Sourest Apples Novels & Stories

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.

' she responded. 'The truth is bitter, that I know. But you could at least say it in a friendly tone, you don't need to sound all harsh, ehn…' I scoffed. 'Hmmm.' Lusee hummed. Melinda brought some fresh fruits, berries, and vegetables, probably for salad. I picked up an apple and started munching it, savoring its sweet and tangy flavor. "Woah! This one is too sweet. It's probably over-riped, waiting for us to come to pluck it…." I said between mouthfuls.

Elle POV. “You see the red apples, they are the bad guys” Paul says setting some red apples on the table in front of me. “I don’t like red apples” I answer him pushing them off toward the other side of the table. “I know, I know, you like the green apples, it’s why you are the green apple, the good people” he says placing some in front of me, I simply take a bite of one of them while he keeps going with the explanation.

“Yuck!” I made a very irritated face and she laughed out loud. “Yuck? Are you being a hypocrite around me now?” “Hypocrite? No I am not. I am just disgusted by what you said.” “Disgusted? That is far from it.” “Well, I did not know that people put pussy juice on apples and eat them.” I shrugged and handed her my apple. “They penetrate the pussy with it and when the apple is drenched enough in pussy juice, they eat it,”

It seemed that the old man was suspicious. "As for the fruit..." Halle thought for a moment and continued, "It was about the size of an egg. It was entirely bright red, shaped like a pear, and tasted crisp, sweet, and refreshing. It was also very juicy and delicious." After saying that, she closed her eyes. Speaking so much at once was extremely exhausting, so she needed some rest. Andrius fell into silence. Based on Halle's brief descriptions, he could not deduce the source of the problem.

"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."

The Air smelled like earth and apples and autumn, and the low sun was painting everything in this gorgeous golden light that made even the fucking grass look magical. The first row of apple trees appeared, branches heavy with fruit, and Miles consulted the map Patricia had given us. "Okay, so... according to this light guy here, these are the Honeycrisp. Apparently they're the best for eating. It says 'fresh super crisp, sweet-tart balance,' alli of that." He reached up and plucked an apple from a low-hanging branch, examining it. "See? You want to look for ones that are fully colored, no green, and twist them gently. If they come off easily, they're ripe."

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."