Sourest Apples Novels & Stories

I reach for an apple. "You can't eat that. " he states "Hun? " I question. He just said I should eat and now he's saying I shouldn't? Is he nuts or something!? "Apples are acidic. It can't be the first thing you'd consume. It would only make things worse" he explains. ~well someone's a secret nerd! I reach for an orange. "Not that either. " he says. "Seriously, you don't pay attention in Biology class?" He taunts.

I heard the quiet clack of the dishwasher door closing, followed by the sound of water running in the sink. A couple of minutes later, he returned carrying a tall glass of freshly squeezed orange juice and a small ceramic plate featuring neatly sliced, crisp red apples. He set the glass on the coaster beside me and sat back down, stretching his long arm across the back of the couch behind my head. I looked at the plate of apples on the table, then sank deeper into the cushions with a heavy, dramatic sigh. "What's that sigh for?" Stefan asked, a faint, amused tilt touching the corner of his lips.

Inside the room, he found a plain looking little box lying beside a pillow. The box was decorated with floral stickers. As soon as he opened it, he found three unattractive apricots inside the box. The apricots were of high quality, and they were completely ripe. However, these apricots appeared to have been left for a few days, so they had gone bad. Thus, they were no longer edible. Klaus squeezed one of the apricots with his fingers, and the apricot broke apart easily, the juices splashed out and stained his fingers.

The crisp sound of Chen digging into an apple echoed as he leaned against the concave portion of the trunk of the tree. The books on his side seemed to have increased by another tome and his worn shoes were replaced by a pair of ankle-reaching leather shoes crafted out of the skin of an unknown spirit beast. Fragrant juice dripped as the apples of this world were far crunchier and sweet. Chen was the kind of guy who absolutely abhorred 'soft' apples. It was his personal preference and the crisp and tight apples in the Demon Pond Forest became his staple diet.

Caraline was bemused. "But at least with the money I earned, I was able to buy a few pieces of clothes and some delicious food on the side of the road. To be honest, the apples in your orchard aren't very sweet. I even had to check three times in the morning, afternoon, and evening. The flavor hasn't changed at all." Caraline frowned and said sarcastically, "You're right. Besides the apple orchard, I have a new pet to take care of now."

(Good afternoon, thank you, goodbye. These words echoed constantly, reflecting the warm hospitality of the locals. Gia marveled at the vibrant displays of fresh produce, especially the fruit stalls. Her face lit up as she carefully picked apples of every variety—bright red, golden-hued, and crisp green. Her smile grew even wider when she heard the prices. Locally grown, the apples were far cheaper than in London. Only two euros per kilo, compared to four or five euros back home. “Oh!” Gia exclaimed as she reached for her wallet.

"My second son is allergic to almost everything, including plain water." "That must be hard, how many kids do you have?." "Three." She nodded with a proud smile. "And two are boys?, you have your hands full." She laughed again and picked at the stale turkey sandwich. "Ugh, these apples are so good, try it, my mother in-law has a huge apple farm and she brings very fresh apples." She ranted off and pushed the bag of apples to her. Breanna took one and bit into it, she wasn't exaggerating.

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.

she said, shaking my arm. I shook her off. "You were the ones who made this a joke first." She suddenly rushed out of the room. Seconds later, she stormed back in with some apples. She threw them at me. "You haven't had this variety of apples, right? Fine. They're all yours. Eat as much as you want. If you want to leave, finish these first!" The commotion drew the entire family over. James finally spoke, every word he uttered directed at me. "Preston, it's New Year's. Do you have to make us angry? Look at what this house has turned into because of you!"

What ever that is. "That sounds good," we reply and she pauses for a second. "You haven't had it, have you," she asks and we shake our head. "No, I haven't had many sweets. At Alpha training they had cookies. That was a surprise. I ate them everytime we had a meal," we say and she shakes her head in a sad way. "Well be ready. Momma Marsh sent us a Strawberry shortcake. It is delicious. You won't want anything else ever again," Karina says as she takes the last items out of the basket with a determined look on her face.