Oh, you should bring this kind of apple, okay? Green crunchy apples only." "I will buy whatever little peach wants."

I hoped she was good, these days it was harder and harder to find my sweet release, if she couldn't get the job done I'd have to move onto a different lady. I glanced at the list again, the next one I'd choose if Violet couldn't help me or the next time I came into the club if she could was a lady by the name of Peaches. I loved peaches, they were my favorite fruit, sweet but also tart at the same time; never too sweet nor too tart, just perfect.

God, I'm hungry. But I've been eating too much chips and ice cream these days so no, I can only eat fruits! No more junk food! Only juicy, peachy fruits. Wait… peachy? Why does it sound familiar? Is there a fruit called peachy? I think there’s a fruit called peachy. Right? Peachy. Hmmm. Peaaa-chieee. Peaaaa-chie. Peaaaaachhhh-ieee. Aha! It’s called peach! Not peachy but peach! Peachy is something like his ass.