Strawberry Astronaut Mga Nobela at Kwento

The look on his face has me melting "I love you too, Ber. Goodnight" A/N: Let's play a small game. Who would you kiss, hug, slap, kill or marry among Strawberry, Chocolate, Cream, Caramel, Vanilla and Doctor Sweet?

I turned into a tomato instantly. Oisin chuckled at my annoyance. His laughter died down as his eyes went from me to the tray of strawberry stems. He looked at me curiously with his eyebrow quirked. He picked up a large chocolate covered strawberry and brought it right to my lips. Damn him. Damn delicious chocolate covered strawberries. I sucked on the chocolate covered tip of the strawberry for a moment. Taking it all into my mouth, I bit it off and was lost in it's sweet goodness. The cold chocolate melted on my tongue. I could eat these for the rest of my life.

She actually went out with her friends. “Wanna grab a bite?” She asked. “I hate sweets, remember?” I snorted. “It's strawberry.” She sing-songed. Strawberry. Caden's favourite. He ate it with everything. Strawberry tea, strawberry cake, strawberry everything. I realized I hadn't said anything and cleared my throat. “I don't care.” “Hmph. More for me then.” She shrugged and pushed open the lid. I paused the show when I heard the home phone ring.

“Have you ever eaten fruit that’s been frozen in temperatures below minus 40 degrees?” Huh? Why was she talking about fruit? I shook my head. “No.” “I’ve had freeze-dried strawberries. They get really fragile. If you touch them, they break apart, just like my heart right now.” She slowly turned to me, and large tears started falling from her eyes. I was taken aback. Sophie was the straightforward type who did not use metaphors. Yet, her words were so vivid. It felt like I could see her heart turning into a freeze-dried strawberry and breaking into pieces.

dad said, then put the crown onto my head, then I stood up and looked at everyone. “All hail the king! All hail the Heir!” everyone in the banquet hall shouted. Dad and I sat on the throne, then the banquet finally began. Marcus served me food and drinks, then when I looked outside and saw the full moon arrived, I stood up, then looked at Marcus. He nodded at me, then I left the banquet hall without telling dad where I was going. I looked around the garden to make sure that no one’s here. I used the water on the fountain to contact Chris and he answered.

"It's really sweet, right?" He nodded, swallowing the fruit. I kept my mouth shut. There was no way I was going to tell him Nathan's teeth had been on the other side of that berry. Since it was my first time ever standing in a real strawberry field, I pulled out my phone to take some photos. But no matter how I angled the camera, Nathan kept slipping into the frame, ruining every single shot of Ares and me. I wandered down a quieter row and struck up a conversation with a woman in a wide-brimmed straw hat who was tending to the roots.

Lilian who is listening attentively asked it. "I just happen to pass by in one of the public markets stalls near our home and there I found one stall selling few fraise des bois. I talked to the seller of it and was told that she sometimes sells those strawberries during spring but since the public isn't aware of what kind of strawberry it is that only a few would buy. I bought almost a kilo of it and tried making some desserts at home. I just happen to bring some here that is why when Chef Gino suggest to me to put a whole strawberry inside the mousse that I have thought of adding fraise des bois"

The chewy strawberries were small cone shaped strawberry bits propped on sticks, placed in rows and Sreya was already in love just looking at them. Lifting a stick she pulled a mini strawberry into her mouth and didn't regret it, Xaver on the other hand was yet to take a bite. He'd barely even touched the first. Swallowing the berry she'd taken into her mouth, she spoke, "Someone's not hungry". Xaver's lip curled upward into a smirk, the intensity of his gaze sharpening as his eyes swept down to her mouth for a moment before lifting to meet her eyes, "I'm eye-fed".

My stomach is suddenly hungry from the long run. “Abso-freaking-loutly.” Is Olivia’s reply. “Strawberry?” I suggest it because that’s my favorite. Banana with strawberry protein, the best thing you’ll ever taste. “Now you’re talking.” Olivia mumbles. In seconds we’re up off the ground and stumbling into my house. What teenager isn’t in a rush to eat food? *

He just bent down, picked up the strawberry for me, and placed it in my hand. “Thanks,” I said. He nodded and walked away. That was it. No extra dialogue, no deliberate eye contact. As clean as a sterile procedure. I looked at the strawberry in my hand, glowing red. As I placed it in the basket, my finger accidentally brushed against one next to it. That strawberry was perfectly ripe; the slightest touch sent it tumbling down into the gap between the planting trays. I stared at that gap for a second, then looked away. --- “Uncle Adam… help me…”