Orange Marmalade Webtoon Novels & Stories

Three-year-old Theo, with his curious eyes and tousled hair, snuggled up close, his little hand reaching out to touch the colorful illustrations on the pages. "Once upon a time in a faraway land," Mama Hazel began, her voice gentle and melodic, "there lived a playful fox named Oliver. He had a bright orange coat and a mischievous twinkle in his eye." Theo's eyes widened in wonder as he listened intently, captivated by the tale unfolding before him.

“One time, Yemaya. I made the mistake just one time.” “One time that could've, as well, cost me my life!” She scoffs dramatically. “Imagine waking up at six a.m. for my morning routine and going to grab my trusty gloriously nutty muesli, only to find out that you bought the one with raisins in it! That's a horrific betrayal, if you ask me.” I chuckle, shaking my head. “I’m picking up three boxes of the nutty one as we speak. Happy?” “Not just nutty. Gloriously nutty! It's the one with the orange packaging that's giving autumn vibes.”

The teacher, Emma Smith, brought me oranges for a long time afterward, though. Every day, she'd take me into her office, peel an orange, and make me eat it. She'd say that I was very sick and needed vitamins. If the other children saw, they'd take them away. She would buy oranges for everyone. She's kind; she just doesn't have enough money. Then I realized it wasn't her who bought them. She didn't have any money for me, either. Oranges are expensive. I saw this by chance when she reached into the closet for a folder. There's a mirror hanging across from her. In the mirror, I saw a whole bag of oranges hidden in the closet.

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.

His left hand lay by his side limply as blood flowed freely from his shoulder. Orange Monk’s body crouched into an unusual stance. His robe was in tatters, and his skin was exposed to all. His skin was cracked all over, like a parched land without a drop of water, and blood slowly dripped down the cracks. His appearance shook the hearts of all watching, and they were scared for his health. However the man in question, Orange Monk was unbothered. Enduring the pain he licked his lips, his eyes still clouded with bloodlust, and charged at Blue King once again. But this time things were different.

No, she had tasted the orange grown by Jin sunbaenim in her previous life, and remembered that it was delicious. He brushed the emotion off his face and spoke softly. "Tasty." When the voice fell, she reached out and took all the oranges left in her hand, shoving half in her mouth. "They're all cruel people..." Seeing such a scene, Jun who was watching the play couldn't help but be surprised. This orange was grown by him to make medicine, it was difficult to swallow, but the two tasted it so delicious, that he began to doubt himself. Hearing Jin's words, Lisa realized that something was wrong, when Mark was about to eat the last few oranges, he suddenly reached out, grabbed the oranges and s

She added with a smile. The more you grow the more your mouth became sweeter with words. Anyway thanks for appreciating. There is also orange, cloves and honey juice over there. You can have some later. Old Salama replied with a wide smile. She is a person who is obsessed with fruits, herbs and vegetable juice and every day she makes some and keep it. She always wish that the girls will visit her more to have there fill. Hmmm old Salama, l love you every day with orange, cloves and honey juice l will take it with me later. Thank you very much. Cocoa voiced.

He fractionally loosened his embrace. “But… But… But… I’m a little bit afraid… I’m a little bit worried that…” muttered Hanny a bit anxiously. “That’s okay, Hanny Darling… More or less, that’s merely an urban legend, a myth, a fairy tale which isn’t certainly right… If that’s finally proven true, then thank goodness… That’s really a bonus for us… If it’s eventually proven untrue, just ignore it, Hanny Darling… At least, we’ve obtained that mysterious and unknown orange light which can heal any injuries caused by the red orpiment… Isn’t it?” Hades calmed down his gentle beautiful queen again.

"That jar is empty now. We only have this brand left." "Go and get two jars of the other one at the supermarket, then." "It can't be found anywhere, Mr. Johnson." Hansel wasn't amused. "Why not?" Martha smiled rather awkwardly. "Ms. Sutton made the marmalade herself. I don't know how—wait, Mr. Johnson! Aren't you going to finish your breakfast first?" "No." Martha watched in bewilderment as Hansel stormed up the stairs. Why did he lose his temper all of a sudden?

“Also I did make something myself. One thing. And I swear I didn’t burn it.” “Oh?” I lifted a brow, intrigued. “What did you make?” “Homemade orange juice,” he said, straightening up his shoulders. “It has no pulp, comes cold-pressed, carries just enough sweetness, and I promise, it’s all me.” “Really?” I teased. “Yes.” He smirked. “I even wore an apron.” I grinned. “Now that, I would have paid to see.” He leaned in and whispered against my cheek, “Then let me go get it and you can reward me properly when I come back.”