Kilo Fruit Novels & Stories

Benjamin pointed to a cluster of low-hanging, star-shaped yellow fruits. "Those are carambola, or star fruit," he explained, plucking one and wiping it on his shirt before offering it to me. "They are sweet, tart, and a good source of vitamin C. They were a favorite of my mother's." I took a sharp bite. The flavor was a burst of acidic sweetness that cut through the heaviness of the mission. "It's incredible. So much better than the imported stuff." We wandered deeper, sampling the island's bounty. We found huge, sweet mangos dripping with juice, which we ate standing right under the tree like two kids skipping school.

Especially since his Big sister is so beautiful. "It's 10 silver coins per kilo." Luke said unhappily. Grandpa Ben almost choked when he heard that, he immediately said, "What are you talking about? It's only 3 silver coins per kilo, young man." "Grandpa!" Luke grumbled but pursed his lips when his Grandpa warned him. He could only send these stupid men a death glare. "Give me 3 kilos of apples." "Old man, give me 5 kilos of mangoes."

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.

He opens it up and grabs a small water and some type of fruit out of it before zipping it back up and sitting down between me and the white wolf. I watch as he opens the bottle and takes a drink. He sighs when he is finished and opens the bag of weird fruit. I must have had a weird look on my face because he giggles when he looks over. “It’s dragon fruit. It’s my favorite.” He tells me as he places a piece in his mouth. “The only thing I don’t like is if I eat too much it makes me poop all day. Sometimes it happens because I can’t stop. It’s so good. Do you want to try it?” He asked me while holding a piece out to me. I slowly got up and went to him.

I replied hoping he does not ask further and it's just like he's reading my mind “Ohh okay” He muttered and I nodded “So about the answer?” “The wine is not made up of just one fruit” I said and his eyes widened, “How did you know that?” “Because I could inhale the scents of multiple fruits from it and the first fruit I discovered was lime that gave it a sour taste, then star fruit to suite the lime sour taste, it has blueberries too, it has cherries, peach and dragon fruits” These are the ones I could detect

I lay quietly in bed. I had never been seriously ill before. The only time I ended up in the hospital was when I was nine. I went tree climbing with Zach and the others but fell and broke my leg. The tree had round, orange-like fruits. Cecilia had stood under the tree and softly said, “I’m thirsty.” Like a fool, I climbed up to pick some for her. It turned out that they were not oranges but calamondin, which were mostly used for making perfumes.

What she didn’t know— was that this small act— would make him far more dangerous tonight. Soon, they arrived at the fruit-gathering area. Clar’s curiosity flared. She wanted to pick everything—but the original owner rarely left the cave. Her memory held almost nothing about these fruits. She looked at Lucas helplessly. “I know the orange one—Luna picked it before. But what’s this red one?” Lucas explained patiently. “The orange one is Sweet Fragrant Fruit. The red one is Sour Fruit.” She picked one and tasted it. Sour— very sour.

He brought the basket he’d been holding onto and set it down on the table for the Goddess Queen to see. The basket made with wooden weaves was filled with multiple green-colored fruits. The fruit was called Nori. It was a seasonal fruit and it would only grow around this time of the year in Ehrlich’s soil. Even then, the fruit only grew in the warmest areas down south. Its yield was drastically low, so it was quite difficult to find them in numbers. “It’s been a long time since I saw this!” Alicia looked at the basket with genuine excitement. For the past six years, the time she spent in Coulson, she had never gotten the chance to eat her favorite fruit.

Valeria asks as she sniffs the fruit. “It’s called fragosika, it’s a cousin to the dragon fruit only this is very sweet. Try it,” I encourage as I bite into the tasty fruit. Valeria gives it a tentative lick, and I try not to laugh. She bites into it and then smiles happily, “This is really good!” “Maybe we can take some home with us,” I suggest as we finish our fruit and continue our journey through the long winding streets, “Speaking of home…” “Uh oh, I don’t like that tone.”

said Wak Halim while offering a container to hold coconut water. "Here bring fruits for Zaweel and Zaweel, Ziya. Zaweel was the one who brought this much, distribute it to your uncle and younger siblings as well in front." Haziya took a white plastic bag filled with various kinds of fruit. There are apples, yams, oranges and salak.