Sourest Apples Novels & Stories

He reached into a cupboard and emerged triumphantly with a basket overflowing with plump, red apples. “Apples for breakfast?” I raised an eyebrow, a playful challenge in my voice. “Not just any apples,” he countered, selecting a particularly juicy-looking one and handing it to me. “These are from the royal orchards, the sweetest, crispiest apples you’ve ever tasted.” He took a bite of his own apple, his eyes crinkling in delight. I followed suit, the explosion of flavour in my mouth silencing any further teasing. The crispness of the apple, its natural sweetness, was a perfect antidote to the morning’s chaos.

Kyle's POV "What's that?" I subconsciously asked, and Rain immediately explained, her voice light, clearly enjoying every moment of this. "It's also called Synsepalum dulcificum. It's a tiny red fruit that makes sour foods taste sweet. And then, there's Mangosteen — called the 'queen of fruits,' with deep purple skin and snow-white flesh. It has healing properties. It was my favorite fruit, hehe~." "Wowww..." was all I could say.

She instinctively stiffened, a subconscious reaction of being with a dangerous fellow. She opened the nearest box, and saw something that surprised her. It was actually a box of apples! A box of f*cking apples! “Where did this apples came from?!” Farrah yelled, but Dior didn't seem to understand as he just huffed and turned away. Farrah smiled in happiness, not only because she knew there's a possibility that their love story could have a happy ending but also because she didn't expect to see apples. In the base, apples are just some kind of luxury food. Only those who can afford it can eat it. How could there still be an apple in this ghost town?

Watching Branden eat bite by bite, Catherine couldn't resist the aroma and took a bite of the other half of the apple. In the split second she bit into it, Catherine instantly frowned. This apple looked sweet, but it was unexpectedly sour. After taking a bite, Catherine threw it into the nearby trash can, showing a disgusted expression. Seeing Catherine's actions, Branden seemed somewhat reluctant. When Catherine reached out to take the half of apple from Branden's hand, he quickly avoided her. "This one is too sour. Let me get you another one!" Branden finished the remaining apple in his hand with one bite, squinting his eyes and smiling at Catherine, his face filled with gentleness. "It's

It was peaceful, but lively in its own quiet way. As she passed by a small market stall, a burst of colour caught her eye—apples, plump and shiny, stacked high in a wooden crate. A handsome guy, with a rugged look, stood behind the stall, polishing an apple as if it were the most important job in the world. "Good afternoon, miss. Looking for something sweet?" His voice had a playful edge to it, and Helen’s face flushed almost instantly. She cleared her throat, stepping closer to inspect the apples.

Since this morning, I feel bloated and I have heartburn. “Is this high acidity?” I murmured. “Jane,” Damiel called. “You’ve been drinking water countless times. Are you alright?” “I am not sure. But maybe this is because I drank coffee yesterday.” “Coffee? Ahhh, high acidity? You should eat apples. My wife cannot drink coffee too because she’s acidic. Apple helps.” “Really? I will try. Thanks Damiel.” “Sure. Not a big deal,” he said before he went back on cleaning the vase.

Troy sat up and yawned. "Thanks. I would have slept right through." "You sleep a lot." "Medicine. Don't they give you medicine?" He shrugged. "Anti-depressants. But I've been on those for years." He handed him an apple. "I thought you might be hungry so brought you this." "Thanks." He said gratefully and then took a big bite. He was a little hungry now, but wouldn't have any trouble waiting until dinner time before eating a full meal. There had been many a time that'd he'd gone days without good food.

Marcus's face darkened, feeling somewhat uneasy. Phyllis looked at Mr. Marcus, hesitated for a moment, and calmly said, "Sapote, also known as the fruit of desire. In other words, it's a love fruit that can stir up desires in people. Do you understand?" "Damn, what kind of weird stuff is this?" Mr. Marcus couldn't help but curse. This was too eerie. No wonder there was a sickeningly sweet smell to it.

“Well, you can’t say I didn’t warn you.” I had just cocked my fist back, ready to deck her in her perky little nose, when her scent hit me like a sack of bricks. Rotten apples morphed into sweet, succulent tartlets, topped with charred brown sugar and a thick drizzle of caramel. Her scent was the best thing I’d ever experienced.

But when she touched the hard, smooth, reddish pink flesh of the fruit and smelled the distinct scent she knew the apples were real. However, the skin of the giant apples was so tight and thick, her little teeth couldn't get purchase as it felt like trying to bite through a leather tarp. She managed to break off a stick to a sharp point and stab the fruit. Juice flowed out in a huge drop which she drank greedily. It was sweet, tart, and very refreshing but not filling. She kept stabbing until her hand hurt and she finally managed to pull off a ragged chunk the size of a bottle to eat. The apple was delicious and the flavor was intense as if the huge size increased the taste too. Juice covere