Sour Apples Novels & Stories

Adeline pointed to a tree not far away and asked. He looked in the direction of Su Jin's finger and nodded. "Yes, that's apricot. Now apricot is the most beneficial. It's not sour at all!" When Adeline thought of the sour and sweet taste, she felt as if her saliva was about to flow out of her mouth. "Miaomiao, take it!" Su was still immersed in delicious food. Before he could react, he saw the big cow standing on a tall tree with several sour dates in its hands. It was about to throw them down.

“Girl, nah. Bad week for red. Take the green ones instead.” Aria paused mid - motion, her hand hovering over the paper bag. “Why?” The woman leaned forward a little, lowering her voice as if sharing something half - secret, half - curse. “Rot’s been actin’ strange lately. Looks fine on the outside, but inside?” She tapped one of the apples with a chipped nail. “Boom — spores. I’m tellin’ you, something’s wrong with the soil. Bad energy, maybe worse.” Aria frowned, glancing at the apple’s glossy surface again. “They look fine to me.”

"Honey, have some juice!" William took a sip of the juice and it was as sour as vinegar. "What is this? Why is it so sour?" "I made it freshly by using grapes, lemons, and apples. Are you not a fan of it?" Valeria took a sip of it and commented, "Well, it tastes delicious to me." "Sweetheart, isn't it too sour? Did you put too much lemon and forget to add some honey in it?" "Oh, youre right!" Valeria patted her head and continued, "I think I have a pregnancy brain now! However, this fruit juice tastes really good, doesn't it?"

The entire kitchen smells like warm apple pie, and I lick my lips, seeing the vanilla sauce dripping from it. I immediately dig in, stopping to lift a questioning brow at Daria when I notice she isn't eating. "I'm not much for apples and cinnamon these days. I can no longer enjoy the sugary flavor of sweets that I once found addicting," Daria explains to me in a quiet voice. "The chemotherapy seems to have changed my taste buds, which sucks." I give her a pained smile. "I'm so sorry to hear that." "Yeah, it's sad, but at least there is more pie for you."

"I am just being honest. The apple tree doesn't fit in, it has a creeping mildew and the leaves look unhealthy curled up like that. The apple doesn't even look edible, I bet it's poisonous." He walked away from me, headed towards the tree, plucked an apple and brought it to his nose. "This is outrageous. You call this a garden yet the apple smells malodorous, it definitely isn't palatable. I bet this can kill," then he stretched out the apple to me. "This would pass as a peach rather than an apple. I wonder if you could possibly die by eating it, y'know, since you're an Omega you should be immune to poison."

"Who are you calling? Why are you so nervous to see me?" Stacy pretended to be calm. "I'm not nervous at all. You suddenly appeared and scared me." Harry laughed. He bent down and stared at the woman who was pretending to be calm. "Really?" Stacy felt chill when he looked at her, and her throat was so tight that she couldn't speak. At this time, Olena came over with apple and helped Stacy out of the predicament. "This is authentic West Gorge apple, sweet and crispy. Have a taste." Olena put the apple on the table.

she asked, pointing at a clear plastic bag filled with dried seeds. "These are dried soursop seeds. Do you know soursop, Miss? The fruit with green skin and white flesh?" Alethea tried to explain. The little girl frowned and shook her head. "Does it taste good?" she asked curiously. "It's delicious. It's sweet but sometimes a little sour. It's usually great for making juice, syrup, or mixed into shaved ice desserts." Thinking about soursop suddenly made Alethea crave sweet and tangy soursop juice.

"Time to go for me." "Oh... alright but slice me some more apples." Julian chuckled, amused. " I already did, Sandra." He stood up and rounded the counter to stand beside her, Julian held his hand up to her. "Come on." "Say goodnight to Faye first." She picked another sliced apple and Julian's brows furrowed. "Sandra, why do you love green apples so much?" She took a bite and shrugged. "I just do. I also love green grapes but these past few days I just love the green apples more. Like I'm falling in love over and over again. Tastes so great."

“You said earlier that a mate's scent is only appealing to their soulmate. You know why I smell strawberries. I want to know why you smell apples.” “You smell like apple strudel and it’s because that’s my favorite dessert. My mom makes it for me anytime I feel sad. She made it a lot over the past year. It was brutal. Every time I went to her house, I hoped it was you I was smelling but it never was.”

Satisfied, Sophia raised her fork and proceeded to put some apple cider braised ribs into all of her brothers’ plates. “Apple cider is very beneficial to our health. Daisy used some special herbs and spices, too. They’re good for men. She made it as soon as we arrived. It took her at least several hours. Here, have a taste.” All four of them were overjoyed and thanked her. Elliot looked at his plate, which was empty, and looked at her deliberately. “It looks like you’re quite satisfied with my moves every night we did it.” All four Morgan brothers stared daggers at him the moment he said it.