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

Onur-Love wins, and the forbidden apple is sweeter than everything, only we know that because we experienced it. Lenor-Let everyone gets such love.

A lonely night, a night of sweet nightmares. And an apple which is turning red, may be blushing. I was lying yesterday, that kid was never out of my reach. I lied that I left him somewhere inadvertently, but it was intentional. Yet, you are not surprised… By the way I'm concerned about my health, and apples are a good thing to eat here on this planet. (Ard and Earth are similar planets but not exactly, because the author has changed its name, and also people of Ard are blessed with some annoying powers).

Minimalist yet sophisticated. Anyways. A shiny red apple caught my eyes as my stomach grumbled again. It was a matter of a second as I quickly grabbed the apple. Atleast this wasn't drugged. Biting the fruit, the sweet flavored nectar cascaded down my throat and I closed my eyes in bliss. God! I was so hungry. In less than a minute, I had finished the apple. My hunger was now on hold. Throwing the remains away, I was about to grab a banana when I heard his voice.

I said. "Thanks for what?" Brandy narrowed his eyes. "Thank you for buying my favorite fruit," I replied while enjoying the ​​red apple. "Ooh, it was Abraham who brought it," "Oh my God!" Instantly I choked. To be continued...t

ARIA POV "Yes!" I answered instantly like I've been waiting for a long time to be asked that, "But especially apple pies. They are the best but surprisingly I hate apple. You know, just the fruit and not a pie." "Hmm yeah, that's kind of weird." "I guess I'm a weirdo."

This fucking Demigod looked like he had just walked out of a magazine. I had always wondered how he'd look while naked. Sorry, us. And here we were, clothes ripped off and ready for sin. “You'd be my stepsister in a few weeks, don't you care?” I shook my head quickly, almost like cutting him off. “No, I don't.” “This is forbidden.” He pressed a smirk on his lips. He wasn't just interrogating me, he wanted to know the level of my desperation—how eager I was for this. “Rotten Fruit tastes sweetest,” I mentioned, grinning like an idiot. “Soren, now I don't care about fucking taboos.”

“Your hand looks heavy—can I hold it for you? Yes, while the said hand punches your nose and cuts off your tongue. Shut up ! Shut up ! Shut up ! Just shut up !! “Do you know what my shirt is made of? Boyfriend material.” Really ? No wonder it makes me want to tear it and burn it again and again. “ I can’t tell if that was an earthquake, or if you just seriously rocked my world.” I am telling you, man. You might be too young but that might be a fucking heart attack and if it isn’t then it must be some sort of a mind attack, coz yours looks seriously unhinged. “If you were a fruit, you’d be a ‘fine-apple.’ And you a bloody worm infested watermelon !

Marcus's face darkened, feeling somewhat uneasy. Phyllis looked at Mr. Marcus, hesitated for a moment, and calmly said, "Sapote, also known as the fruit of desire. In other words, it's a love fruit that can stir up desires in people. Do you understand?" "Damn, what kind of weird stuff is this?" Mr. Marcus couldn't help but curse. This was too eerie. No wonder there was a sickeningly sweet smell to it.

She paused and stared at him, blinking. “What?” Antonio asked with a grin. "Uhm, what's your favorite fruit?" She asked him, flustered. "Apples," he replied with a soft smile. "Okay. We'll take some of those," Ria told the seller. "Red or green?" She asked Antonio. When he just shrugged, she turned back to the seller. "Both." "What are we going to do with that amount of apples?" Antonio asked as Ria selected a good number. "A number of things," she replied. "We can eat them, we can make smoothies, I can make an apple pie." She squinted up at him. "What's your second favorite fruit?"