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

Ava frowned as she ate the last of the fruit basket. It was filled with some of the most delicious fruits: the juiciest grapes, strawberries, and mangoes. It was truly something she would definitely go and buy for herself in the future. Ava wanted to buy one now but she was leaving the country in a few hours and surely could not finish it in that amount of time.

A few of the men climbed the waterfall, leaping off into the lake below. “Hmph! Show-offs!” one of the girls laughed at the two men who jumped from the top. Alice noticed a path leading up to the falls. Intrigued, she started walking toward it but soon found herself distracted by a row of fruit trees. The fruits looked delicious. I wonder what those are. They look tasty, Alice thought, moving closer to the tree. It was a rambutan tree, with fruit similar to lychees—hairy on the outside and red when ripe. Alice stared at the tempting fruits but couldn’t figure out how to reach them.

Aditi said in a sarcastic tone and Maurvi raised her eyebrow at her and then smiled. " Aww. I know the nutritive value of almost each and every food item. I think Apple is just overrated. There are many other food items that are as good as apples. If you want I can give you a detailed account of all of them. But right now I am here to enjoy the engagement ceremony of our dear friends. And... yes, I have heard about the saying - An apple a day keeps the doctor away. But I will tell you the extended version. It goes like this...

“Come on,” “But apples…” “We’re getting the apples.” I said, clearing my throat before I stuttered. “And your fruits, now come on…”

“Uh… Apple.” My gaze had landed on the fruit plate on the table. Tristan followed my line of sight to the glass coffee table. My cover was already falling apart. He was too sharp—unnaturally sharp. It was like he could read my mind. He raised a brow. “Apple, huh? What a lovely name. Why not Orange while you’re at it? That way we’d have a whole fruit platter.” I said nothing. Julian finally spoke. “Sir Tristan, let her go. We still need to talk.”

We've been friends for so long, so I know he’ll know what this means. "This is for you," I said softly. "Maybe you can start by taking care of yourself." Rich looked at the apple and then at me. "You think a piece of fruit will fix me?" he teased. I gave a small smile despite my irritation. Should I give him a kick on the face instead?

The moment I pushed the door open, my mother’s screaming hit me. "How long will you keep up this pathetic act, Kressa? You are perfectly fine!" My mother jabbed a finger toward my face, her eyes filled with a disappointment colder than any anger. "You are a healing priestess, blessed by the gods themselves! You were always our sweet, compassionate child... How could you stoop so low? Trying to steal your sister's life-saving Golden Apple out of pure, ugly jealousy!"

Now that Xyla Quest knew for sure that Josh Batton was fine, there was no reason for her to stay around any longer. Xyla picked up an apple in the ward and carefully peeled it before handing it over to Josh. She had no idea that Josh detested apples the most. However, when Josh accepted the apple from her, he didn’t say anything. He took a bite from it and smiled. “It’s very sweet,” he said. “Really?” Xyla asked. “Yeah. Apple is my favorite fruit.” Josh took another bite.

"I would assume it's poisonous, but if you want to suffer an attack of sudden diarrhea, then go ahead, eat it. But don't come to me complaining when you're shitting blood!" Sleepy seems to consider his options but then ends up shrugging and pressing his teeth into the fruit. He tilts his head in approval, liking the flavor, and I roll my eyes. Men can eat anything, even deadly-looking fruit. Well, I prefer men who aren't fussy about their food. "It's so freaking good!" Sleepy is munching and dries his wet lips on the back of his hand. "By the way, how come you're not burning up from walking in the sunlight? Did I miss something?"

As he was speaking, a fruit, that has a resemblance of a pear, appeared in front of us. At first, no one took their fruit because of hesitation and it seemed like that Mammon’s words were not enough to believe him so I was the first to take the fruit and have a bite of it. It’s juicy and sweet. It’s melting on my tongue that makes me want more of it. What kind of fruit is this? After a few minutes, the others seemed convince so they also ate the fruit Mammon gave to them. “Enjoy your food!” Mammon said, then, he turned his back against us.