If You Were A Fruit You'd Be A Fineapple Novels & Stories

she murmured, her mouth salivating. Ceynol’s brows furrowed. “What is it? Do you need water? A blanket?” Jade shook her head, her lips trembling slightly. “I want a square apple.” Ceynol stared at her. “A… what?” “A square apple,” she repeated, as if it were the most normal request in the world. Ceynol blinked, trying to process it. “Jade, apples aren’t… square.” He reasoned out.

To see the legendary fruit right in front of him caused an enraptured and relieved smile to form on his lips. “You’re saved, Faye,” he cooed, his grin blossoming into one that echoed a mirthful child’s. He watched as the flowers and greenery surrounding the fruit withered and shriveled, until all there was left was the Ambrosia Fruit and its odd, colorful resplendence. It glimmered and dazzled in glorious radiance, puzzling its onlookers with the nagging feeling that it was more than just a fruit and more of an actual, sapient lifeform.

She mumbled. " Now, papaya's turn, " King said. "WHAT... " she yelled, it was like another bomb exploded on her. " Aren't you seeing Apples, Oranges, bananas? Why are these fruits here, huh? " He said while curving his lips up. " You, you mean all of them? " She asked while stuttering. And then, one by one she placed them on her head and King shot them elegantly without missing his single target, while Anna kept thanking God for saving her life again and again.

And that was saying a lot because Juicy liked to eat. "What is in this...? Banana?" But she didn't have any bananas. Troy was nodding. "You had a box of instant banana pudding in your pantry. That's the secret ingredient—not so secret anymore, I guess." "Pudding?" She savored another bite of pancake. "I would have never thought..." There wasn't one raw spot on the bacon, nor was it burnt; it was just right. Juicy peeked at him. "Can I ask you a question?"

It would be a great story to write one day. And if I ever write it, I would end it with something like... They live happily ever after until life gave them lemons...because life, without lemons, is utterly boring. The End

To my surprise, nestled within was a sleek cell phone, accompanied by a note inscribed with the words, "To our equal love in an unequal world." A smile effortlessly spread across my face as I realized the gift was from Mac Allister. The sentiment expressed in his words warmed my heart, emphasizing the unique connection we shared amidst the complexities of our respective lives. It was a reminder of the unconventional nature of our relationship, yet one that held unwavering strength and affection.

The flesh was pale, crisp, and astonishingly flavorful—sweet with a bright, almost lemony tang. "It tastes like sunshine and snow," Keila declared, juice on her chin. Emily gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. She looked from Keila to the apple to the ghost of her mother's handwriting in her mind. Jacob's favorite. 'Winter Banana.' Says it tastes like sunshine and snow.

He had just unleashed a word flood from Aleena. "It's not just the color, it's the whole orange. The scent, the flavor, the color, the fruit. Who names fruit a color? Who names a color after a fruit! It doesn't make any sense. The juice. Orange juice! There are these little leafy bits that get stuck between my teeth and they make me feel barfy," Aleena rambled on.

What if I wake up back in my cold and torture room, hungry like always? I drink a new liquid. I bite into an apple without even wiping the peach syrup from my face. The sharp sweet taste makes me moan very loudly. When was the last time I had fresh fruit? Mum would always give the fruits and Leah would eat apples in front of me, slowly, describing how delicious they were while I sat there starving…

ah, yes, aunty said the fruit she brought earlier. "Do you have any mangoes, aunt?" He seemed to be out of his mind when he asked, he blinked while putting his hand on his head. "Nothing, you only have apples, oranges and grapes." "Eh? I thought there were mangoes." I said softly to myself. "Don't worry, when I come back here again I will buy you mangoes." "Thank you." I smiled at him. Mango is also my favorite, especially when it's raw, but it just makes me wonder why I smell mango?