The Apple Test Novels & Stories

the image of a puppy came to mind and I looked back at his smiling mug, a very huge puppy. "Yeah, it's a date," I said and immediately got out of the room, I couldn't let him see the blush that crept up on my cheeks. I dug my face into his blazer, inhaling his warm scent. After we got the results from our secondary gender test in middle school, he had been the only alpha I was comfortable being around, that is until Touya came along but now I've noticed that I absentmindedly search for his smell. The image of his grinning face flashed in my mind again and I couldn't help but smile.

Adrian accused “and to think that you were getting your grades because you were studying, who knows who else you’ve persuaded into your bed” My head was spinning as I heard his words and it broke me that everyone was actually believing what he was saying. But it was his word against mine, and I knew that he had that stupid voice record that would be proving that I really did intend to get him to a hotel room. Any word I would be saying would be held against me after anyone heard that record while I had no proof with me.

"I'll have you know that any time no one is supervising me at work I'm either napping or playing on my phone." Adom turns away from his screen, his character dying, and gives Alexander a judgmental look. "Really?" He says, not believing Alexander's haughty look for a second. They both crack up at the same time, falling into each other even more. "No, I wish. I'm too much of a workaholic, in fact everyone around the office would love it if I slacked off more" Alexander laughs, voice light as he digs his chin into Adom. Adom opens his mouth to complain about it, say something like how Alexander is so rough and mean. A typical alpha. But he's interrupted by a nurse announcing his turn for the b

"In an all-human town. They have guards at every entrance checking to see if people are supernatural. Only humans make it in or out." Interesting. "And Apple grew up here?" "Yes," she pulls out a folder with school report cards, employment records, and images of her at various functions around town with her mother. "She was born there." The last document is her birth certificate. Apple LeRoux was born to Anise LeRoux 22 years ago on the Fall Equinox. Race: Human. Father: Unknown. There it is, in bold, black letters. Apple Le Roux is a fake wolf, a dirty, lying human bastard playing dress-up.

She jumped slightly and sent a cable of greetings to him. “Tomorrow, you’ll come back for test and engage in some other essentials we do here before the final test.” He said. However, Alex leaned closer and asked Kate. He noticed the slight grimace she made when he mentioned ‘the final test’. “Are you up for the test?” He asked her. The final test is sometimes done as an orgy. But it’s a must that other pornstars are present to watch. It’s the test that’ll determine if the person should be appointed as a junior actress.

Alice held an apple, which she held out to Sarah and said. “Sarah, I want to eat me, can you help me peel this apple? I don't know how to peel an apple. I am a useless person.” Alice quickly acts in front of Sarah, she is very talented, so Sarah is quickly deceived by Alice. She took the apple and peeled it for Alice. Sarah considers Alice her sister, so she easily believes Alice's words. Little did Sarah know that this was Alice's first plan.

Her heel taps anxiously under the table like a ticking bomb. My hand rests on her knee in a weak attempt to ease her anger and my rising irritation. “There…” he moans, “that'll keep her mouth busy. Where…where were we?” My jaw tightens and I tune out the noise. “The app. Did your team perform the tests?” He runs a finger through his hair, face already clammy with heat. “Yeah…about that, we ran the tests and it's almost perfect. Almost. We just need some tiny…modifications. Shit…” he hisses through his teeth.

By the time I'd reviewed my teacher's notes, it had plummeted to 1280. I tapped my phone, pulling up the feed from the pinhole camera I'd hidden in her room. She was freaking out. "Why is it dropping so fast? I knew she was lying! She said she wasn't studying, but she's obviously grinding right now. Why doesn't she believe the score?!" A cold, unfamiliar voice answered her. "Why are you panicking? Once it drops below 1000, it'll detonate right on top of her. Studying is basically a death wish."

Participants were meant to run the length of the track, firing their weapons on the move, attempting to shoot the apples off. The thought of it sent a chill down my spine. The sheer precision required, combined with the unsettling reality that these were actual human beings being used as props, made the entire setup feel wrong. When I heard about the challenge being Alpha Oleg Zakharov’s Trial, I had imagined it would be symbolic—mere targets shaped like apples, perhaps, or a modern twist on the legendary trial. I never, not even in my wildest thoughts, imagined that real humans would be used. Who had the audacity to come up with such an idea? My stomach churned at the thought, a wave of nau

He walked over to the dining table and carefully placed the box down. When he lifted the lid, the smell reached them immediately. Warm cinnamon. Baked apples. Buttery pastry. Emma’s expression softened. “What is that?” “My mother’s apple pie.” Alexander gave a small shrug. “She makes it whenever I accomplish something.” Emma smiled. “Anything?” “Pretty much.” “Even small things?” “Especially small things.” He smiled. “A good test. A sports trophy. A presentation that didn’t completely fall apart.” Stephanie smiled. “That sounds lovely.”