Novel & Cerita Strawberry Books

"I can handle myself, Ix. Trouble can't touch me, you know that." Ixora pulled her leg out of the water and dried it. "Where are you planning to go?" Cherry hesitated for a moment before reluctantly answering, "I just made reservations for Strawberry Island." Ixora couldn't believe her ears. "Strawberry Island? That's in New York City, and all the hotels there are expensive." Then, a realization struck her. "Wait, how did you manage to book reservations? Today's Thursday, it should be fully booked by now."

I teased, trying to keep things light. “Only the ones who don’t treat the library like a study hall for gossip.” I heard him shift, probably leaning on the opposite shelf. “You’re different, Lila. You actually read the books.” Heat rose to my face. Good thing he couldn’t see me blushing. “Thanks. Coming from you, that means something. You always seem so focused. Like nothing bothers you.” He was quiet for a moment. “Quiet doesn’t mean unbothered. Just good at hiding it.”

Arya says, slowly regaining her faith. She leaves the store and goes where she was recommended. Upon arrival, she is shown a bunch of books, but one in particular catches her attention. She buys it and asks for it to be gift-wrapped. As she leaves, she also picks up a box of strawberries decorated with chocolate for Ayden.

“Oh, the strawberries? Chan gave them to us.” The name made his heart ache something fierce within his chest. Shit! He dropped the strawberries back into the bowl, feeling a little sick at the thought of the woman he loved. “Sweet and delicious, aren’t they?” Marian commented. Lilly agreed. “Chan is so nice.” Marian said, “She dropped some books off for you, too, Lilly.” The little girl jumped up from her spot. “Really?” she asked excitedly. “Where are they?” Marian cocked her head to one side. She was about to answer when Sam said, “In my office, sweetheart.”

Natalia I was so bored. Daniel had told me not to do any housework but I was sorely tempted to start dinner just to have something to do. I found a book and tried to read like he told me. The book didn't hold my attention, though. My life has been much more interesting lately than some crime novel. My whole life had been boring before I met him. I hadn't realized it while I was living it. After meeting Daniel , it was like I was living in color now, but my previous life had all been black and white.

Following my gaze, Steven said softly, "I know you love these flowers, so I made sure fresh ones were delivered every day. That way, the first thing you see when you wake up will be something beautiful." I averted my eyes, staring blankly at the ceiling. And then, I said, barely above a whisper— "Let’s get a divorce." I didn't even like white roses. Those were Jenny's favorite flowers. Steven didn't even flinch, and he continued trying to placate me. "I know you don't mean it now. I won't have a divorce with you, never in your life. "I didn't know you were pregnant, I'm sorry. We'll have another child in the future, so please let it go."

"The breakfast was just perfect, Miss Kingsley." "What are you doing?" She swirls on the chair and faces me, just swallowing the bite. "Did you know that strawberries are an aphrodisiac?" "Maybe I did, maybe I didn't," she purrs. "I believe the choice of filling was fully intentional." "Maybe it was, maybe it wasn't," she throws me throws me a naughty wink. What a little troublemaker. I take one last step and cut the distance between us, nestling between her spread legs.

"How can we stop now? Wouldn't that make me seem incompetent?" I thought he was going to let me off the hook, but to my surprise, he lifted me up by my hips. "I remember you like strawberries, don't you?" Strawberries? A chill ran down my spine as I recalled a risqué scene I had written involving strawberries. The female protagonist was naked, blindfolded, and bound in the kitchen, her body covered in strawberries. The male protagonist patiently fed her the strawberries one by one. My God... how perverted was I to have come up with such a scenario?

Ella spotted me at the front and immediately pouted, complaining, “Celine, look at Alpha Leon! He insists on making me eat foie gras. I’m getting fat from him feeding me!” Leon didn’t even look at me. He gently wiped the corner of her mouth. “Be good. Finish this and drink your milk.” The chatter around me fell silent. I met their awkward gazes, still smiling as I guided them to their seats. Once everyone was settled, I took out my phone again and continued arranging my ferry ticket. At some point, Leon appeared behind me. He glanced at my screen, his tone puzzled. “A ferry ticket? Who are you booking that for?”

“Good morning. My name is Michael Hart. I’m a historian specializing in agricultural legacies, and I’ve been researching the Cain Vineyard for years. I was wondering if you’d be open to discussing a potential book about your story.” The family exchanged surprised glances. “A book?” Emilia asked, intrigued. Michael nodded. “Your family’s story is remarkable. It’s not just about the vineyard—it’s about resilience, love, and the impact of community. I think people would find it incredibly inspiring.” --- A Decision to Make The family gathered in the living room to discuss the unexpected proposal. Michael explained his vision for the book: an honest, heartfelt account of the vineyard’s journey,