Sourest Apples Novels & Stories

“Add forward this to me as well. You can use your given company email to send us photos instead. We check the mails more regularly than the phones.” Feeling happy, Emily agreed and quickly went after the boys. It didn’t take them long to locate the apples. With their superior sense of smell and Oliver’s guidance from higher up the cart, they found a section for fruits. There were several types of apples, most that they’d never seen before. “Why is this apple green?” “This one’s so tiny!” “It smells odd.” Emily arrived just in time to hear them debating about the sort of apples they thought she wanted. “These are too small,” Ludwig protested at the ones Oliver found. “Ms Horton cannot eat suc

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 know I suck but who cares? I can always learn. We can make more babies and I can take care of all of them hahaha" "You dummy! I'm not a pig!" It was a clear sunny day; the wind was warm and the love between the two teenagers was blooming so bright and strong. "... eat this braised pork too, you've been eating apples every day." "I don't like it. I feel nauseous eating that pork I'm fine with apples. Oh, you should bring this kind of apple, okay? Green crunchy apples only." "I will buy whatever little peach wants."

He nodded towards them. “Oranges are addictive though. Thousand years ago no one could exist without their morning OJ’s.” Darius frowned slightly. “Did not understand that at all. But if you are asking me, I choose apples.. It’s very simple. Oranges are very bright, flashy and... bright and flashy does not mean anything good. Once one of us tried a huge bright red mushroom and ended up with food poisoning.” “Apples are red.” Nicolai picked up one. “They Are red and flashy....”

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.”

"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."

“Come on,” “But apples…” “We’re getting the apples.” I said, clearing my throat before I stuttered. “And your fruits, now come on…”

The apples smelt like burning grasses, the lemon smelt of honey, and the black smelt like mint and the watermelon had no scent. "Do you know them now??" He asked me, smiling expectantly at me. "Well they definitely didn't smell like the fruits on their body," I told him, pushing the tray back towards him. "They aren't supposed to smell like their fruits silly, we aren't gonna be smoking dry apples now are we??" He laughed. "Why are you so friendly? I thought you were a—" I started nervously and he cut me off. "A gang member, a gang leader?? well let's just say I'm just a little mean when I mean business and when I don't, I'm a fun person," He explained to me before sitting and crossing his l

In their whole lives. “It’s an apple,” Mist told him. “They used to call them Granny Smith apples back in the old days. Since it was named for a woman, we kept it, but now it’s Mother Smith.” She rolled her eyes. Adam sank his teeth into the apple, and the look on his face brought a smile to Rain’s. “Oh, wow. That’s like the best thing I’ve ever had in my mouth,” he said, licking the juice off of the inner part of the fruit before it could drip and be gone to him.