Purple Devil Fruit の小説・ストーリー

It was the first time she experienced such an orderly place. “What fruit is that?” Thea who was looking around suddenly pointed at the huge fruit on a Hellebore Tree in the near distance. Yiulia was taken aback. Then, she shook her head. “That’s the Wuia Spiritual Fruit. If one consumes the fruit, one’s cultivation can increase by 100 thousand entrapochs.” When Thea heard that, her eyes lit up. “Don’t go.” Suddenly, Yiulia pulled Thea. “With your cultivation, you can kill the guardian beast. However, you will alert the lord of this world. She shouldn’t be provoked.”

"Whatever you have, Emily," The little girl pulled out from underneath the stall a basket of fruits of all shapes and colors. Each little finger pointed at each fruit and said, "The black dragon fruit helps the fire-system spirit beast increase its attack power. The blue hedgehog helps the ice-system spirit beast increase its defense; the spiny hedgehog helps the spirit beast level up; I am not sure what effect the red avocado has. Most of them come from murky forests." "Heavy goods, yes?" Aoip asked.

With what must be a paling face, I stare up at the nun smoking a cigarette, choking when I realize it's Daria. The billboard says, "Forbidden Fruit Taste The Best," and then it switches to a website where you can read her story. There is a small text about her cancer and that she is finally living her life again, enjoying her forbidden fruit—whatever the fuck that means! "Killian?" Jenny asks, following my gaze to the billboard before turning around and aiming her massive smile my way. "Pretty right? I've already read her story. Her name is Daria, and her forbidden fruit is falling in love despite having cancer. It's so romantic. She is deeply in love with someone she calls Mr. Mysterious, b

It was a dragon fruit. The vivid pink and green colors hit my eyes like a physical blow, dragging my consciousness backward through time. This was the exact same exotic fruit I had lovingly given to Stefan on the very night everything in my normal life started to fall apart. It was the fateful night when a wave of brand new, terrifying problems that I didn't even begin to understand started to aggressively hunt me down.

Her pulse spiked anyway. No, she thought sharply. Not this. Not here. She forced her attention back to the plate. “What’s this?” she asked, gesturing toward the unfamiliar fruit, grateful for neutral ground. Miguel followed her gaze. “Durian.” She blinked. “Here?” He nodded. “Yes. Still rare.” “I thought durian was Southeast Asian.”

Her other hand was holding the one she had stolen from Ravyn up to the moonlight to admire its beauty, not realizing it was a carambola, whose size and touch are difficult to distinguish in the dark from the 3D emblem. "Eh?" Miho's frustration at being outwitted by Ravyn grew as she witnessed what she saw. "Damn, how great!" Miho threw that star fruit onto a nearby rocky hill to vent. *splat* But where the fruit hit was not a rocky hill. Instead, it was unintentionally awakening a sleeping being. It was furious and stood up without hesitation. *ROAR!!*

she said, “I prefer yellow-skinned dragon fruit.” I kept looking at Claire and studying her carefully. Where can I find dragon fruit with that yellow and smooth texture? Intrigued, Claire said, “Why do you appear to have such a peculiar appearance? Are you not going to find me a dragon fruit?” Claire’s expression furrowed as she spoke. She pouted her lips to show her displeasure. Midway through our chat, Claire voiced her dissatisfaction, her tone laced with pain. She said gently, “You promised to give me everything, my love,” her eyes roving for clarification. “But now, it seems that even the simplest desire, like having dragon fruit, no longer holds any appeal to you.”

He raised his head, face dark, voice low and ravenous. "Tell me." "I want all of you. No more waiting." The feral glint in his eyes. "You have me," he replied, forehead against mine. "You've always had me." He kissed me once more—fiercer this time, as if he were attempting to destroy my soul. His hands rushing so quickly that I was able to do little more than beg him. No more room. No more hesitation.

Nikolai asks me, he sounded all serious, I decided to answer him just as serious. “The godfather cucumber has been playing both sides against each other ordering the red apples to attack and destroy the green apples supplies of coffee. The head of the green apples who is married to the devil fruit both swear to keep their angel fruit out off what is going on. The angel fruit finds out what's going on calls her friends to help they come with their melted chocolate for torture! For torture I’m telling you!” I explain to him, it’s what I understood form Paul plus some of mine, I’m not that stupid after all. “What the…” Devil says while Paul laugh his bum off at us, he’s the one who started this

"Tony, has he eaten anything strange recently?" "These, three days ago, my son and I were hunting in the woods. He was thirsty, so I picked these purple fruits for him. They look like dragon fruit, and I also ate one. I'm not sure if it's the strange fruit you mentioned." Zachary handed me a small black pouch. Opening the pouch, there were three small purple fruits inside. I leaned in to smell them, a strange fragrance entered my nose, and my spirits heightened. "Doctor, have you found anything unusual?" Zachary sensed my change in mood, as if he saw hope.