Rice Ball Fruits Basket Novels & Stories

When good things come, our past desires also reborn. It has been Essi’s hobby to stroll the Bordeaux market and find good deals there. Her stroll towards the inner parts of the market feels like her fresh meandering in the market of Bayanihan as well. From there, she learned that the best stalls are often at the hinter parts of the market and the best products are often hidden or covered by the old supplies. She happily picks up oranges and other fruits. A special stall offers fresh buko as well. She thought of preparing a buko salad as a special dessert for Oneil to enjoy. While she was waiting for the vendor to pack her items, some fruits rolled towards her feet.

For all she knew, she could see them sparkling—literally glimmering as if someone had sprinkled fairy dust over the petals for effect. And the fruits. Oh god, the fruits. A silver bowl overflowing with opulence sat among the blooms. Plump strawberries, golden kiwis sliced with surgical precision, red grapes that shimmered like polished rubies. An apple so glossy she could probably see her reflection. Every piece of fruit looked unreal, like it had been photoshopped into existence. Selena blinked. Then blinked again, because surely this was a hallucination. She slowly turned back to Theo—who now seemed even more exhausted, if that was possible—and then looked back at the divine altar of produ

“I have intended to use this trap on Lucas Harrison if he ever dares to come here again, but he's forcing me to use it too early.” “If I'm not mistaken, is this what you referred to as his weakness?” Isla asked. Heidi sighed and nodded as a particular memory flashed in her mind. “Lucas Harrison is…” “Good morning, My Love?” Heidi trailed off, blinking at the figure of the man approaching with a huge basket. Inside the basket were different varieties of tropical fruits. Heidi got to her feet, her eyes fixed on the colorful fruits, her mouth watering. “Do you like them?” Lucas stopped in front of her, smiling.

“So cool.” “You find it cool?” He knelt on the ground. Checking the content of the basket. The first one was filled with different sizes of containers and napkins. While the others are full of fruits like mangoes, apples, oranges and some grapes. It was more than enough for the two of them. “Yeah.” His arms were clutching at the rock. Peaking at Henrick’s action. “I mean, even if I became as rich and powerful as you, I don’t think I would be able to make my people feel scared in my presence.”

Marissa was in a good mood, so she ordered, "You should buy an expensive fruit basket and send it to Raeleigh. Send it to her personally. Just say that I was anxious about Deanna the other day. I hope she doesn't mind if I invite her over next time." After saying that, Marissa went back to her room, and Stuart immediately agreed. Before he left, he went to inform Jepherson. Jepherson was not very happy. He merely cast a glance at Stuart. Raeleigh was at a loss when she saw the fruit basket in front of her. She did not expect that Marissa would give her such an expensive gift. She was rendered speechless. Scarlette peeled an orange for Raeleigh. She ate it while staring at Santiago across fro

I could have spent days going from one stall to the other. "Rosalie!" Georgia called out, tossing an apple my way. "Oh my goodness it's so beautiful!" The gold and red colors swirled together; it was so unique compared to the regular, solid red ones I was used to in my home region. "I bought it for you. Try it." She smiled as I took a large bite, my eyes widening at its sweetness. I mumbled with my mouth full, "This is amazing." As I did so, Georgia handed me a basket full of fruit – Oranges, grapes, peaches… they were so colorful and juicy, and I couldn't wait to taste them all!

Instead, my eyes landed directly on the large wooden table in the center of the living room. Sitting right there was a silly mountain of fresh berries, sliced melons, and rare honeyed plums—every single one of them my favorite childhood fruits. The basket was huge, wrapped in a simple white silk ribbon without a single card or name attached to it. But the scent of rain and old ash was faintly clinging to the wicker. It was an anonymous order from the royal kitchen, a weak, silent peace offering from a king who didn't know how to use his words.

Inside, the hospital room was adorned with an assortment of fruits, pastries, and a large bouquet of flowers. Cole sat beside Phoebe's bed, carefully peeling an apple for her. Phoebe playfully quipped with a smile, "Are you thinking of opening a fruit stall here with such a variety of fruits?" Cole glanced at the fruit box on the nearby coffee table, which held kiwis, apples, strawberries, citrus fruits, bananas, grapes, pears, and even two large watermelons. Each type was neatly arranged in its own box, creating a colorful and striking display.

Her gaze settled on my cherry basket. "I came to prepare medication for the King. Have you heard of durian?" I shook my head. "What is it?" "Come. I could use your help. That is, unless you’re busy." "I’m not. Lead the way." We sat on a stone bench beneath a tree outside the castle. The priestess pulled out a spiky fruit that looked more like a weapon than something edible. She placed it on the bench between us. When she split it open, the awful smell made me wrinkle my nose.

"Since last night but the fruits were from the other day." "I'm afraid the food has been spoilt already." His feet sped up and walk to the door. "I'll see you this evening." "Goodluck on the hunt!" Ritian waved madly. He waited patiently 'til Wenren's figure disappeared before opening the cabinet and then the pouch. He tossed the spoiled food with a reluctant expression. Food is hard to come by. It's such a waste to throw it like this but... he can only blame himself. Ritian ran his hand through the things he kept in the bag and exclaimed in amazement when he noticed a round, exquisite ball. It was clear, with an image of a blue cat with large white eyes glaring at him from the inside.