Rotten Apples Book Novels & Stories

The mock-up app was already out on the screen of an iPad he had brought. "I thought this was going to be on your phone." I took the iPad from him. This'll give you the whole thing. I made a few changes after little stinker's bedtime story." "What did you read?" "The Very Hungry Caterpillar, for the fourth time." Pause. "In a row." Pause. "That caterpillar has untreated binge-eating issues. The book's glamorizing eating disorders. Parents should make more of a stink about it.". He was jabbering because he was anxious over the app. Which, upon initial inspection, had looked slick as hell.

And there she was — Professor Mia Cromwell — bent over, trying to gather the scattered books, her pencil skirt hugging her ass in a way that made my cock twitch. I crouched down beside her and helped pick them up, handing her the stack with a small smile. “Here you go, Professor,” I said, my voice low. “You seem a little… distracted today.” Mia took the books from me, cheeks flushing that beautiful shade of pink I was quickly becoming addicted to. Her fingers brushed mine for a brief second, and I felt the spark of the mate bond shoot through both of us. She pulled back quickly, clutching the textbooks to her chest like armor.

"Here. First one's yours." I took it, turning it over in my hand. It was deep red with yellow undertones, firm, cold from hanging in the evening air. I brought it to my nose and inhaled it. It smelled exactly like fall. "Are we allowed to eat them right here?" "That's literally the point." He was already biting into one, and he wiped it away with the back of his hand. "Oh my god, this is incredible. Try yours." I bit into the apple and the flavor exploded in my mouth. It was sweet, tart and crisp, the flesh broke very easily under my teeth. "Holy shit."

"An apple a day keeps the doctor away." Rolling my eyes, I took the apple from him and took a bite. Maybe it kept the doctor away, but did it keep the dangerous pervert at bay? The answer was no. It only excited him, and I found myself growing excited in response to that. Uh oh, it seemed that I may be falling under this irritating fella's spell.

So it wouldn't take long for the police to locate us and try to finish that mission as soon as possible. The little boy opened a small shabby and old book, in which the green cover was already totally covered with dust and some leaves exhibited a yellowish tone. I had the impression that I was seeing my old books from the time I went to church, where Bible stories mixed to explain the existence of God. I became even more believed that that situation was the same, because he opened the story on a page where a snake stuck in an apple tree tree appeared.

That ungrateful fool. My frown deepened. I looked at the apples again in disgust before walking towards them and picking one up. At least, she ate my food. "Where is she now?", I asked as I took a bite out of the apple. "She left immediately after she finished having breakfast", Mary replied with a smile. "Oh", was all I said as I walked back out of the kitchen with the bitten apple in my hand. Good thing she is gone. She is a rotten apple among all good ones. I thought and rolled my eyes.

I take a book about herbal medicine. Sitting on the couch, flicking through the pages, I toss the book aside. I leave the room and wander up the hall. The smell of cooked apples and warm caramel hit my nose again. I follow the smell until it leads me to an old staircase that goes up into an attic I slowly walk up the stairs. They appear rotten and damp. I reach the door handle, turn the knob, and push the door open. As the door creaks open, I see a really old thin mattress in the corner of the room—a broken chair in the other corner and a full-length broken mirror missing half the glass.

"And I got you some red apples too..." "I don't want to eat apples' Roseline replied, her eyes closed as she ate ravishly from the apple. "Huh? Why?" Martha asked. "I don't like apples, Martha". "I... don't understand. You've always loved apples. So, what're you talking about?" Roseline paused and thought about it. Hold on...it was true. She actually loved apples. So, how come she didn't like them anymore? * * The two ladies had spent a long time in the room together and as they talked and laughed, Roseline found herself feeling a bit better. Oh! If only it'd be permanent.

"You're feeling better, I see," "Not exactly," he said, switching to a very disturbing flirty innocent smile. "I woke up and suddenly had this strong craving for apples, but no matter how many apples I ate, I couldn't help but feel like it wasn't the apple I craved for. Then I remembered, there's only one apple scent that drives me crazy, the only female who is a living version of Eve's apple. So, here I am, to get a taste of that apple to confirm if it's the same."

The bond between us stretches thin, frayed by distance and deceit. “Traitor,” I mutter, swinging my legs over the cot. My knees buckle, but I grip the bedpost until the room stops spinning. Beta Mara bursts in, her scent sharp with panic. “Silas—the eastern border! The woods… they’re *rotting*.” I limp past her. “Then let’s stop it.” --- **The Rot** The forest is a graveyard. Trees sag, bark sloughing off in blackened sheets. The air reeks of decay, and the ground squelches underfoot.