Quotes Watermelon Novels & Stories

Josh, however, would be accompanying Riana, unwilling to let his grandmother go alone. “Yes, that’s right,” Josh replied, picking up a slice of watermelon. Its bright red color was tempting, and it tasted wonderfully sweet—Josh loved it. “Thank you, Aunt Lydia. The watermelon is really good.” Lydia smiled broadly and ruffled his hair. “Do you remember? You always used to pick the biggest watermelon slices whenever Chase came to your house.” “I could never forget that,” Josh said with a smile. “Memories with Daddy are the best.”

I have lost the want to take a dip into the water. I turn to the side, picked up my glass of watermelon juice, and took a sip on it, feeling thirsty for that little adventure of mine. However, all of the ice that was on it has already melted, so the juice is now watered down and bland. Now it tastes like water with a hint of watermelon. “Well, I guess that’s my queue to get back inside,” I mumbled, taking the glass with me and deciding to wash it myself. I couldn’t have Micah do everything for me. Little things like this could help her big time, and she had done so much for me.

“You look beautiful.” She flipped her hair over her shoulder with a smirk. “I know. I’m always beautiful.” And just like that, she walked past me toward the car. Jasper blinked up at me, wide-eyed. “Why is she acting so weird?” he whispered. I picked him up, whispering back, “She ate a big watermelon, and now it’s making her act like this.” His eyes widened in fascination. “Can I eat that watermelon too?” “No, son,” I said with mock seriousness. “That watermelon is just for her.”

I wish I were kidding. At 2:15 a.m. last night, I woke up with an undeniable urge for watermelon. Not optional — it was emergency level. I poked Alex softly, whispering his name. “Hmm?” he mumbled, groggy. “I need watermelon.” He didn’t groan, He didn’t question me. He simply rolled out of bed, pulled on sweatpants over his boxers, shoved his feet into sneakers, and muttered, “Whole Foods closes in 45 minutes. Let’s go.”

'15 weeks later (34 weeks of pregnancy)' "Bright!" I yelled at the top of my lungs. I heard quick footsteps and some crashing sounds, within seconds there he was. Catching with his breathing and stumbling on his own words. "W-what ha-happened?" he asked quickly. I stifled my laugh and blinked at him innocently. "If there's watermelon, why not Earthmelon, Firemelon and Airmelon?" Bright squinted his eyes at me, looking confused.

she asked. "Errr, something for you to wet my carpet with. You have been sleeping for hours now. What do you think," Zora replied with a straight face and Angela rolled her eyes at her accepting the glass of water. "If you don't like soup," Zora said staring at her face. "What would a month-old pregnant woman like to eat," she said her fingers moving on her phone and Angela just shook her head in disbelief. "Oh! Fruits, watermelon. I have watermelon," she said and left for the kitchen.

She walked back to my side and handed me the glass of water. “Thanks,” I said gratefully before downing the entire content of the glass. When I finished, I gave Emma back the glass and wiped my lips with the back of my hand. “Can I have some more?” I asked her. Emma was quick on her feet. She took the glass from my hand and poured more water into it. I drank until I finished off the contents of the pitcher. I found out you need to stay hydrated to counter the effects of Wolfsbane. The water helps flush out the toxins.

I don't know what the reason but I wished it won't trouble any of us in the future. "There's only one varsity team in our school and we're both a part of it." Maxwell said as he grabbed his fork with a piece of meat stuck on it. "Why do you ask?" I hummed, holding a bottle of a flavored water as I sipped for some. The cold and refreshing liquid stream down from my mouth, as I tasted the flavorful taste of the water. It tasted like a lemonade with honey in it.

Sweat beaded on their skin, mingling with the faint scent of eucalyptus and cedar. Ruby passed around a large bowl of fresh fruits—slices of juicy watermelon, tangy pineapple, and sweet berries—while Seris poured chilled lemonade into glasses, the citrus scent cutting through the warmth. “Here,” Seris smiled, handing a glass to Cato. “You need this after today.” Cato took it gratefully, the cold liquid refreshing as it slid down his throat. Aurora stretched lazily on the bench, her deep green eyes half-closed. “So… what about movie night tonight? Last night was pretty intense with the scary movie.”

“I’ll remember.” “I’m counting on your poor memory.” “I have an excellent memory.” “I’ve noticed.” Maria returned carrying a bowl of watermelon. My eyes lit up immediately. “There it is.” Alaric looked at the bowl. “Watermelon?” “With lemon.” Maria squeezed fresh lemon over the slices. Then sprinkled a tiny amount of salt. Alaric stared. “I still don’t understand.” “You don’t have to.” He watched as I took the first bite. My entire face relaxed.