Peaches Trials Of Apollo Novels & Stories

"Try to describe what it's like to lick me." I thought about it for a long time before I said, "It's kind of like eating a perfectly ripe peach. You know, there's that window of two or three weeks in August when Michigan Red Haven peaches are the perfect ripeness. You bite into the fuzzy skin and the sweet juice rolls down your chin and you can't help but to slurp it up and the flesh is soft yet firm under your tongue. That's the closest I can come to describing it."

The grape sat on the metal table beneath the surgical lights—not a patient, not a simulation, just a fragile sphere of skin and pulp. “A grape?!” Michael asked in disbelief as they finally decided to start the trial of AURELIA. He looked at the two women in front of him. “All this tech and our first demo is on a grape?” Helena folded her arms. “If AURELIA can peel a grape without tearing it, it can thread a vessel under pressure.” She explained plainly.

Mary reassured her as she walked closer to her. Hazel was so eager to see what was in the saucer that she dragged it down before Mary got a chance to drop it down. Two tablets danced on the saucer because of the impact of Hazel's pulling. Hazel felt kind of disappointed as she saw that it was only tablets on the plate. She would never admit it, but Hazel had felt a little disappointed when she realized that it was not food on the saucer. Despite being so full, good food could never be rejected.

I looked around and saw a bunch of peaches surrounding me and I felt so grateful to the moon goddess for helping out for once. I sat down and started devouring the peaches but then I slowed down when I almost choked on the fruit and there was no water around. I became full and then stayed seated for a while to rest before going on a water search. Just then I started feeling pain in my tummy. My stomach hurt so badly that I thought that I was having a miscarriage. I tried to rack my brain to find out what could be the cause of the pain and then my gaze fell on the peaches and I noticed a color change and a bad smell coming out of the peaches. What the heck? The fruits are bad!

Eleena quickly shook her head but Apollo kept looking at him anxiously so she started to panic. “Are you certain, Eleena? Try to remember.” She sensed the distress in his voice so she tried to remember although she is more than sure that she didn’t eat in anything. “I did not eat that fruit or any other fruit. What is happening, Apollo?” Eleena watched Apollo turn his back to her then he forcefully put the dagger with the pomegranate down on the table. He faced her with different emotions playing on his face so Eleena couldn't clearly tell what he is really telling.

I could run trial tests on someone else, but I don’t like being far from Persephone. And it’s not like the trial tests are being run on her. I’ve programmed Dove to run simulated trials. Until a potential cure can pass the simulated trial, I’m not testing it on anyone, least of all Persephone. So I don’t have to do the tests in the room we placed Persephone. When I’m not by her side, I feel hollow and weak.

They called the first trial an environment test, but it was an obvious cull designed to trim most of the participants down to the fittest wolves. That or they wanted to be rid of the women who had come from other packs. Either way, Cassy couldn’t help but wonder why they were attempting to chop the numbers so quickly. Alpha Jason said less than half would likely continue on after the trial, expediting the whole process. A Luna Trial would usually take at least a month, dragged out with parties and visits from other packs, but by the sounds of it, he wanted a Luna at his side within the week.

There were apples and peaches on the plate. Alessia liked apples, but Milo preferred peaches. ‘Arlie, Milo, wash your hands and dig into these fruits,’ Alessia said. ‘Mom, are there peaches? I can smell them,’ Milo asked eagerly. ‘Yes, and there are apples too,’ Alessia replied. Arlie, upon seeing the peaches, frowned and avoided them. Alessia was surprised. ‘Arlie, not a fan of peaches?’ ‘I’m not a fan of peaches, but I love apples,’ Arlie said with a smile.

His golden eyes were sincere and hid the depths of his fear. “I understand,” Amerie replied. She blinked at the unexpected confidence in her voice. “After lunch, we can try to fill in some of the missing pieces for each other.” Apollo nodded and led her inside to join the other two. Mae was already scarfing down a sandwich and Kierian was pulling an assortment of fruit out of the fridge. He set the fruit on the table and smacked Mae’s hand away as she tried to reach for the chips on his plate. Apollo sat down next to Kierian and reached for a bowl of cantaloupe just as Mae reached in with her hand to take a few pieces.