Sour Apples Novels & Stories

Watching Branden eat bite by bite, Catherine couldn't resist the aroma and took a bite of the other half of the apple. In the split second she bit into it, Catherine instantly frowned. This apple looked sweet, but it was unexpectedly sour. After taking a bite, Catherine threw it into the nearby trash can, showing a disgusted expression. Seeing Catherine's actions, Branden seemed somewhat reluctant. When Catherine reached out to take the half of apple from Branden's hand, he quickly avoided her. "This one is too sour. Let me get you another one!" Branden finished the remaining apple in his hand with one bite, squinting his eyes and smiling at Catherine, his face filled with gentleness. "It's

I’d barely escaped in my flare jeans and a soft pink blouse. I tied my blue hair in a simple braid, and kept my makeup minimal. Thank the Goddess, I did that. We stop in front of a stall selling caramel-dipped apples, and my throat tightens. Out of all the places, we had to come to this stall. They put this stall in every fair and festival because it’s famous. Caramel dipped apples are my favorite so Bronze brought me here every time we visited an event or fair. Alex notices my response immediately. “Hey, don’t you like the surprise?" he asks, concern flickering in his eyes.

I say, although Jack is devouring the apple contentedly next to me. Kadeem shakes his head. “Nothing of the sort. Just a good guess.” “Whatever.” Jack answers around a crunch of the bright green apple. “It’s okay.” He swallows. “But organic Honeycrisp is actually my preferred.” Kadeem raises an eyebrow “Sorry,” he says, leaning against the hood of the van. “For some reason they were clean out of those.” “Granny Smith is an acceptable alternative,” Jack says, nodding in approval as he takes another bite.

It was a major problem. "Oh, now you're just being stupid! Have you tried making apple-apricot pie before?! It's the best!" "That combination is so ridiculous! And green apples are better!!!" "Just because you don't like it doesn't make it ridiculous! And red apples are better!!!" Apple screamed, pulling at her hair. I rolled my eyes and averted them to my targets. Apple's adorable daughter and Eros, who she stole from my future daughter. She was a replica of Earnest but with her mother's pink hair and eyes, and her parents' chirpy personalities. Well, I couldn't change what had happened. I already lost Eros to her.

Maybe not now, but soon. "Are you all hungry? How about we enjoy Moira's apple cider while waiting for Aaron to come? She's very good at making it. It's so delicious and refreshing, especially in cold weather like this," Grandma said, looking outside the window at the leaves falling to the ground, then turning to me and holding my hand. "You don't mind if I ask you to make some for us, do you?" I nodded and immediately went to the kitchen. I got the apple cider recipe from my mother. Many people didn't like the sour taste of fermented apples. However, with my touch, I made it fresh and delicious.

"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."

Vincent drank the juice and said, "You look so pretty when smiling. You should smile more often. . . Oh!!!” "What the hell is this?" Vincent had only taken a small sip of the juice when his eyes widened. "Didn’t I say I wanted juice of sweet fruit? It’s sour!” Ellena was still expressionless when she spoke, "There is no fruit that is absolutely sweet. They are all sweet and sour, or sour and sweet. Strawberries are sour and sweet and they’re good for health. And it’s seasonal.”

When Maria walked in, I forced a smile. "Are you okay? I heard the boss scolding you." "What kind of apple is this? It tastes so good." She looked at me strangely, knowing I was avoiding the problem, but she didn't press me any further. "Honeycrisp apple from Washington. Leonel likes them a lot. Every week, he places an online order. He is extremely picky about his fruits. "I see." "And also picky about his girlfriends," she winked. "He only dates the best ones."

She picked up her phone and walked out of the tent, showing everyone around the orchard. "The mountains here are full of apple trees. This year's apples are smaller, but they're free of wormholes. They're affordable, and we have so many in stock, so you can try them out. However, just a heads-up—these apples are only available for purchase in a few nearby cities to ensure their quality. Please check your map before ordering. If you're not in a city near Mossfell, please don't place an order, as the hot weather could spoil them in transit, making refunds difficult."

So, she returned the smile. “I have. Which one is the cheapest?” “The greens.” The woman pulled a knife then sliced one green apple into four slices. She handed Irina one slice. “Taste it. It’s still fresh. The farmers dropped by with one large crate of this apple in the morning.” “Oh…” Irina took the slice then put it into her mouth. Juicy, sweet and sour combined together. “What do you think?” “It’s ghooo…hooodd.” Irina groaned, making the older woman laughed.