Orange Marmalade Webtoon Novels & Stories

It had the perfect golden color and on its top were strips of flaky crusts covering the juicy red filling of marmalade. My hand was about to steal a piece, it was aiming for the fattest pie, when a clanking sound of pan halted me. “Martha!” I checked if my heart was still fine. “Suits you right for almost stealing my pie.” “I am not stealing it. What is that, anyway?” “The filling?” She asked, and I answered with nods. “Strawberry. Preserved and dried.” “Really? But its aroma is crisp, like it was freshly picked.” Fatma included herself on the conversation. She leaned closer towards the top of the oak table, and started moving her hand to the direction of her nose.

Miall Per my mother's instructions, Malakhi and I waited downstairs for the girls. It took them forever to get ready, and I started to get bored. Malakhi seemed excited despite stuffing himself with Amanah’s fruits. We both sat on the island tools, watching Malakhi choose and pick which fruit he would shove in his mouth. “Do you really want to go through it again with Amanah?” I asked as I leaned against my fist, watching him peel an orange, as she called it. It was orange in colour, which was not very creative of her people.

Mala always wanted Moon but Moon was never interested in a bitchy person that Mala was. Mala was done carving her face. Melody brought a mirror and showed it to Ocean. Ocean screamed loudly seeing her horrible face. The triplets and Mala laughed at her misery. Mala still didn't feel satisfied with whatever she had done to Ocean. She gritted her teeth and cut both of Ocean's wrists.

“Tell me if you’re in pain.” Maria smiled, already going back to peeling her orange like nothing had happened. “I’m okay. Jasper didn’t push hard.” Then she tilted her head up at me. “But my orange is the sweetest. Ms. Ava, you’ve got to taste it later.” A small breath left me. “Sure,” I said, brushing my fingers through her hair. Soon, Maria held out a slice of orange toward me. “Ms. Ava, take a bite.” I blinked, then leaned in and took it.

Obviously, they had ulterior motive. In contrast, Little Orange didn't have so much trouble. Most of the boys didn't dare to approach her. If they wanted to please her, they had to choose the right way. If they made her feel uncomfortable and made her father think too much, then it would not be a good thing, but a great disaster. Therefore, Little Orange lived a comfortable life. As a result, Little Apple suddenly felt a sense of longing for the cut and thrust of the martial arts world in his godmother’s mouth.

September arrived with cooler winds and golden light. The leaves on the trees turned orange and red and yellow. The garden gave its last harvest. Tomatoes. Peppers. Herbs that Catherine dried and stored in glass jars. Liam said we had enough to last through winter. I said we would probably eat it all by November. Maple loved the fall. She chased falling leaves. She rolled in piles I had just raked. She came inside covered in sticks and dirt and happiness. Marmalade watched from the window. He judged her silently.

Together, they would create a joyful memory, celebrating the bond they all shared as a family. Just then, Keita bounded up the stairs, his eyes lighting up at the sight of the apples in the bowl. Without hesitation, he reached for another apple, eager to take a bite. However, instead of returning to his playful adventures in the backyard, Keita had a different plan in mind. He took a bite from the apple and then extended his hand towards Omar, offering him the remaining piece. But Omar shook his head, his expression clearly showing his dislike for the apple. He firmly stated, "No, I don't like red apples."

[149. Nectarines ] Dae sat with an angry expression on the edge of a couple of steps to the orchard behind the Kim's house, his hands crossed over his chest. Aroon sat on the other end of the same step holding a few ripe nectarines in his palm, his face turned to the younger with a small grin on his face.

I frown. "Of course not," he sighs, putting his laptop aside. "Come on, let's eat." "I'm not hungry." "I've been waiting for you to wake up so that we can eat together." I rise without argument, moving faster than he does. By the time he makes it to the table, I'm already spreading marmalade over my toast, Ma Constantia had given it to me a few days ago and it's my absolute favourite now. Enzo clears his throat, "Last night—"

Sharon went on. Her eyes were fixed on Hailey's face as she peeled the orange with the sharp knife, and her smile widened. Hailey lost her appetite as the orange smell filled the air but Sharon was not done talking yet.