Orange Marmalade Webtoon Novels & Stories

I take a small sip from my cup and reach for one of the small savory sandwiches on the tray in the center of the table. “Magdalene makes the most amazing orange marmalade. You really ought to try one of her scones with cream and marmalade. I know it’s more traditional to eat it with strawberry jam, but her orange marmalade is truly exceptional.” My mother muses, making mindless small talk. “Magdalene?” I ask, unsure of who she is. “The housekeeper who showed us to my rooms.” She replies, her demeanor calm and uninterested.

RPOV Songs: Calling the Shots by Jamie B, Waterfalls Coming Out Your Mouth by Glass Animals, Faster by Orlean, Like Real People Do by Hozier I bit down on an apple as I shoved my arm into the sleeve of my dress. The fruit was unseasonably large and barely fit in my mouth as I finished getting dressed. I could only assume the influx of Earth users had been using the orchard as an outlet this week rather than the gardens. When my hands were free again I took a chunk out of it and shuffled down the corridor. A few disturbed glances shot my way as I passed a group of Moroi and took another large bite.

“I don’t like this.” Looking at the piece of orange in her hand, Darren shook his head. Areiza looked at him before she put the orange into her mouth without saying anything. All of a sudden, Darren kissed her and the taste of the orange exploded in her mouth, sweet and fresh with a tinge of bitterness. He kissed her so hard that Areiza felt like she had lost all her strength. It was a long time before he finally let go of her, and the orange in her mouth had disappeared, but she couldn’t tell if she had eaten or if he did.

She wanted to hug all of them, but she might not be able to sell enough oranges to pay for everything. “Uh, Eine… have you forgotten how you found me earlier?” Wolfram kneeled next to the girl, who turned to face him again. “I bought lots of oranges from your Mommy. In fact, I bought all oranges your Mommy is supposed to sell in a year. All of these are yours now.” “R-Really?” Eine gasped in shock. She then looked at everything else before looking at him again. “But… all the oranges turned into dolls? What about dresses?”

Just oranges. An aggressive quantity of oranges. Enough oranges to support a small civilization. The receptionist looked up as he stared at the boxes. “We asked around.” “And?” “No one knows who sent them.” Mrs. Holt walked into the lobby at exactly the wrong moment. Or the right moment. Depending on perspective. “Wonderful.” Adrian looked suspicious. “What exactly is wonderful?” “The oranges.” “That answer concerns me.” “I already have plans.” “Of course you do.” Interesting. Very interesting. By lunchtime the oranges had somehow become marmalade, fruit baskets, decorative arrangements, and what Mrs. Holt confidently described as a citrus strategy.

Diana whispered. Knock! Knock! The door opened and in came the waiter with their meal. He left just as soon as he laid down all the dishes. Diana grabbed a toasted bread and spread some butter and orange marmalade on it. Taking a bite, her taste buds sang. "Mmmmmnn" Lucas was amused at Diana's reaction when she ate the bread. "You like it so much?" Diana nodded. She licked the corner of her lips that had orange marmalade. "I like having my toast with butter and orange marmalade. It's really good!"

She often felt tired, dizzy and nausea, and she always wanted to vomit. In the morning, after receiving a few orders from the studio, Sonia took Amy to the nearby supermarket to buy some fruit. Recently, she had a bad appetite, so she wanted to vomit every morning. She needed to eat more fruit to supplement nutrition. When she saw the orange which was newly sold in the market, she was somehow very greedy, and her saliva was almost flowing out. She quickly took a plastic bag to choose. "Haven't you always been afraid of eating sour things, sister Sonia? This orange skin is cyan, it must be very sour, don't buy it," Amy replied.

It was nothing like the previous night in the hollow tree, but I was a lot of friends richer, and I had learned something about myself that I hadn’t known before. When I woke up in the morning, I could smell the sweet scent of oranges, and I woke up abruptly. Like I hadn’t pummeled him the night before, Lee casually held out an orange to me, and gratefully, I accepted it and got to my feet. Making use of the makeshift water collector they had made the night before, I splashed some water over my face and rinsed the orange before peeling the skin off and biting into it. Within seconds, I had finished it, and gratefully, I accepted the orange that Kimora offered to me. I was embarrassed, but I

But I already admitted that I was abnormal. So I peeled oranges for her. Everyday I peeled as much as twenty and more, and I would take them to her. I would watch her eat them slowly. Then I would squeeze the rest on her skin and lick it off her, revealing in the taste of orange juice mixed with her sweat. And she would moan loudly when I sucked it off her centre, I had decided that oranges tasted the sweetest on her skin. And nothing made me more fulfilled than watching her on top of me, eating oranges from all the right places.

I'm used to seeing him so guarded and prim all the time that this completely took me off guard. He was still irresistibly handsome. So handsome that my heart halted for ten seconds, and all electric current in my body rerouted to my cunt. He coughed, looking caught off guard. “Domestic. That’s the first time I’ve heard such,” “It’s a compliment, a very good one. And you are right, I like oranges. They smell good and they taste even better. There was one time, orange juice was all I could eat for three whole days. My sweat smelled of oranges.”