Tangerine Novel Novels & Stories

I hope I don’t get much bigger than this though. After filling a glass halfway, I bring it to my lips, drinking slowly, When I bring down the glass I exchange it for a rip tangerine from the fruit basket. I wished I could say it only took me a few seconds to peel it, but I would be lying, Once again I wonder how Laura can peel a tangerine perfectly in only three fat peals. Mine looks bruised, with the juice spilling all over my fingers. With a roll of my eyes and the sound of the sports announcer playing in the background, I make quick work of the fruit, enjoying the sweetness.

ELLIE My heart was racing frantically as I was trying to navigate my way through the park. It was a bad time to get lost in Manhattan, and I was soon going through every tree, as I felt naughty for being so careless with my wanderings. I had left my phone back at the tree where our little picnic was happening, and that had me lost all alone on an island. It was hard getting myself to talk to strangers at that point, but then, being in a park so big was about to push me to the limits of my social boundaries.

I said shaking my head sideways and looking around the class to see all the people still looking at me. "Then why that cute little pout on your face?" he asked booping my nose with his index finger and I noticed a small tattoo on his ring finger on the inside that is lying in between his ring and middle finger. I pulled his hand towards mine and tried seeing his tattoo. But he winced when I pulled his fingers. "Sorry, I was just curious to see your tattoo" I said giving him a sorry look. He just giggled and gave me his hand. There was a beautiful iris resting on his finger. The flower looks soo very beautiful and it looks elegant. "That looks soo very beautiful" I said gasping in awe.

Clayton glanced at Nicole and sat beside her. He slowly peeled the tangerine. The juices spewed out, and the fragrance of the tangerine instantly infused the air. It was refreshing, succulent, sweet, and sour. Clayton’s fingers were clean and slender. After he peeled it open, the tangerine peel looked like a beautiful blooming flower with even petals. He peeled off a slice and put it in front of Nicole’s mouth. “Here…” Nicole paused, then lowered her head to bite into it.

When Lisa got out of the bathroom, she walked across the yard full of fruit trees, the oranges on the trees seemed to give off a seductive, very attractive light. In her previous life, she remembered that Jin sunbaenim did indeed grow a tangerine, a type of tangerine with almost no seeds, which won the grand prize at that time, but heard that the annual output was only 1,000 taels of gold, for Candlestick. selling very expensive, which is considered a luxury in tangerines, goods that even money cannot buy. At that time, Mark was already the richest person, and she was the wife of the richest man, so she could naturally eat oranges.

There is no way I will let myself choose a man who’s not as handsome as my husband. I was about to step my feet forward, when my world began to shake, making me try to take a grip of myself, trying to figure out where to hold. But I still tried to stand up straight for me to finish my game. But after taking a few steps, Tangerine suddenly invaded my sight and snatched the salt and liquor in my hand, making me raise my brow to her. “What?” I asked in a form of a shout as I looked at her with confusion.

agina is all over the place. Leander patiently peels off the orange and lifts my vest. He squeezed an orange, put it on my chest, then a bite of the orange and n.ipple. The tangerine exudes a strong aroma of fruit. The juice burst out on my chest. Orange juice is like milk. The air is interlaced with cold and heat. “God! Leander, you're amazing!” I gasped with excitement and twisted my feet. It was like the exhilarating survival of not being able to reach the bottom of the water on my toes and feeling like I was going to drown.

Melissa took a tangerine from the bag, peeled it, and ate it while she spoke. Bennett asked, "Is it sweet?" "Try it." Melissa handed a slice of tangerine to her brother, who was driving. Bennett ate it. He smelled the scent on Melissa's fingers. "The orange flavor is quite strong. Your fingers smell like it." Melissa quickly sniffed her fingers, "It really does." Later on, Bennett drove while Melissa continued eating. She would eat half and then feed her brother the other half. Not long after, their mother called. "Melissa, where are you guys now?"

In the story of us, hate was just the prologue, and we're left wondering about the chapters yet to be written. -Unknown. |A L E E Z A| In the middle of the vibrant chaos of this party, my eyes locked with his. The man in front of me was the actual embodiment of captivating masculinity. His brown eyes, deep and rich like the finest chocolate held a quiet allure, cloaking the mysteries and secrets, untold.

He must have truly believed I did not love him enough to reject Tange. The days are long and boring. However two nights ago something unusual happened. A dark shiny black truck had pulled up earlier that day. I didn’t see the driver but it sounded from the crunch of shoes that they came alone. As the night wore on and the conversation grew louder and more disturbed I couldn’t fall asleep. Tange is being tormented in his own way. It would appear Vez is turning against his new owner. I heard the clang of glass bottles as they were hurled outside, shattering into the gravel.