The Apple Test Novels & Stories

Looking deeply at me, he regretfully added, “Unfortunately, you didn’t pass it…” “I’m sorry, Alpha.” Cold silence momentarily filled the air as I stared at Henry, processing everything he said. Test? A fucking test? That’s a test? At first, I was confused until I understood it well, and fury instantly surged in me. I was trembling as I felt my blood boil with anger. Sarcastically, I asked, “So, what? Are you telling me that what happened is a test? Because of that banquet, has my marriage with Della already been decided? Just like that?”

Alice took a glass of champagne from a server that walked passed “Thank you, gentlemen. I will see you all in London. I hope you all will treat me as one of you.” All the men lifted their glasses and took a sip. “Don’t get ahead of yourself Alice,” Adriano said as he frowned at Alice over the rim of his glass. “Aren’t you planning to hand over the family business to her?” One of the men asked out of curiosity “It depends if she can pass all the tests. One does not count their chickens before they hatched.” Testing someone can be done in a thousand ways, but Alice knew her father and his method of “testing.” Hard days were awaiting Alice in the future…

"I don't want my children going to school with the offspring of idiots. It might be contagious." The woman grabbed her kid and fled the room, humiliated. The other parents in the room were silent, looking at Serenity with fear and respect. Just then, the Dean came out. "Mr. Sterling! Please, come in. We are ready for the assessment." Inside the office. The Dean took out a few cards with apples and bananas on them. "Okay, little Alex," the Dean smiled condescendingly. "If I have three apples and I eat one, how many are left?"

I was still in deep thoughts when Mr John's voice interrupted me. “Your test will start soon. It's called the silent creation test, we won't give you any guidelines or rules for this test.” “You will do everything without guidelines, no writings or instructions.” “The task would have a very limited time, less than five minutes. You have to think hard and come up with the artwork you want to do.” “The exam board members and Alpha Roman over here would grade you according to your performance. The moment I heard Roman's name, fear filled my body. The fear of me losing or him discrediting my effort due to his hatred for me.

For one fleeting moment, his anger looked like concern, and something traitorous in my chest softened. But then I remembered the words I’d written in my diary. God will keep giving you the same test until you choose differently. I wasn’t going to make excuses for him this time. Not for a rescue. Not for a scrap of attention. I yanked at his grip, my voice trembling with fury. “Let. Me. Go.”

Brandon Hawthorne said if I wanted to marry him, I had to prove I was tough enough to be a Hawthorne. He took my bank cards, ditched me in a city I'd never been to, and made me figure out how to get home alone. When my fever hit 104°F, he still refused to let the family doctor through the door. Instead, I had to smile through dinner with a house full of Hawthorne relatives while I could barely stay on my feet. And every time I finally asked Brandon for help, he looked at me like I'd failed him. "You can't even handle something this simple. How are you supposed to be my wife?" But when his childhood friend, Patty Rowan, got blisters from her shoes, he picked her up and carried her away

The next thing I know I have the apple behind my back and I’m slowly walking to her space on the other side of the fence. She’s pegging down her tent. Her head turns and she stands up. “What do you want?” I produce the apple from behind my back and look at it in my hand. I shove it in her direction. “Um…here.” I mumble. “An apple?” She arches a brow. “It isn’t poisoned, is it?” She smirks at me. I stitch my brow together. “You want it or what?” She reaches out and slowly takes it.

he said finally, his voice firm and resolute. The guard leader nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "Very well, Moonlit Alpha," he said. "The test is threefold. First, you must prove your strength and courage in the face of danger. Second, you must demonstrate your wisdom and cunning in the face of uncertainty. And third, you must show your compassion and empathy in the face of suffering." Malcolm nodded, his mind already racing with the challenges ahead. "I'm ready," he said. "Let's begin."

“I need a break. A nap. A man. A new life.” Mr. Yellow, the sassiest parole officer in the shape of a rabbit I’d ever met, gave me side-eye from atop the bookshelf. “What you need is deodorant and a personality cleanse.” “Keep talking, Bugs, and you’ll be stew.” He gasped. “Cursed and cannibalistic? You really are the full apocalyptic package.” I flung an apple at him. The apple missed and hit the wall, letting out a tiny "oof." Because yes—even the apples talked here.

“The tests are mirrors, dear. It means that they will reflect what you are really made of. In your case, I hope that the testing will take a couple of hours. No test has a theory. Everything is practical. They will put you in different scenarios to show that you have the five skills. For you dear, the speed, agility and defense tests will be quick. You are excellent on those points. They will take time to debate the points of strategy and strength. You must show how intelligent you are and, at the second point, there is not only muscle strength. Inner strength is the most significant thing that the test evaluates.” “Why are you telling me all this, Alec?” “Because, my dear, you are my mate.