Peanut Sans Novels & Stories

Music thumping, glasses clinking, a girl giggling against the speaker. Lukas didn't answer, yanking open Mac’s fridge, and bathing the room in cold light. He pulled out a jar of fancy-looking peanut butter, twisting the lid off and shoving two fingers straight in before jamming them into his mouth. “Ugh. What is this organic shit?” Mac sighed over the line. “So you are there.” Lukas grunted around the mouthful, “M’jusht eatin’ your peanuh bu’uh.” He swallowed hard, grimacing. “Tastes like shit, by the way. Pretty sure half this crap’s gone off.”

I look at my boys having snacks beside me. They look up and nod. "Yeah, of course" Chrisanna half smiles as if she's not much comfortable making friends. Like, mother. Like daughter! Heck! "Well, you must be hungry. They can share their snacks with you" "No. Mama told me not to eat from outside", she says. I laugh. "Silly you. This is homemade too. You can have it" Kevin passes his box to Chrisanna and she peeks inside. "Sorry, I can't. I can't eat peanuts. Allergy!" She folds her lips.

I assured him, and he nodded. There was a pause wherein neither of us spoke, and the only sound I heard was that of the car’s engine humming silently in the background. I broke off the silence this time. My expression was grim as I asked casually. “Do you like peanuts?" He arched his brows, clearly surprised by the abrupt shift in conversation. "No.” He admitted frankly. “I am allergic to nuts in general. If I should eat one, I’ll have severe reactions. I could even go into shock."

The man greeted back. I took an adventure in the shop, exploring the goods on the shelf. My eyes fell on a chocolate that I loved eating when I was younger. For some reason, it tasted like peanut without containing peanut or peanut flavor. Aria had teased me, calling it a tastebud malfunction, since it tasted nothing like peanuts. A nostalgic smile appeared. I packed all I could find on the shelf into my basket. They were about twenty. I moved to the ice cream and took out a bucket.

She said voice full of disbelief. “I did.” “You have emotions.” “I wouldn’t spread that rumor.” A smile tugged at her lips. “There it is,” he said, pointing. “What?” “The smile.” “I wasn’t smiling.” “You were.” “I was grimacing.” “Peanut…” She groaned. “Can you stop calling me that?” “No.” “I eat peanuts one time.” “You carry peanuts.” “They’re affordable.” “You organize them by size.” “I do not.” “You absolutely do.” She looked away.

Peanut walked toward Ava. Reasonable. Everyone froze. God. Because this was new. Fair. Very new. Reasonable honestly. Then Peanut stopped beside her. God. Looked up. Fair. And held out a shell. Reasonable. Silence. God. Complete silence. Fair. Nobody moved. Reasonable honestly. Because Peanut was sharing. God. Voluntarily. Fair. Without bribery. Reasonable. Without negotiations. God. Then Ava accepted the shell. Fair. Carefully. Reasonable.

Absolutely perfect food. But Holly suddenly had another idea for the food she was going to give Arthur. Time to avenge the devil boy's behavior, Holly thought slyly. She walked to the kitchen cabinet above the stove. There she took out a bottle filled with ground peanuts. Holly gripped the glass bottle with a sly smile on her face. She was going to add some ground peanuts to Arthur's diet. Yesterday Nickson had told him about several foods that Arthur was allergic to, one of which was nuts. Arthur can only eat almonds and pistachios. The rest if he eats peanuts, he will get sick or short of breath.

The waiter answered. "I know it's nice but my friend here is allergic to peanut, so maybe we can just have some drinks, or anything that doesn't have peanut in it." Leilah day. "No, it's okay Leilah, you can't leave something you love because of me okay, you should go ahead and enjoy your desserts." Prince Aisen said. "I'm your babysitter and I'm allergic to anything that will cause harm to my friend and dearest Aisen, so do not worry about me, I will have some ice drinks and paprika pizza." Leilah replied.

Hey, everything will be alright," Shanice consoled her and stroked her back. Just then the doctor came out. Serena pulled away and ran over to the doctor. "How is he?" she asked, sounding desperate. "It's a good thing you brought him on time or else it could have gone out of hand," the doctor explained to her. Serena was still clueless as to what had caused such a reaction in him. "What did he eat before the episode?" the doctor asked. It is then everything clicked for Serena. Asher had asked about peanuts. "Almond caramel cake with peanuts," Serena answered, now understanding what had caused it. Asher is intolerant of peanuts. He can't have them.

“I was bringing this meal for you. This is yours. Why would she serve you that?” I sniffle back the moisture starting to run down my nose. Thank fuck. “I don't think she did anything wrong in serving this—” “Well, there is a lot of wrongs.” She storms over and scoops up some of my soup to taste. “There is peanut in this soup. Don't you feel the extra creaminess?” Right on cue, my nostrils open up completely and I take the first whiff of peanut. It sickens me to my belly, throwing me off.