Sourest Apples Novels & Stories

Sarael shrugged, popping one of the honey prosciutto wrapped apple slices into her mouth. “Wow. So I didn’t really expect honey and the apple to go that well with crispy prosciutto. Actually, I didn’t expect to like it at all since I don’t eat pork,” Sarael frowned, eyeing another one on her plate before popping it into her mouth. I arched an eyebrow and looked at Sybille.

“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.”

"Sir, if everyone has arrived, can we leave now? I have to go to some other places for rides as well." Alex climbed the carriage first hurriedly followed by Leo. The carriage picked up speed slowly. "Do you know what these fruits are called?" Alex asked specifically to no one. "No." Vivi replied. "What is it called Alex?" Adi asked. "It's called Dew Apple." Alex informed them, picking up a fruit from the bag. "That's quite a different name." Vivi commented. "That's because Vivi dear, it's a seasonal fruit and grows just before the winter arrives." Alex said.

BMOM ➭ 129 ꕤ ꕤ ꕤ ARYM ZCHRYNNE “MaiMai” – I couldn’t help but smile at my friend’s reactions. It was obvious he was jealous. I stood and walked over to the pantry where Apple was. I suddenly remembered I asked Jasper to buy mangoes and strawberries—I was planning to dip them in vinegar with lots of onions and cucumber.

It grew heavier, wet and earthy, carrying the scent of pine needles and decaying leaves. Tristan sat on the roof of the tender car, his legs dangling over the side. The wind whipped his dark hair across his face, but he didn't bother to brush it away. He was too busy staring at the apple in his hand. It was a small, bruised thing, scavenged from the bottom of a crate in the galley. He took a bite. Crunch. He closed his eyes, focusing intently. The texture was there—crisp skin, mealy flesh. The temperature was cool. But the taste?

“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.”

He offered the platter to Leesa first. The cinnamon-laced aroma of baked apples made her stomach rumble again. She grabbed a piece with each hand and plopped one into her mouth. The pie tasted even better than it smelled. The chunks of apple were soft and tangy, and the buttery crust simply melted in her mouth. Dessert first was definitely not a bad idea!

Then, he lit a cigarette and took a puff, squinting his eyes contentedly. Mrs. Miller came into the house carrying a large basket. As she put it on the table, I saw that it was filled with bright red apples. They were freshly washed and still glistening with water droplets. These apples looked fresher than the ones I had seen in supermarkets and smelled wonderfully fragrant. "Go ahead and take one. These are from our own apple trees, so they're very sweet. Every household in the village grows apple trees. The hillside to the north is full of them.

With the taxes and having no proper source of income, Fyn couldn't even trade them with the herbs he found near his hut. "Screw it," Fyn muttered. "It could eat me for all I care." Without wasting any more time, Fyn bit into the apple and he couldn't help it, he groaned in delight. The taste of the apple exploded in his mouth. The sweetness coating his tongue like a second skin. As he expected, he started biting into the apple like a deranged man who hadn't eaten in days. Slobbering like a pig. Swallowing like it was the best meal he had in days. Honestly, it was. The best thing he had ever tasted.

He soon reached into his shirt and pulled out a bright, glittering fruit with a crimson tint. It turned out to be an apple. Leonard's gaze, though, couldn't help but be drawn to it. The apple was absolutely gleaming, brilliantly reflecting the sun like a mirror. Although Leonard had traded fruits frequently, he had never come across one that was so appetizing. He could practically picture the worker biting into it and a sea of juice gushing out. Crunch. "Hello, I apologize for bothering you, but this city cannot be Ice Demon City, right?" Leonard was curious.