Nico Robin Fruit Novels & Stories

"Wow, it sold over a billion bottles the first week." There is laughter. "You're such a weirdo..." "You only realize that now?" "No, I love you for it." My chest flutters. "You do?" I know Robin has said it already, but I never get tired of hearing it. "Yes..." Robin breaks free from my grasp around his neck, and I lean back to meet his eyes. There is an entertained smile on those lips. The bastard is laughing at me. "And I have a question..." Robin grins. "What about the sexy wife fragrance? Will that also be in your stores?"

The words came out a little too fast and I realised I was smiling, my chin lifting a bit as pride sneaked in before I could stop it. Elena paused and looked at me over her shoulder, one brow lifting. “Are you bragging right now?” I made a small laugh. “Maybe a little.” She chuckled too, shaking her head as she opened the fridge, the light spilling out and revealing the neatly arranged shelves. Everything inside was organised and carefully stocked. There were bowls of cut fruits, small containers with labels, bottles of juice and milk lined up like soldiers, and what looked like prepared meals sealed and untouched. She reached in and took out a small bowl of fruit, setting it on the counter.

Today, except for the small pills, she had no rice grains, no water, a low fever, and had been running for so long that her body could not stand it. She looked around, and not far away she saw a clump of solanum nigrum, with clusters of small green and black fruits hanging on it. She had eaten this kind of wild fruit when she was young. The green fruit is poisonous, and the ripe fruit will turn black. It is less poisonous and can be eaten, but not too much. Yuri went to pick some sunflower fruit, ate some, moistened her dry throat, and cushioned her hungry stomach.

Micheal looked at Nico's food which was a rich vegetarian dish. "Don't like your breakfast?" Nico asked as he held a glass of a red substance that appeared too red to be wine. Micheal was silent as he stared at him with a mixture of fear and anger. "You do know I can smell your emotions. It's so tasty but the anger is affecting it." Nico said then took a drink from his wine cup. "Is that blood?" "No it's tomato juice. I'm no vampire." "Then I'll refill it with your blood and hope you choke on it." Micheal threatened causing the second man to bitchslap him which made him to fall to the ground.

I follow her line of sight to see and a big frame with every size of dagger lined up on it. “Ah that’s my collection, I get one every time I find a good one.” Nico said, sounding proud of his accomplishment. Guess Ava will totally like him now, she herself always buys them for herself and me whenever she goes out to which the credit goes to her uncle, Who got her into this stuff. “I don’t see a Russian blade here.” Ava asked curiously, to which Nico’s smile turned upside down, “I had one but lost it during one of my jobs.”

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.”

I munched the strawberries happily but I could see a look of reluctance fixed on Harper's face. “You don't like strawberries?” I asked shortly. I was being like Harper too, meddling it business that shouldn't be my concern. “No, that's not it… I'm a big fan of strawberries!” Harper replied. She picked one delicately and threw it inside her mouth. She was obviously not munching. “You don't have to eat it if you don't like it, baby,” Olivia seemed to have noticed too. “Someone once told me strawberries weren't as sweet as they looked. He didn't like it because of that.”

Nico said decisively, “Green Plum Grass only sprouts in snow. My room is warm, so how would they grow?” Adrian did not care about that. All he needed was the leaf and stem. Since Nico denied that it was Green Plum Grass, he was free to take it. “Can you give me one?” he asked. “Of course,” Nico said without hesitation, “It’s poisonous though, so don’t touch it with your bare hands. I’ll get you some gloves.”

“Okay. We’ll get caramel. I’ll go now.” “I also want red grapes. Not the squishy ones. The firm, expensive kind. And if the shop’s out, I’ll cry. Not kidding.” Lucas was already halfway into his hoodie. “Grapes. Popcorn. Caramel. Copy that.” “And croutons.” “Croutons?” “To dip in whipped cream.” Lucas froze. “…I love you so much it’s scary.” Nico sat down, rubbing his swollen belly. “This baby is turning me into a culinary menace.”

He lifted his brows and tapped his chest strongly. Naomi was amused to see Robin being so cheeky. She chuckled, "Don't forget you are injured. Don't be so cheeky." She took an apple from the table, "Are you hungry? Do you want to have an apple?" Robin shook his head while Naomi took his glass. For some reason, she felt guilty if she did not do anything for Robin. "Let me get you a glass of water." She stood up and Robin called her immediately. "Naomi."