Orchard Valley Dark Chocolate Blueberries Novels & Stories

Three days later, Asher came back. He was holding an exquisite wooden box filled with Morning Dew Berries, my favorite fruit during the pregnancy. They were a rare variety that only grew deep in the mountains, each one priceless and incredibly difficult to harvest. "Aurora, I brought you your favorite berries," he said, his voice soft and tentative. It was a clear peace offering. "They're from the hundred-year-old tree, extra fresh." I glanced up at him, then went back to sorting through my files.

She eagerly handed over her money and made her way to the next stall where there were homemade jams and preserves for sale. The flavors were unique and tempting, ranging from sweet fig and orange marmalade to tangy raspberry and lemon curd. Tasha decided on a jar of the spiced pear and vanilla preserves, knowing it would be the perfect addition to their morning toast. She also got a lot of pecan and almond nuts for Tyson.

“Wait, wait, wait. You like smoothies right?” “Yeah. Who doesn’t?” “Then check this out.” said Tres, his voice dripping with excitement. He led James over to what looked like a smoothie machine on first inspection. James was incredulous. “No way!” “Believe it, bro. Fresh fruit juices, yogurt, and a few additives, makes for one very happy student body. You’ve got any combo of strawberry, banana, orange, blueberry, apple, cherry, vanilla, and even chocolate for the base. Then choose a type of yogurt and pick an additive and you’ve got yourself one helluva smoothie.”

We all try the rest of the cookies and finish our glasses of milk. Mr. Thorne passes Mr. Montgomery the list and he reads it out loud. "Okay so strawberry cheesecake is a yes, lemon is a maybe, blueberry is a no, chocolate chip is a obvious yes, cookies and cream is a maybe, macadamia nut is a yes and finally red velvet is a yes." "No Blueberry cookies?" Mr. Montgomery looks at Mr. Everhart. I finish the essay and switch the document from editing to suggesting. "Blueberry was okay but I didn't like the aftertaste" I explained then pass my laptop to Mr. Beaumont.

Braxton mumbled. “What’s the big deal with those things?” Lexi asked as she dropped into the chair next to me. “They’re fruit filled, and Chastity makes them with homemade fruit sauce inside. There is apple, strawberry, and BLUEBERRY!” Braxton said excitedly. “Is he related to Norm by any chance?” Lexi asked as she looked at me. “Um…no.” I responded with a snicker. “Try one, and you’ll see.” Braxton stated with a sniff.

I take another bite of my scone and let Valerie’s words carry me somewhere lighter. The last crumbs of my blueberry scone cling to the edge of my plate, and the foam in my cappuccino has long since melted into the coffee. I swirl what’s left of it absently with my spoon, leaning back in my chair. Across from me, Valerie is nibbling the final corner of her raspberry danish, her eyes dancing with unspoken excitement. I can tell she’s up to something.

She closes the little compartment and I look down at the tray in my hands. Eggs, beans, sausages, and toast are plated next to a glass of some kind of juice I’ve never seen before. I tentatively give it a sniff; it smells like some type of blueberry and pomegranate combination. It literally glistens like snow and has a translucent ivory colour.

I blush knowing it is best not to argue with him with the serious look he is giving me. "What is this?" I ask, sitting on the seat Jonathan pulls out for me and check out my plate, seeing three fish shaped waffles. I smile at the adorable waffles which are a little smaller than my palm, when Ares places a small plate of fresh sliced fruit between us. "Bungeoppang, I have filled Phoenix's with hazelnut spread, yours are filled with a lingonberry infused custard, I cut you up some melon and citrus fruit to keep it healthy, and filling," Ares answers, before going back to make more for everyone else.

She is not taking that. She moved closer to Ariel and took the basket. "Go get yours. We can get enough fruits for everyone in the house. I am sure they would want some." Ariel nodded and left to get another basket. When she returned, they went on to get the raspberries. "We can get other fruits too," Valerie told Ariel. "Not everyone loves raspberries." Ariel nodded and they went on to get other fruits; from apples, to oranges, to strawberries, to bananas and more.

I’m not sure I could count Rosaria as a normal teenager though. Grabbing a glass of Medovukha, I sat on the new couch looking out through the windows. The two on the left had been shattered but you wouldn’t even know. Outside was lit up with the city lights and offices still working. Sipping the sugary and yeasty drink, I sighed. Felicity had made this batch in her push to reach that 12% and with this one she used not just manuka honey but also white jewel strawberries. In her eyes it was a failure at only 10% despite using and importing some of the most expensive ingredients. When she tossed me two bottles, I told her it would be lost on me but she insisted. It was one of her best batches,