Sourest Apples Novels & Stories

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

I shook my head and opened my palm. Then apples appeared in my palm, they floated on it, and I showed it to Devon. “All of these apples came from the same tree, the same level of sweetness, nutrition, and anything.” Little clouds show up above the apples. Soon it started raining. Then some apples turned black. “Some apples turned black and became a poison.” I looked up at him. “Among those apples, what will you choose?” “Are you saying I am a poison of this pack?”

He joked again. “What do you…” I was about to say something when he interrupted my mouth with a forkful of sliced apples. “Here. Eat with me. Apples from the south.” “What’s so great about apples from the south?” “Can’t you tell? Or has your taste bud gone on vacation?” “It tastes sour. Seems you enjoy eating sour apples.” “Bush girl. It was soaked in vinegar.” “Why?” “It boosts libido.” “Are you joking?” “No, I’m not. So, you can see for yourself.”

Maria teased and I smiled at her leaning my head on our joined hands “drink your juice, get some sugar inside your system before you go out with the chocolates” “I’m starting to wonder how much food do these people consume” I said taking a sip of the juice making Maria laugh. “Believe me, I ask that question to myself on an almost daily basis” Daniel, Thomas’s younger brother said and my eyes widened at the fact that he had probably heard the whole thing. “Mr. Daniel, I apologize…”

This fucking Demigod looked like he had just walked out of a magazine. I had always wondered how he'd look while naked. Sorry, us. And here we were, clothes ripped off and ready for sin. “You'd be my stepsister in a few weeks, don't you care?” I shook my head quickly, almost like cutting him off. “No, I don't.” “This is forbidden.” He pressed a smirk on his lips. He wasn't just interrogating me, he wanted to know the level of my desperation—how eager I was for this. “Rotten Fruit tastes sweetest,” I mentioned, grinning like an idiot. “Soren, now I don't care about fucking taboos.”

Elias said and reached behind the passenger seat and pulled out a brown paper bag, and Aiko assessed his every action. "I got some apples if you like one?" Elias held the open bag out to Aiko. The shiny red and green marble-coloured apples smelled lovely and fresh. Aiko could feel her mouth water at the look of the beautiful fruit. She hadn't eaten in hours, and eating would undoubtedly help keep her awake. "Yes, please." She mumbled and picked out two smooth and round apples. "They are homegrown from my own orchard", Elias explained. Aiko bit into the ripe fruit, and the tart green notes were softened and balanced with the sweetness of the red. Her face ached with every bite, but the taste

Kate, you are very serious. "So how do you call it?" Maria tilted her head. "It's okay to call Jenny, you're four years older than me." Handily opening a package of apricot umbrellas, Jenny handed her a piece. She reached out her hand to take it, put it in her mouth, “Whoa~! So sour!” Spit out again. Kate clicked her tongue, suspiciously asking, “Sour?” She found it very delicious. Maria's face was all wrinkled, so sour! Compared with aged vinegar was even sourer!

"Who are you calling? Why are you so nervous to see me?" Stacy pretended to be calm. "I'm not nervous at all. You suddenly appeared and scared me." Harry laughed. He bent down and stared at the woman who was pretending to be calm. "Really?" Stacy felt chill when he looked at her, and her throat was so tight that she couldn't speak. At this time, Olena came over with apple and helped Stacy out of the predicament. "This is authentic West Gorge apple, sweet and crispy. Have a taste." Olena put the apple on the table.

Amy replied. "Go back and try some. Maybe they will not be that sour." Hazel shrugged. She really wanted to eat that very much. Then they bought some apples and grapes. When she returned to the studio, she cleaned the fruit, took out half of it and gave the rest to the shop assistant. She then ate with Amy and Jacy. Jacy put a piece of orange into his mouth, took a bite and spat it out. "Oh my God! They are so sour." "Not at all. It's delicious." With these words, Hazel gave him a teasing look as she enjoy it very much.

Faythe “Just keep your head down and remember your place.” I mutter to myself as I savour the piece of apple in my mouth. I’m on my second bite when I realise it tastes a little funny; it's sour when it should be sweet and there’s a weird grainy texture to it. I quickly spit the chewed piece of apple into my palm and carefully inspect the saliva-covered mush. I can’t see anything out of place but my vision is starting to get a little fuzzy and the room is quickly heating up.