Peanuts Fanfiction Novels & Stories

she managed to say through the haze. “What about the cake?” Ethan’s panic deepened. “It’s a peanut cake, Ethan,” Anna said, trembling. “Does… does Auri not eat peanuts?” The moment those words left Anna’s mouth, Auri could no longer hold on. Darkness rushed in, thick and suffocating. She collapsed unconsciously in Ethan’s arms. “Auri!”

" I had been mortified, scared, even. I froze in place, saying nothing, and I didn't snap out of it until she finished and turned, a smirk playing on her lips. An evil and scary smirk, an expression I never thought I would ever see in my life, at least, not on her." " But it was real. Like you all know, I always have a severe allergic reaction to peanuts. I was born with it, and everyone in the family knew about it, including Amanda. And finding her in the act of smearing my clothes with peanut? That was outrightly evil. She most definitely wanted me dead. And did I say, before that incident, I had twice survived death under complicated situations.. It was poisoning. She had been slowly pois

I was just happy DJ was laughing at whatever he was watching on his device. “How dare you put your fingers in my mouth? And how dare you feed me peanuts? What if I was allergic?" I raved, angry at the big, stupid man. “I'm sorry, but you were the one drooling at me while I ate. I thought you wanted some but was a little too shy to ask.” “Lucas, can I get some of your peanuts?” DJ's little voice asked. I turned to see him removing his headphones. Before I could say anything, Lucas' hand flew across my face, handing my son the peanuts.

The rest if he eats peanuts, he will get sick or short of breath. Holly sprinkled a few taps of peanut powder over Arthur's chicken parmigiana sauce. She didn't think that a few sprinkles of ground peanuts would have such a severe effect. She thought Arthur would just itch and then he would whine at her for forgiveness. "Well, enjoy your meal, little devil," Holly muttered slyly as she lifted Arthur's plate to take to the tv room. -00-

I ignore the fact that it’s my turn to ask a question and not his, deciding to just answer. “Uhm, yeah. It’s peanuts. I know, pretty ordinary, but you see, my allergy is actually a big deal because the last time I mistakenly took a meal that had peanuts, I nearly died.” I sneaked in a light laugh at the dark memory of choking up blood. “Guess we’re allergy buddies now too.” The corner of Gabe’s lips tips up in what looks like satisfaction, a brief moment that seems to send a weird chill down my spine. I might have imagined it, because in the next moment, he nods sheepishly to my words.

Her mother looked confused, "Penelope, what book are you talking about?" Penelope looked a little too excited, "It's filled with the most insane, steamy scenes I've ever read. She wrote about the guy she had a crush on and it went viral across a lot of campus forums. She wrote it, I swear, look..." Penelope held up her phone and Elias saw the humiliating cover page on the screen. Elias's heart thundered. She felt so ashamed and her palms began to sweat. Still, she held on to her professionalism and gave the girl a warm smile, "I'm afraid you must be mistaken, miss. May I recommend the house special Tonight?" Her tone was polite, but her toes were squeezed inside her shoes.

Every single thing about Peaches pulled me in a way nothing else could ever. "I'm going to cum for you..." I grunted, my jaws clenching with the pleasure. Faster. Quicker. I was almost there. I was going to stain this cute hairband with my cum just like several of her hairbands. "I'm going to cum for you, Peaches..." It was at that moment that a beep came and I forced my shut eyes open. A message on the site. She did it. My Peaches sent the fucking message. I couldn't hold it in any longer.

But tears continued to well up in their eyes, watching the blonde, thinking that this possible love, if it was being born between them, would be impossible to experience in the open. In the breakfast Sitting around the glass table, they talked like a couple in love, practicing the famous method of getting to know each other. No silly hands, as if they had never seen each other naked. “I’m allergic to peanuts” declared Atlas. “I love peanuts” he said laughing. “It’s so delicious, it’s a shame I’m allergic. Who did you pull?” “I think for my aunt Sophia,” he said uncertainly, remembering his beloved aunt. “Mom has a famous sweet shop in town, she makes sweets with a peanut filling, Alyssa make

He starts, catching my reference to the night in the library. I catch his hand and trail it underneath his shirt. “It’s Peanut to you.” He sucks in a sharp breath when his fingers graze the insides of my thighs. I lean up, standing on the tips of my toes. “And like I said earlier; no panties in the way.”

He hurriedly washed his hands, and as he left, he didn't forget to take the lunch box with him. Tamara got up and glanced at the contents of the pot on the stove. It was peanut stew. The light in her eyes dimmed bit by bit. She had once gone into anaphylactic shock from peanuts. After that incident, Braxton had forbidden anything peanut-related from entering the house ever again. Even a maid with a few stray peanut shells stuck to her sleeve had been fired on the spot. Yet the peanuts that were practically poison to her were Annalise's favorite.