Sourest Apples Novels & Stories

It was the late Cliff who comforted me and held my hand to go back home. If you think about it carefully, the fact that I liked Cliff was just my wishful thinking from beginning to end. "What are you daydreaming about? Don't you like to eat?" Theodore asked softly from the side. I came to my senses and quickly shook my head, "I wasn't picky." After saying that, I started eating the apples in the plate one by one with a fork. In theory, the apples of this season are not in season, but these apples are sour and sweet, and they taste very good.

“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

He bent down and stared at the woman who was pretending to be calm. “Really?"Janelle felt chill when he looked at her, and her throat was so tight that she couldn't speak. At this time, Joan came over with apple and helped Janelle out of the predicament. “This is authentic West Gorge apple, sweet and crispy. Have a taste."Joan put the apple on the table. Janelle quickly averted Ovan’s eyes and put the apple into her mouth. It was indeed crisp, sweet, and juicy. She picked one to Ovan. "Have a try."

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....”

"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."

I tried to dodge, and it's not time for Gerald to know all this. "Until there, it's all rotten." "Ah ... I want apples from Germany." I'm begging. Damn, I got real cravings. After this, I was forced to open the refrigerator to get fresh fruit. "It's about to enter autumn. The tree is dead." "You said a lot of apples." "That's in the summer, dear." "Okay, but Rara wants to eat a real apple." "Just buy it." "Okay." "Don't continue to cry. Please pray and support Gerald, I hope it will finish quickly, and we will come back together."

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

She gasps and laughs in surprise, “Oh my god, honey, what’s up with you tonight?” I still stay silent. Her juices are sublime, her flavor is so concentrated and strong. A sourness, but so delicious. Like a sour apple, a bit sweet. Her fluids are thin and watery, in a good way, unlike some girls who are thick and mucusy.