Quotes Watermelon Novels & Stories

Maeve's mouth fell open. "Wow." "You never have to choose." "Even with your eyes closed..." "You'd still grab water." Keiv remained quiet. "Why is there so much water?" "Simple answer." "What is it?" "It's all I drink." Maeve shook her head. "Are you even human?" He raised an eyebrow. "Hmm?" "No juice." "No soft drinks." "No milk." "No yogurt." "Not even chocolate." Silence. "Just water." Then... Maeve noticed something at the bottom of the refrigerator.

A line of silver dragon servants were trailing along the glistening walls, holding trays of frozen fruit and chilled juices to the chambers of the royal dragons. “Keep up.” The lead servant ordered with a low voice, “These are going to melt in that room.” “We’re low on grapes and bananas. The fruit seller didn’t deliver on time,” the woman behind the lead servant said worriedly. “It’s lucky that we always store fresh watermelons,” the man at the back of the line said, while looking down at his tray. “I just hope that the frozen melon balls will have the same effect. Otherwise…I don’t want to think what might happen.”

The land for planting watermelons is very large, nearly seventy people can pick all the watermelons in the garden until nearly noon. After bringing back all the watermelons, Eric went to the peanut field to have a look. Seeing that it's all grown up, Eric plans to harvest it tomorrow. Everyone looked at each basket of watermelons in the big training ground. Eric turned around and held a large melon, which he cut open. The red color of watermelon makes people's mouth water, not knowing if it's delicious to eat. Eric and the cooks cut each watermelon evenly. Each person has two pieces, and everyone has a share, after sharing, they pick it up and eat it slowly. Sweet and succulent are common th

"The object is to get the watermelon, which will be covered with baby oil, to your end of the pool. She poured a healthy amount of the goo onto the watermelon and then hopped in the pool. Don waited patiently for everyone to get set up, and then tossed the melon into the deep end. Jessie giggled, immediately feeling someone yank her backward away from the melon. Ronnie, apparently really wanting to win, dove forward under water and came up with the oily orb. Behind her, one of her own teammates, Alec, came up and helped her regain her footing. She smiled a thanks as she felt his hands on her waist, then snickered as one moved across her butt as he moved past her.

He’s wearing a loose white shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and the sunlight makes his hair look almost golden. “As ready as I’ll ever be,” I reply, brushing past him toward the dirt path leading to the fields. We’re harvesting watermelons today. Margaret had asked us last night, her kind eyes twinkling with excitement as she explained that the ripe melons were waiting just beyond the river near the base of the mountain. James falls into step beside me, his strides easy and unhurried. “Do you think you’ll manage to carry a watermelon all the way back?” he teases, glancing at the basket I’m holding.

The sweet, fresh scent of watermelon was heavy in the air, and my fingers itched to grab the one he’d just cut. He straightened, wiping his brow with the back of his hand, then held out a slice red and dripping, juice already trailing down his wrist. “Here. First bite of the season. Best when it’s hot out.” I took it from him, my fingers brushing his. A jolt ran up my arm like he’d pressed something hotter than the sun into my skin. I lifted the fruit to my mouth, biting into the cool, sweet flesh. Juice spilled over my lip, down my chin.

Zia Rosaria stood at her gate waving at me. "Serena! Come quickly! This year's watermelons are ripe! Giuseppe just picked them from the field and they're incredibly sweet!" I changed my clothes, picked up a plate of candied lemons, and walked into her yard. A whole watermelon sat on the table cut into large pieces with red flesh, black seeds, and juice running down the cuts. I took a bite. It tasted exactly the same as when I was little. I pulled out that photo of my parents from my pocket. Black and white with curled edges.

He said, it's true since I don't see him eat those pizzas that we ate earlier, he was sipping his drink quietly. "Then what was the drink you had?" "It's a milkshake, the flavour is good but people hate it." Well, I do hate that healthy food, I don't get why they love eating those foods, it doesn't make sense. "What about you?" "I like junk foods and also watermelon, watermelon are my favourite fruits." I said with stars in my eyes, every time when I think about the juicy watermelon in my mouth, it's delicious and amazing to eat.

“You don’t have to tolerate that kind of treatment anymore.” Mrs. Maddy nodded, giving me a grateful smile before walking out of the room. Bailey immediately grabbed a glass of juice and took a long drink. “Wow! This juice is amazing,” she said, her eyes widening. “The ginger flavor really stands out.” I poured myself a glass as well and took a sip. The combination of watermelon, pineapple, and ginger was refreshing, with just the right balance of sweetness and spice. “This is incredible,” I said, feeling the cool drink refresh me from the inside out.

I just wanted to spit out the food in my mouth. I devoured up the food that was prepared for me, then drank the thing in the glass. At first, I was hesitant to drink it because maybe Tyron didn’t make it because the drink in the glass wood doesn’t have a smell. When I put my tongue to taste, I immediately tasted the watermelon. Are there any plants like this here? I want to continue eating it. When I ran out of it I sneaked out of the cabin. I wore a brightly colored dress so I wouldn’t be noticeable. I plan to go to Tyron’ cabin. Does anyone else know his place beside me?