Little Mushroom Novel Novels & Stories

She was so hooked into the novel she was reading and as she flipped her twentieth page that afternoon, something fell out of the book and fluttered onto the floor. “Hm? Is that…” For the first time since she started reading that intriguing novel, she shifted her attention, reluctantly tearing away from her fantasy word and back into reality to pick up the little paper. But it was a picture that made her smile wryly. On it was a little baby, Mario when he was just a few months old. All wrapped up in a baby blue shawl and looking to be asleep. She fondly rubbed her fingers over the smooth surface of the picture in her hands. She was recollecting the past again.

It was actually awkward between us as I sat down opposite him and kept staring at him while he ate. ​I picked up the cutlery to eat but stopped when my eyes fell on the mushrooms on the plate. ​Oh no. ​I slowly placed my trembling hands on my thigh to avoid drawing attention. Of all the things in the universe, I decided to be allergic to mushrooms. It was the one thing I was deeply afraid of. ​“You're not eating?” he asked with a raised eyebrow, wondering what I was looking at. I shook my head. ​“I'm fine... You can carry on without me.” I stood up immediately and returned to the room; only then was I able to catch my breath.

" Lady Molly's POV It was foggy when I went outside looking for some edible mushrooms. Like the usual, I wore my cloak to protect my skin from the cold breeze and also to hide my own appearance if ever someone would spot me in here. Edible mushrooms cannot be found here in the North part of the forest. So, I have no other choice but to return to where our old cottage is. There are also lots of dried leaves on the floor but some of them are wet so it doesn't make any crunchy sounds at all. While walking towards an endless path, I have noticed a quiet nasty smell coming near me. It smells like rotten flesh and dead rats. Because of the fog that was hindering my line of sight, I can't figure ou

Mira smiled “Take your time.” Samuel didn’t have any expectation for the food. It was just a polite gesture… but the flavor blew his mind. He was tempted to hide some of the mushrooms in his pockets and take back for his master. Jack came back carrying the basket. Mira followed behind…of course, she didn’t forget to throw the furs in space before coming in. “This is simply divine.” Samuel licked his fingers shamelessly as he finished eating the mushrooms. Mira bought Jack’s breakfast out as well.

I made a small approving sound as I lifted my fork. “It looks so good, doesn’t it?” “Yes, delicious,” Nolan responded. I cut a piece of meat along with a mushroom. It was a small piece of mushroom about the size of the tip of my thumb. It was small enough not to be noticed. I leaned across the table with the fork. “Try this. The kitchen really has outdone itself.” Nolan opened his mouth. I fed him the mushroom.

Luna The Next Morning, I padded down the stairs in one of his old shirts, too big on me, the hem brushing my thighs. The cotton clung to my skin with each breath, and I hated how it felt like a claim. Misha stood by the stove, setting down bread, cheese, and a steaming pot of borscht like this was some kind of domestic dream and not a waking nightmare. The scent curled through the room, earthy, rich. Too warm.

Since she lived under the same roof as me for so long, I think she might even know me better than Chloe and Leah, as crazy as that sounds. “You’re upset.” Elsie’s eyes meet mine across the counter. She’s stirring a pot of stew, which is filling the kitchen with the fragrant scent of fresh mushrooms and beef. We just picked the mushrooms in the nearby woods this morning, so they smell even earthier and fresher. That’s one thing I miss about living in the countryside: the mushrooms. “How can you tell?” I ask. She shrugs, tapping the wooden spoon on the side of the pot. “You’ve been chopping that same carrot for like five minutes now.”

Lucas roared angrily. "What is a mushroom doing in my mother's food? Are you trying to kill my mother!?" He yelled at me angrily. "Excuse me? Trying to kill your mother?" I looked into mother's meal and caught sight of the remnant of a poorly grounded mushroom which sat on the spoon. My confused and pissed orbs trailed back to Lucas' hot orbs in utter shock. What the hell is going on?

The oppressive hum of the Digital Palate was almost entirely absent here, replaced by a primal quiet that resonated with the Observer’s coded language. Lia knelt by a gnarled root, her fingers gently probing the soil. "Here," she whispered, her voice filled with a quiet triumph. "It’s… it’s growing beneath this old root. It’s dark, and… dense, just like the description." Bima hurried over. Nestled in the damp earth, sheltered by the ancient root, was a cluster of mushrooms. They were unlike anything Bima had ever seen. Their caps were a deep, matte black, almost velvety in texture, and they were surprisingly large, some as big as Bima’s fist. They seemed to absorb the scant light that filter

It had been a long time since she had touched such delightful books, and now, picking them up again, the attraction had an added layer. The weather was terrible. After lunch, a drizzle began to patter outside the window. The tap-tap of water droplets hitting the tin roof rang incessantly. Reading in the dim light made Lin Yilan a bit dizzy. She pushed the book aside to take a break when suddenly, there was a noise outside the door. There were scattered footsteps of more than one person. A stray dog somewhere was kicked, letting out a yelp before jumping up and fleeing in panic. Voices drew nearer, sounding like several children conversing.